Powder Pouch

I just got back from another beach vacation and I am so glad I received this awesome Powder Pouch kit before I left. 


What is Powder Pouch? 

They are the perfect sand removers. 
Sure you can always use your hand or towel but then you have a mess. You will have to find something to get the sand off your hands and you have to shake out your towel and hope for the best. 


If you have little ones, sand brushed on the skin can be miserable for them. If you have a sun burn, brushing sand off can be agonizing. Powder Pouch is the perfect solution. They are made with a silky soft material and filled with corn starch. 


Simply brush it over the sand and the sand will fall right off leaving you feeling fresh and clean. You can also purchase the refills that have a wonderful sent. 

~Beach Bliss- A mix of banana and Coconut scent.

~Sea Breeze- A clean fresh scent.

~And they also have Unscented.


Each power pouch comes with a little drawstring bag. I love that I can just toss it in my beach bag or hang it off of my beach chair.. I also love that they are reusable and washable. I can use it over and over and when the powder is gone, Just refill it with my favorite powder from home or use one of the Powder Pouch refills and seal closed with velcro and a flap with not gaps for the powder to escape. 


Powder Pouch also cares about the environment. Their refill tubes are made from paper and is biodegradable and recyclable. 


But wait.

You don’t have to wait to go the beach to use these sand removers. They are great for sand boxes too or anytime you want to feel fresh!


Shop: Powder Pouch.



Powder Pouch was provided to me 

in exchange for my honest review. 

All opinions are 100% my own.

Beach Rundown

 This is my blog view today

Yep. We are now heading home from a week at the beach. The camper is cleaned and closed and the car is packed and safety prayers have been said. We take mostly backroads and see lots of pretty farm lands. 

It was a beautiful week with all sunshine and temperatures in the upper 90’s. Leaving is sorta sad, but once we get on the road, the comforts of home kicks in and it’s nice to open the door to the house. This means we made it safe and put another memory in the books.

Nick took this photo the morning before we left

I learned the first day on the beach that I can’t fight the ocean the way I used to when I was a younger. I walked myself out about knee deep and along came a wave and swept my feet right out from under me. “Hey! That was mean!’ Needless to say I walked out with a bloody knee and a shell rash that lasted all week. It’s healed up now but left a white spot that didn’t tan.

A bird pooped on Nick and I laughed. The next day I got pooped on. Wasn’t so funny then. Ok, Yes it was. We both laughed. I heard it was good luck anyway. I wanted to go kayaking for the the first time at the campground lake and don’t know why I didn’t. Eh, maybe on the next trip in a couple months. 

It makes Nick really nervous when I do things on a whelm like this so I mentioned it a few times but didn’t pout about it. Neither one of us can swim. But I did find this little prince by the lake while we were washing some clothes at the laundry mat (or is it laundro mat?)

We enjoyed dinner by the water way with friends and family. We shopped at some outlets and walked around a brewery, but no, I didn’t get a beer, ha. The last night there, we tried a new place called Barefoot Bistro. It was a little swanky little place with a one man band and familiar foods. The people all seemed to know each other as if this was a regular hang out for locals.

I ordered the chicken pot pie and Nick got the smothered chicken with beans and potatoes. My pot pie was huge. It was all so good! I have leftovers back there in the cooler.

Well, we are now half way home and fixing to stop for a little road side picnic before we drive another 100 miles. 

Work will come early in the morning and shoes will be hard to wear.   


 This is my blogging view today.

It’s day three here on the beach and we have been sitting out here watching the waves and people. It’s not too crowded this week so far but more crowded than usual in the middle of August.

We sat with some beach friends earlier in the week and enjoyed some good laughs and cutting up. 

As we sit here, we can see way off in the distance about 2.5 miles at some small boats and a large barge. I think that’s what it’s called. It was a large flat vessel with a crane on it. Jack with the Shiplog blog can correct me on that. He’s a sailor man.

On August 8th a tugboat sank 30 ft deep off the coast of Myrtle Beach. They rescued three people and spent several days retrieving the 59 foot push tug from the ocean. As we sat here in the comfort of our beach chairs and umbrella, I couldn’t help but think about the hot struggles they were having out there as the pulled in the tugboat. I just hope the money was good. 

The tugboat was finally brought to shore yesterday and moved to a South Carolina shipyard. I wonder why they didn’t just leave it on the bottom of the ocean? Maybe it was the loads of fuel and oil? Maybe it was too shallow to be safe for other boats? But I’m glad no one was hurt and families were reunited. 

Later that afternoon, we cleaned up and went to one of our favorite places to eat. A place called Taco Mundo. We love sitting out on the patio over looking the inlet where there are boat docks full of fancy yachts. But this time, there was a little entertainment. We got to actually watch a reverse activity of a tugboat pushing a barge between some buoys and under a drawbridge. 

That was all the excitement for today. I don’t remember ever seeing a tugboat before.  Have you?


Red Okra

Has anyone missed me? I haven’t written a blog post in a while. I think about blogging and I want to blog but time gets away from me. The blogger platform has not been my friend lately either. I have thought about moving my blog to another platform but not sure which one to use. I would like one that will allow me to blog and also have a store. Comment below if you have any suggestion for me.

But for today. I want to share something delicious that I got my hands on.

I visited my daughter in Charlotte the other day for some mother daughter time. We grabbed an ice coffee, did a little shopping, snacked on a charcuterie board while we sat by the pool. Between shopping and sitting by the pool, we walked to a street market where a vendor was selling red okra. She said she grows this okra from seeds that started with her great great grandmother. She called them Heirloom Okra. I bought a pound.

As the vendor explained: This kind of okra is better than the green ones. They are more tender and sweet. Even the larger ones are tender and sweet when cooked. They are also less slimy when boiled. 

I brought them home and gave them a good wash and ate some for dinner the next night. I left the stalks whole then sprayed some olive oil on them, salt and pepper and threw them into the air fryer. In 15 minutes I had some nice crunchy but still tender okra that tasted like fried okra without all the bread. 

The vendor did not lie. They were really tender and sweet. I have already planned to go back for more the next time she is out there. I will check my local farmers market first just incase someone there may have the same type.

Okra is one of my favorite vegetables. What is one of your favorite?