Rayen

I do love to cook. It reminds me of my dad, it makes me decompress and my guy (and my nephew!) are very appreciative. That said, there are some things I refuse to cook or eat, and I will not apologize for that. Why? Take a look at the list and my reasons: Ten Things I Refuse to Cook and/or Eat Anything with the word "dump" in the recipe title. I associate that word with abandoned children, bowel movements, and landfills. It's also not cooking to me if you dump everything together in a crockpot and walk away. Beets as an ingredient: Alas, beets are not allowed in my cooking, my house or my mouth. You can thank my cousin Arnold for traumatizing me at a very young age by telling me they were blood eggs. Clams and Clam Chowder: I will eat just about any kind of seafood except clams. They look and smell nasty. I don't care if they're ground up in the soup and I probably won't taste them. That's what my mother said about squash. Liver: I...

This shabby little Vera Bradley wristlet was well-loved by the original owner, as evidenced by the amount of wear and tear. I actually love worn-out purses like this because they're fun to rehab and repurpose. The wrist strap is pretty threadbare. I want to shore up that and the weaker spots, cover the damage and turn it into a needle and scissor holder pouch. Let's see if I can. Because they are usually 100% fabric Vera Bradley purses are easy to hand sew. I found some antique lace that would suit the colors and design and starting stitching it over the areas of wear. I used strips of lace on both sides and two wee crocheted doilies over the bottom corners where the fabric had worn away. I added a few vintage buttons for fun. The rehabbed wristlet. It's not perfect, and I didn't intend for it to be. I wanted to give it a second life here in my sewing room. I'm always hunting for my embroidery scissors and yarn needles; now I know exact...

Future me here. I've gotten ahead of myself again, so I'll be double posting until I catch up to my one-week-only prepublication schedule. My guy and I went to walk an antique mall yesterday, and then stopped by the local church thrift store on the way home, where I found some neat cookbooks. I'm getting into the cooking doldrums again, and with the holidays on the horizon I really need some new inspiration. Here's my receipt for the cookbooks. I also donated $5.00 in cash to the store's pantry fund, as they provide free food for the needy in our community. They were actually handing out bread and sacks of potatoes under the fair share program while we were there, and I saw a lot of seniors taking advantage of that. People on fixed incomes can't afford the prices at the market these days, hence my donation. When I got home I jumped on my thrifted fabric bundle challenge by selecting these two upholstery samples for a dog bowl mat. I genera...

I picked up The Astral Library by Kate Quinn on a whim, as I so often do. Whim books for me sometimes end up being stunners and keepers (while others turn out to be groaners.) I generally pay full price and I always hope not to regret that, as retail for harcover books these days is pretty outrageous. I do not regret paying full price for this novel -- one of my highest compliments. The premise: Alexandria (Alix) Watson is having one of the worst days of her young life: her credit card is declined at the market while she's trying to buy survival foods, she gets fired from one of her three part-time jobs for being profanely honest, she's losing the dismal room where she lives due to her roommate's jealous girlfriend, and then discovers what little money in her checking account (and her incoming paychecks) are being stolen by a stranger. She finally escapes it all at the public library. There she steps through a secret door into another, far grander library where t...

Rather than torture myself by trying to do more than my hands were capable of, I kept the August tote for my calendar project simple, and finished it after a few nights of work. It's basic, but the execution was better than I've accomplished in some months past. There is minimal sewing (all done on the machine), no quilting other then the embroidery (a single stretch of feather stitching by hand on each side.) I beaded the embroidery with seed beads and Swarovski crystals. The little chili pepper brooch was one I decided not to use on the January tote, and I'm glad I saved it because it's perfect for this one. I made the handles extra wide because I will be using this tote to do things like hold food I buy at Farmer's markets, transport food when we go visiting, etc. The bugs novelty print might not be matchy, but I like it.

I admit, I've become entirely addicted to crochet. It's not only helped my spirits as much as my arthritic hands, but I can finish things. Finishing things is the best feeling in the world to me. That said, I'm going through yarn so fast I should probably be leaving scorch marks on my crochet hooks. It's also a good idea for me to not become completely obsessed and risk burning out. I decided to spend one day off last weekend doing things other than crochet (in other words, fun cooking, project cleaning, machine sewing and even some beading, but no crochet whatsoever.) It wasn't difficult; I had a lot of things to keep me busy. First I gave my latest lot of Vera Bradley bags a much-needed bath. One reason I love this brand is that they are entirely washable. I hand wash them because the fabric tends to be thin and not colorfast. To eliminate the inevitable leftovers I converted my recipe for puff pasty chicken pot pie into single-serve chicken ...