When I watched Cinderella as a girl, I was entranced by her ability to cook, clean, make nice with the animals and put up with her evil family. She could sew beautiful clothing from scraps, get a palace shiny in no time and seemingly do so with a great attitude. The girl deserved a prince, although I have my doubts on whether he was so deserving.
I’m having a Cinderella kind of week. I’ve got lots of cleaning, sorting and repurposing taking place, with an emphasis on this week. Next week I’m traveling for work and the week after my family arrives for Thanksgiving. I’m — twitch, twitch— feeling a bit of pressure to meet all my self-imposed deadlines.
After running Sunday, I napped on the couch but couldn’t do so without feeling this early holiday pressure sitting on my chest. Alas, I had no energy to sew or clean. Sorting on the other hand takes little to no effort whatsoever.
I hauled out several years’ worth of magazines I’d been saving and pulled out the sticky notes. After a couple of hours of scanning through recipes, craft ideas and gardening tips, my domestic mojo was flowing. (The heavily caffeinated tea I was sipping may have added to this rush.)
I turned a giant pile of magazines I loved into a small handful of pages for my domestic bliss folder. I gave the rest of the magazines away to a local women’s project and cleared off some serious shelf space in my studio. I also sorted through the books on the shelves and began recirculating them yesterday.
This week’s goals include:
~oatmeal cranberry raisin cookies (feed the frisbee team)
~lemontime cookies (feed the bagel shop men, who are now making requests!)
~chocolate birthday cupcakes with buttercream frosting (for my fabulous friend John)
~finishing up my Christmas project. I’ve got 10 sewn and 3 cut and waiting for me on my craft table.
~cutting out patterns from In Stitches for a birthday gift to go with those cupcakes
~Clearing out the current state of chaos on my patio.
~watering and preparing for weekend planting. I’m thinking lettuce, rosemary, and perhaps even a wee lemon tree.
~Closets, linens and kitchen this week. Must keep the mojo flowing. Twitch. Twitch.
Fairy godmother? Are you there?
Yanks, please vote tomorrow. If you are in Arizona, I double my plea. We’ve got lots of interesting things (and people) on the ballot. Do your civic duty and don’t give me any grief about not voting as a form of patriotism. I don’t want to hear it. Read more about what we’re voting on here.
Friday’s mail was fabulous. I was spoiled by both Melissa and Finny. Melissa and I agreed to a bag swap. She sent me a lovely Fall bag lined with the prettiest orange and yellow print. It hasn’t left my side since I unwrapped it. Of course the box was also stuffed with fantastic ribbons, fabrics and notions. A very indulgent and successful swap indeed.
And you may have read Finny’s recent chronicles about visiting our friend Shelley in Rome. I was super envious of her trip. Finny, the generous soul that she is, thought I’d lose my green-tinge faster if she showered me with gifts. It’s working.
And a treat for those who are still reading. This is the first of the Africankelli Fall Rummage Sale posts. Any interest in either of the items below? Let me know and it is yours. First commenter interested may have either or both. More crafty goods to come.
Scrappy, patchwork wristlet sent to Reethi.
I’m not a clutter fan. I don’t like piles, or stacks or heaps of just about anything — minus the obvious (money and ice cream.) I haven’t always been this way. My childhood consisted of towers of Nancy Drew mysteries, Sweet Valley Twin tales and the Babysitter’s Club books. My dresser drawers were stuffed to the brim with clothing. My desk had more Hello Kitty paraphernalia than required by all of Japan. My closet was stuffed with dolls, dress-up clothes and cows. For a long time, I collected cows. It started in 7th grade and finished my sophomore year of college when someone gave me cow pajamas for Christmas and it dawned on me that WOW this had to stop. Now. I’ve given away most of the cow clutter, other than one sweet tea pot and an antique creamer.
Today, I collect nothing. Well, almost nothing. I still like a few stacks of books, but now they are arranged on shelves and regularly recirculated. So when my studio/guest room becomes a dumping ground for all things artistic, I begin to go a bit ballistic. I switch into “use, reuse and get-rid of” mode. I start finding reasons to give things away. There is nothing like having more space than you need. I am embarrassed by the current state of my studio shelving. It is overflowing with fabric, ribbon, yarn and projects that need to be completed.
So, I’m scrapping this week. I’m using up little bits here and there to finish a few projects and not letting myself move on to the next endeavor until the previous one was completed, wrapped, packaged and at least put in the “to mail” pile.
Fall zakka mat, sent to Jessica. I’m still taking sewing lessons once a week and starting to see the benefits. Seam allowance understanding and proper rotary cutter use is rather useful information. Who knew?
And finally, a new purse for a girlfriend. It’s an Amy Bulter Dorothy clutch. Thanks to Sarah for sharing the pattern!
I added the bling to doll up the photo. This is the only Amy Butler fabric I’ve ever purchased. What a luxury!
Clever design with a back fabric handle.
Pretty in pink.
This weekend I’ll be clearing out some of those shelves and offering up a few freebies in the week to come. Why save this stuff when others may be able to put it to use? They’ll be first come, first serve in the spirit of Mary Ann.