Susan of Persimmon&Pink sent me this lovely bunting this week. Isn’t it fun? I think it adds a great splash of color to my otherwise drab curtains. Ah Sunday morning, my favorite time of the week. You have such potential. I could lounge in my pajamas all...

In Stitches Sew-Along?

I sewed my first In Stitches pattern yesterday. It was fairly simple and gave me the idea of perhaps sewing each of the patterns in this book and blogging the results. Anyone interested in doing this with me? Or even reading about it? It would be a challenge, but Amy...

Extreme Makeover Indeed

If I were judge in the KFed/Britney divorce court and that idiot asked me to give him custody of their two children, I’d first ask him to tell me each of his children’s full names and birthdates. Then I’d run a drug test. I’m guessing with fair...

From the Vandercamp Kitchen, With Love

I got most of my baking and sewing done last night before frisbee. We lost, but we had lots of fun. I am truly enjoying this team, even though I haven’t been this bad at something since I played the viola in my elementary school’s orchestra. The sole...

Bibbidi Boppidi Bo!

When I watched Cinderella as a girl, I was entranced by her ability to cook, clean, make nice with the animals and put up with her evil family. She could sew beautiful clothing from scraps, get a palace shiny in no time and seemingly do so with a great attitude. The...

Bruised, but Beaming

I ran a personal best 1/2 marathon this morning. It was a beautiful race. A creamy-peach moon hung heavily on the western horizon as we started in South Mountain Park. Slowly, the colors in the saguaros changed from olive to sage green as the sun climbed in the sky. I...

Well, there goes being a doctor’s wife

As if hearing one of President Bush’s evangelical advisors just gets massages and meth from gay men isn’t enough craziness for one day, my boyfriend just came out of the closet. Doogie Howser is gay. Barney. Neil Patrick Harris. And to think, I spent many...

Simplified Living

Scrappy, patchwork wristlet sent to Reethi. I’m not a clutter fan. I don’t like piles, or stacks or heaps of just about anything — minus the obvious (money and ice cream.) I haven’t always been this way. My childhood consisted of towers of...