Category Archives: Handmade goods

Purdy

Big Mama was in town last week. And because I am the spoiled only daughter, she brought me a beautiful new quilt:

New quilt

One of the many talents I wish my mother had passed along is her patience. She has patience for her patience. Her quilts take so much precision and time, and yet she’s like a machine. You wouldn’t believe how many of these she makes each year.

New quilt

Spring colors and I don’t care — it’s on my bed. And it looks gorgeous with the other shabby chic elements of my bedroom. Look at that quilting! Those swirlies are just so perfect!

New quilt

Pretty, right? I am so lucky.

New quilt

Of course it came with a Nelson tag. Thanks Big Mama!*

~K

 

*Yeah. I’m not terribly fond of that nickname either, but she’s certain she’ll never be called “grandma.” So she’s trying this one out, hoping we’ll get used to it by the time little ones show up. I think my brother and I are playing along for the time being because it is simply so ridiculous. It’s also pretty funny to be at the market and call out, “Hey Big Mama, you want some coffee?”

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

A friend visiting my home this week mentioned the crab apple tree on the side of the house had bent limbs from all the fruit.
“What apple tree?”

“That one by the mailbox. You know. There are little apples all over the ground?”

“Those are apples? Are you sure?”

“Yes.

“Edible?”

“I’m not trying to poison you, dummy.”

We walked outside and he ate a handful of the tiny golden red orbs to prove his point.

Huh. Buckets of fruit at my fingertips, growing in my own yard and I had no idea.

Free fruit.

FREE FRUIT!

Of course I quickly played around in the kitchen to see what I could make, landing on spiced crab apple jelly for the first run.

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

Spiced Crab Apple Jelly

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Next up: apple chutney.

~K

 

Before + After: Pillowcases

Take a couple vintage pillowcases (which my local thrift store has buckets of for $.50) + a great tutorial, a bit of bias tape, ric rac and perhaps a maybe a little ribbon to create some dresses for a sweet little girl who turns 2 this weekend:

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Before + After: Pillowcases

Before + After: Pillowcases

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

I used a bit of fabric to whip up a third; I wanted to see if I could make one of these on my own. Also, giving things in threes feels right.

Before + After: Pillowcases

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Before + After: Pillowcase Dresses

Different sizes for a quickly growing girl. Happy birthday, baby R!

~Auntie Kewie

{H4} Fail

Look, I’m only human. I make decisions sometimes that can only be explained by an overdose of Christmas spirit and a lack of common sense. And oh, my new venti espresso early morning habit isn’t doing a thing to improve either — I just do them faster. Such results can be great (see sweater knitting progress) or horrifically, hilariously bad.

H4: Fail

Case in point. This morning I was outside spray painting at 8 am. What would I be tagging, especially so early? Wearing tennis shoes and my pajamas? In the snow? Salsa lids. Logically. 

H4: Fail

Lessons learned: spray paint and snow don’t mix. Dogs like to drag off spray painted projects into the snow and bury them, which can be a total bitch to find without a metal detector. Lavender bath salts in a salsa jar is an absurd idea. Not even cute ribbon can make this spicy project tolerable.

Total fail.

Then again, ability to crack myself up at how bad things can end up? For certain.

Fear not Grinches! I have other ideas up my little jammie sleeve. Onward!

~K

Heirloom Homestead Handmade Holidays {H4}

Say that 5 times fast! A sneak peek at a couple projects underway at the ranch. Or homestead. Or suburban house I wish was a wee farm:

Velvet pulls

slippers after

Pull scarf

Recipes, knitting and sewing patterns and traditions I find meaningful — all on the pending schedule for H4. Still working on a few PDFs I plan to post in the next week. If you’d like some easy gift ideas, both of the craft and food varities, check out Handmade Holidays of years past. {Here is a checklist. And here are a few fun ideas.}

~K

 

Denver 30: 14

Tall Lady needs to learn, I am not a mannequin.

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Just because she knits something new doesn’t mean I’m supposed to walk around the house, strutting like some skinny French poodle on the dogwalk. I mean, GOD MOM. What will the neighborhood dogs think?

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I’ve got an “obnoxious barking + no-discrimination humping policy” to uphold. It isn’t easy for a street dog like me to move into the burbs with all of these farm dogs prowling their backyards and make friends. I just want to fit in, sniff some butts, spend more time at the park and sniff some butts. Is this too much to ask?

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I’m channeling my namesake, Willie, and writing a sad, lonely country song about the woes of the pound pup who was forced into drag.

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Wait, that’s better. At least no one can see me now.

-w. Nelson Mandela