Sewing Miss Daisy

My first attempt at freehand embroidery. I checked out Kid’s Embroidery from the library, after a thoughtful recommendation from Blair at Wise Craft. (Of course, she actually got this book for her children, but it is perfect for someone learning the basics of...

Sew Fancy!

Here’s a sneak peek at my BackTack III softie. She’ll be dropped in the mail Monday, along with a few other goodies. Once received by Kerry, I’ll post more details! As always, these sewing challenges are such fun. They stretch my creativity and push...

Prickly Pistachio Bundt Cake

My third and final entry for the Nordicware Bundt Cake Contest. See the other two here. Prickly Pistachio Bundt Cake combines the nutty sweetness of pistachios with the creamy deliciousness of butter cream frosting. Top this with a hearty handful of white chocolate...

Can I call you Liz? Can I just call you?

Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert is one of those books that I’ll always carry around in my heart. I’ll share it with others and I will read it again. I’ve dog-eared countless pages where I felt like Liz — my new best friend forever author...

Home Again, Jiggity Jig

I made it home safely to Phoenix yesterday, after circling above the city for an hour, waiting for a severe dust storm to clear. When I made it outside the airport, the warm weather and scent of pending rain embraced me like a mother who’d found her misplaced...

How Can You Not Love the Home of the GAP?

Notice: all yummy enchiladas made with Hatch chiles, Dungeness crab and loaves of sourdough bread beware. I’m headed your way and as always, AfricanKelli is a hungry dame. I’m off to New Mexico tomorrow and then to San Francisco for a few days. I’ll...

To Get My Vote, Lobby for Peace

Yesterday’s post elicited a strong reaction from friends and family. Some of my favorite comments included: “You want to help poor people that bad, move to Detroit!” “Sudan!?! SUDAN!?! Why not just move to Dangerstan or the Republic of...

If Not Now, Then When?

I took this photo of Picacho Peak this weekend on my drive from Phoenix to Tucson. I’ve climbed this mountain with my parents and brother, and eaten ice cream cones at the Dairy Queen in its shadow more than once. It is its prettiest in March when wildflowers...

The Grandmother Chronicles

My maternal grandmother, Grandma J, grew up in England and immigrated to the United States at the wise age of 22. Recently wed to an American serviceman, she had a baby on each hip and enough sense to get out of the marriage as soon as possible. She is tough as nails...

Lips Zipped Shut

Remember last week when I was like, “I am so great with zippers. I love zippers! They are so easy! Watch me sew away!!”? Right. Well, apparently the zipper gods were laughing their merry little zig zagged heads off at my taunts. This weekend, I figured out...