Offered the choice between cake, and chips and salsa, nine times out of ten... I'll take the chips. I like salty snacks, salty and savory. Since Thanksgiving, I have strayed from my path of eating healthy. ("Strayed" is a generous word. It's more like I've been sucked into a black hole of pure junk food.) … Continue reading Savory Roasted Chickpeas
Tag: NaBloPoMo
Mama, she’s crazy
As a kid, I remember my grandmother and mother using material remnants to make Crazy Quilts. Never ones to throw away perfectly good fabric, they would create blankets with no recognizable blueprint. My first unsupervised sewing project was to deconstruct several pair of old jeans, and piece together a pillow cover. I think I still … Continue reading Mama, she’s crazy
Try, try again
The First Rule of Needle Craft is buy more yarn than you think you actually need. I tend to work in a gauge bigger than the pattern indicates. I don’t know if that’s because of my yarn tension, how I work stitches, or that I’m simply larger than life naturally. (I kid…) Last December, I … Continue reading Try, try again
So many books, so little time
I miss reading. Not just 140 characters or a short status update, but sitting and reading a book for hours undisturbed. A real book with paper pages, buckram binding, and cool cover art. I need to make more time for that indulgence. I have an entire bookcase devoted to To-Read books. It’s full and has … Continue reading So many books, so little time
Pearls off a string
One of the perks of joining in the February "Make" NaBloPoMo is that I'll have a lot of new jewelry to wear, or else, I'll be far ahead on my Christmas gift planning. Last night I finished a new bracelet. I shamelessly copied one from Overstock.com Worldstock. I had all the elements in inventory and it went … Continue reading Pearls off a string
Space of her own
For all intents and purposes, our daughter has moved out of the house. This is a good thing, but because it’s not all “official,” we haven’t done much with her room. As it stands now, it’s more of a glorified walk-in closet than a third bedroom. It is so crammed full of her leftover stuff, our stuff, … Continue reading Space of her own





