Weekend travel bags ready to go, a flour dusted Kitchen Aid, work pumps kicked off by the front door, a roomba navigating chewed up dog toys, sweaty gym clothes hanging on the bathroom door, placemats and Le Creuset casserole dishes, Trade Joe’s tablescapes, and Clorox wipes in every room of the house. Welcome to the Pint Sized Homemaker.


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Pestelos Paradise – Mist & Misty Eyed

Rain drops on roses and whiskers on… ok I’m running out of rain puns! We tried to wish away those pesky clouds but without luck, we spent the last full day in paradise embracing the rain.  Each morning on our walk to breakfast we would pass by the pathway leading…

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Pestelos Paradise – Soaking & Soaking It All In

Rain rain go away, come again another day…wait I think I said that before… With ugly rain clouds taunting us in the distance, Carl and I contemplated Day 9. “Should we stay or should we go now?” we sang as our toes hung over the deck and we watched the…

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Pestelos Paradise – Blurp Blurp Blurp

Blurp, blurp, blurp… We are starting to feel as relaxed and rotund as the koi fish that mosey around in the large pond surrounding our breakfast buffet. How very fitting. Day 8 came and went just like our consciousness. Mimosas on the beach, naps, dips in the pool, snoozes, waking…

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Pestelos Paradise Diaries – Rocking Back and Forth

“Get up! Get up!” Carl said, “It’s time to see the sharks!” Seeee the sharks, ok, I can handle that… For Day 7 of our Pestelos Paradise, we had booked a snorkeling excursion which I may have misunderstood. Snorkeling implies swimming around fish right?! Our boat picked us up after…

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Pestelos Paradise Diaries – Never Leaving

It was a blessing to arrive when the sun had set, when the colors had faded and the silhouettes of palm trees blended, so that when we awoke on Day 6 we were blown away all over again. After a yawn and a stretch our eyes popped open as we…

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Pestelos Paradise Diaries – Au Revoir Moorea, Ia Orana Bora Bora

Rain rain go away, come again another day! While our little straw hut kept us safe after a night of thunder, lightening, and vertical waterfalls, I was pretty sure we’d wake up on Day 5 on a little motu with me in a sequin dress and Carl in white pants…