…another project crossed off…

It’s interesting how completely my mindset around finishing a project has changed over the last two years. Once upon a time, in The Before, binding was my least favourite part of quilting. Even knowing a finish was in sight, and that it actually wasn’t that bad of a job, I would put it off as long as I could. Even […]

…the day after the long weekend before…

Two long weekends in a row and the crafty hangover is in full force. It’s been a 10 day long craftapalooza, and real life had hit with a rather spectacular thud. Not helping the situation is a sleepless night thanks to an unwell (but not plague unwell) child. Somehow I’ve gotten to the Wednesday of the third short week in […]

…toasty waffles…

The last week or two, there’s definitely been an autumn vibe in the air. I even mentioned to my friends, it feels like fire weather. Not that it’s cold, cool yes, cold no. Certainly not cold enough to justify a fire overnight. But there’s something about those cool evenings and windy days, the hint of the scent of dying leaves, […]

…waves of summer…

Over the last couple of years, I have fallen head first into my love of handmade garments. I’ve sewn shorts and shirts, knits & wovens. I’ve used pdf patterns and paper patterns and vintage patterns and made my own. I’ve knitted and crocheted jumpers and headbands. I even attempted (and fell in love with) lingerie sewing. Box after box of […]

…gnome is where the heart is…

Two weeks ago, it was miserable and raining, much like everywhere else in this stretch of the eastern states. The weekend plan had been one of divide and conquer. I had unshiftable commitments in town, so had to stay home with the teen. Meanwhile, the mister would to take the little three to visit his mum. It all came to […]

…MOCS & SOCS…

It’s no real secret around here, that if there’s one thing I love more than crafting, it’s crafting along with a friend. Long weekends especially, are made for crafty shenanigans and challenges and communal projects. One of the favourite parts of a communal project, for me, anyway, is it often pushes me in ways I wouldn’t be pushed, if I […]