Dppled Islet Scarf

Oh Lordy. Anthropologie is trying to kill me.

Sundays

Waiting on the Edge of my Seat for this gem . . . .

I just know it's going to be great. Like it was created specifically with my hubs & I in mind.

Look for it here: http://www.linesandshapesconnectus.com/book_sundays.html

Charley Harper-ness

Oh, Charley Harper.

He knows just what I love.

Oh, they're just so lovely.

But the plates! Oh, the plates are the best part!

Dutchies

It's been awhile. I've been distracted by school, work, school, work, and a little bit of school. The procrastinator in me knew starting this blog would be an act of self discipline which I may or may not be able to employ. Anyway. A few weeks ago (more like months, probably), I made Dutch Baby Pancakes out of Molly Wizenberg's book A Homemade Life (an addiction I mentioned previously). I don't mind bragging, they were delicious. Feast your eyes . . .

Can't Get Enough, Must Have More

I am reading this book

by Molly Wizenberg. I am three quarters of the way through and am deliberately slowing down so as to prolong it. That's how I know I'm really enjoying it. The book is full of recipes described so vividly, so uniquely that my mouth actually waters. I become hungry at the thought of spreading goat cheese on a baguette -- and I don't think I've ever even eaten goat cheese.

Molly is singlehandedly making me want to invest in a kitchen scale and a cast iron skillet. And I can't get enough of it.

You can get a sample of this little imp (because that's what I think she looks like in her author picture on the back flap of the book) at her own blog Orangette (http://www.orangette.blogspot.com/), which I believe was the catalyst for her book. You can thank me later.

This is my very first attempt at a quilt (I'm tackling both a quilt and a blog at the same time -- daring). I bought a quilt kit from Rachel over at Red Velvet Art (https://www.redvelvetart.com/) because I super admire her work and her house and her creativity and, well, her everything. I laid the squares out on the floor and spent a loooong time agonizing over how to arrange everything . . . . wondering if there is a particular method quilting pros use to determine the greatest esthetic please-ability (did I just make up a word?) of fabric arranging . . . I finally decided on an arrangement and took a photo. I left it on the floor while we went out for dinner. And came home to this: Just look at her. Like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Guilty as sin, caught red handed, etc.

Good thing I took that first photo.

Anyway, we'll see how this whole quilting project of mine goes. I hope I don't let it interfere with school in the fall, but I also hope it's not one of those things I let fall by the wayside (ie. the ukulele I got for Christmas two years ago) and completely forget except when I accidently catch a glimpse of the sewing machine/seam ripper/fabric scissors out of the corner of my eye and experience a tsunami (slight exaggeration) of guilt.

Lusciousness

To the few people who have stopped by and noticed that I haven't posted in over two weeks (and I'm sure those people arrived here purely by accident and skedaddled away with barely a glance over their shoulder), I've been on vacation. I don't have much to say other than that, but I'll be back soon!

In the meantime, I'll leave you with this:

At the beginning of August, we spent some time camping in Minnesota. Our travels took us along the Wildflower Route which was littered with these signs that had pictures of luscious ladyslippers on them.

I've always thought the ladyslipper bears a stricking resemblence to a certain male body part.

You be the judge.