New work.

NEW Lavender Eye Pillows are in the shop now. Aren't they lush? They smell like heaven. Or, maybe they just smell like lavender. I don't actually know what heaven smells like, but I imagine it smells like spun sugar. I don't know why.
Wow - that went right off the rails there, didn't it?

An Egg!

We interrupt our regularly scheduled chicken rant to bring you:
our very first egg.
Chickens were such a good idea.

Around here....

Around here we have culled the basil. Not the hens. In case you're wondering, clipping one wing (recommended by the internets - on the grounds that it throws their balance off enough) will not stop a hen from flying over the fence.
And? Now, I have an aggressive hen who is pecking the bejabbers out of us - and who can blame her? She's off balance, she's about to lay an egg, and she's protecting the flock from the crazy non-farmer who learned how to clip one wing from a YouTube video.
Some of the internets are suggesting I cull her. Other internets are suggesting behavior modification. Which - seems equally ridiculous, but I'm going that way. You know. Because it's worked so well on my kids.
Chickens were SUCHAGOODIDEA!

Friday, I'm in love....

Mia Christopher, on Buy Some Damn Art. (I love it.)

Hearts are back!

 Heart Garlands are back in the shop, but there are only two left and I'm not making any more! A new garland will arrive soon - a little bit different, but in the same spirit - you'll see.

Etsy love.

Olive Treasury. Pretty, right? click.

Around here we Google ourselves.

Not often enough though, it would seem. Don't you hate it when you miss your own good press? From January? The Alternative Consumer says I'm "feisty" so, of course I'm in love with them now.
Also, we've been having a flying over the fence problem, so I clipped the chickens' wings - which made me feel every bit the self-sufficient farmer that I'm not.

Around here....

Around here, you get what you get. Some days, half of your children do their homework with verve and alacrity. Some days, you wake up and think that five is the exact right number of fat hens to have in the yard. Some days, you discover that your handsome husband has been searching Craig's List for an early-nineties Jeep Grand Wagoneer. Some days, you get a headache (and it lasts for five days). Other days, not.

Friday, I'm in love....

Paul. Just sayin.

NEW! Vintage Wine Totes (coming soon).

A few attempts and a little reworking.... but the new Vintage Wine Tote prototype is done. More soon!

Etsy love.

A spicy Indian Summer Treasury for Tuesday.

Around here, I momentarily forgot that I'm an old lady.

In an attempt to keep up with my handsome husband, I acquired a lovely new bicycle (please see above).
And? Now have a bloodied knee and significantly bruised palm to show for it.