snowflakes

 

this is my go-to vintage glass for the month of january. 

white with gold snowflakes.

only it ain’t snowing gold in these parts.

if only.

every friggin’ day, man. 

shoveling my cars out has become part of the daily routine.

it’s times like these a husband with a snowblower would come in handy.

that, or a timeshare in cabo.

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cold enough for ya?

i craft what i feel.

and i’m tellin’ ya,  i feel like a frickin’ polar bear.

a big cranky polar bear.  geeza louisa, it is cold

bitter, bitter cold.

and snowy.

apparently record-breaking snowy for january in CT. 

so i crafted a polar bear amongst ice caps mini quilt.  yes, i am back to making mini quilts.

the miracle of this little wall hanging is i started in 2011 and i finished in the same month i started.  can you stand it?  made in less than 2 weeks time.  that, my friends, is some progress (for me) in finishing a project.

and framed:


creche

yes, christmas is long over, but i was in goodwill the other day and i spotted this handmade manger christmas ornament and i about died. i will never remember to post about this next holiday season, so i’ll post about it now.

i love it. it’s so clever and quite modern.

the best part –  baby jesus is a black-eyed pea! 

and mary and joseph are beans with black-eyed pea heads!

tuck this away in your DIY holiday project folder for future use.

who knew such excellence could be achieved with toothpicks and beans?

just genius.


yet another house

there is FINALLY a new episode of house on this evening (it feels like they’ve been on summer hiatus, it’s been months!) and with that, i segway into – here’s a new house i think i would like to buy. 

i mean, if ever a house were custom-built for moi, this would be it.  fits my criteria of 2 baths, non-vinyl siding and not in a ghetto.  has a woodstove hook-up, which also meets my need for fire of some sort. 

the downstairs is wide open, all unfinished.  kinda like an artist’s studio.  an artist must’ve lived here. 

DANCE PARTY!!!!

those floors have radiant heat.

how perfect would it be to set up a massage area along with craft central studio extraordinaire??

or maybe do this:

via emma’s design blogg

or this:

via desire to inspire

because that wouldn’t be too expensive to accomplish at all.

ha.

the upstairs is a one bedroom apartment. 

in my mind i picture this:

via habitually chic

there’s that elusive safari chair i don’t own yet. 

have i even seen this house in person yet?  heck no.  i’m just dreaming out loud. 

i say take a risk for once in your life and just buy the stupid thing.  it’s got potential waiting for someone like me to potential the hell out of it.  and the price just dropped by $20K which officially falls into the category of house i can afford (when i had a job.)  i’ll just get 2 dumb jobs to re-qualify and then buy this and make all my dreams come true and live out in the wilderness away from the noise noise noise and make friends with the birds and squirrels and live happily ever after tending to my land, growing my own garden and chopping my own wood and crafting my brains out and massaging the occasional client here and there and maybe learn that new stenographer/closed captioning skill by training at home.  perhaps not everyone’s idea of dreamy, but it’s exactly how i want to live.  the end.

totally doable.

but by the time i get off my butt and get 2 dumb jobs and pack up my crap, guarantee it’ll be gone.  i can talk myself out of anything.


loose change

even though i’ve told myself i don’t want to go into thrift stores anymore, i still do.  “i cain’t quit you, thrift stores.”

these days i pretty much spend what you’d find beneath your chair cushion.  one quarter got me a leather bottomed trinket dish, made in italy. 

y’ever seen such a thing?  a ceramic dish encased in leather?  maybe i gotta get out more.  maybe i should go to italy and investigate.

and then two quarters got me a cool pottery vase.

i like the matte finish.  similar to these guys:

anyway, got a couple really good things for less than a buck.  but the important story here is my cars are completely dug out and i actually left the house.  i was out amongst the humans, if ya can call ’em that.


shovel

the shovel is my new boyfriend.

i haven’t held anyone or anything in my arms as long as i’ve held this shovel in years.

it’s gonna be a long winter.