Monday, August 26, 2013

party time

200 water balloons + 4 pounds of bacon + 90 degree
weather (what a relief!) + one kajillion kids =


Happy Birthday, little buddy!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

beaded journals

As I mentioned previously,
I've been beading up a storm lately.
My favorite thing to bead at the moment is
these little (3.5" x 5.5") Moleskine journals.
I just love the contrast between the
shiny beads and the plain cover stock.
These little, hand-beaded journals are now
available at my Etsy shop...
which is finally open! Yay!
I don't have much in the way of packaging 
and logos yet, but I do have sewing labels! 
So here's the way they ship:

Sunday, August 18, 2013

for a friend

Ever since I made this little zip bag, I've been wanting to make
a small purse for myself out of the fabric. It's incredibly soft!
I'm not sure where it came from, but I suspect it's some sort of
microsuede. And isn't the color just so exciting?

Monday, August 12, 2013


Okay, so this is a horrible photo. I get that.
But the marshmallows were homemade and
pretty darn tasty with chocolate fondue.
Recipe here.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

sorting beads

I have been all into beading lately. I love the texture of beads,
the vibrant colors, and the delicate sheen. Unfortunately, sead
beads have a way of traveling. My whole collection of chartreuse
and blonde beads fell out of their containers into a much bigger
container last week, and completely mixed together. Once combined,
they're not all that easy to tell apart! So I sat down tonight and sorted.
As I was sorting beads, I realized that much of my life these days
feels very similar to this process. I spend so much time chasing
down mundane details that roll away quickly as I approach. This
isn't a new sensation, either. Perhaps I'm just the kind of person who
is always sorting beads. My attempt to start a cottage business has
been that way -- slow and precarious, picking through minutiae.
Beautiful things happen here and there, but not in a Type A person
kind of way. Rolling little balls of color around tonight, it dawned on me that
this is not such a bad way to live. If I can accept my turtlish
tendencies and stop trying to be a jack rabbit,
maybe I'll be able to enjoy myself more along the way.