When Martha Stewart was writing her first book, she sent her husband and daughter on a ski trip so she could have a quiet home for writing. But then she didn’t write. She did anything but write. She watched TV. She dropped in on friends for a visit. She lazily dusted random surfaces. Boy, can … Continue reading Procrasti Nation
So, company’s coming! It’s that time of year, and I’m getting ready to host my family Thanksgiving Dinner. Should be great! I come from a storied history of huge holiday dinners. My mom, the consummate hostess, threw Thanksgivings where everyone was welcome: friends without family, visiting missionaries, extended-extended family, shut-in neighbors – I think we … Continue reading Get Set . . .
Like their prickly cousin, the cactus, I’ve stayed far away from succulents for most of my life. Their easy-to-maintain nature is a real offense to someone like me, who can kill any houseplant that comes my way. They claim to be impossible to kill but I’ve killed them before because I’m just. that. negligent. Their … Continue reading Crocheted Succulent Garden
Flying into Chicago is always a favorite part of every trip for me. I’m almost home, that’s part of it, for sure. But more: I just love that city, that’s all. Thanks to our little fire back in 1871, Chicago is a modern city. The Loop is a neat, deliberate downtown center. Our heart, pumping … Continue reading Go West, Part 2
You’ve got two options tomorrow, people: 1. Wear Green or 2. Get Pinched I’m here to help. Just in time for the best holiday of the year, is a free necklace pattern for you to whip up. It’s simple. It’s stylish. And it’s green. “Kiss Me I’m Irish” Necklace Dimensions: 26″ Materials: 30″ red waxed … Continue reading “Kiss Me I’m Irish” Necklace Pattern
Last month I flew out to Arizona to attend the Tucson Gem Show. It was one of those “I am even working?” kind of business trips. Endless bead shopping, meeting new (and familiar) faces in the jewelry-making world, and driving through the desert with the top down after flying in from frigid-frozen Illinois. I always … Continue reading Go West, Part 1
So, straight-up, I’m Norwegian. Like, I act Norwegian. Exhibit A: I dress in layers. Exhibit B: I own a garden gnome. Two, actually. Exhibit C: I say “uffda”* when picking up something heavy. And I can tell you what this is: Guesses? It’s a sandbakkel tin. Sandbakkels (pronounced “SONd-bockls”) are Norwegian molded shortbread cookies and … Continue reading Straight Outta Norway