Q: Dear Half-Price Headliner, If someone unexpectedly gives me a holiday gift, am I obligated to return the favor? A: Short answer: no. Longer answer: that’s sort of up to you.  If you’re the type that will stay awake at night crushed by the guilt of a one-sided gift exchange,

In an attempt to cut costs this holiday season, I am making many of my gifts. This is a challenge, as my ‘œmaking stuff’ skills are limited to what I learned in 7th grade Home Economics, and things the Internet teaches me how to do. I imagine it would be

I would consider myself to be a discerning consumer on most accounts.  I shop around for the best deals, wait for sale season and generally exercise restraint from impulse purchases.  That said, I must confess my weakness.  As. Seen. On. T. V. From an early age I was a sucker

Yoga is my chosen form of exercise. I enjoy it immensely (once I drag my lazy ass out of the house and to the studio) and appreciate that for sixty to ninety minutes, I am encouraged not to think, just do. The only problem? Yoga classes are pricey. This makes

Q: Dear Half-Price Headliner, Is it rude to show up at a holiday party empty handed?  If so, how can I bring something and not go broke doing so? A: It depends on the party.  If the gathering is casual and impromptu, then BYOB is the general rule, and you

Get a head start on your holiday shopping this weekend (or finish it all together) at the GAMA-GO sale. The San Francisco design company has one sale a year, and the awesome items will available with discounts up to 75% off! There is promise of rad ‘œlocally designed kitchen gadgets,

Last night while admiring my roommate’s sexy succulents, she schooled me on the awesomeness of the self-generating plants. Not only are they incredibly low-maintenance and hard-to-kill, but as they grow they sprout ‘˜baby’ plants. These babies can easily be transplanted into separate pots and given away to friends. So there

I have always loved having the bejesus scared out of me. When I was little I used to read the book Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark over and over which seemed to concern my Grandpa, who called me a ‘œghoul.’ I remember being a little offended by that,