Sunday, January 18, 2015

Home Crafting *sorry about the profanity mom....

This is the look on my face when I  have pretty food, but I can't think of how to cook it!
This is my daughter, last Summer. 

Our Pumpkin cottage is filled with babies, art, and our treasures.... food, while very important to us, is not at the top of my priority list.  I see food as an art, I appreciate fine preparedness, I stand in awe at the mama that does it in gourmet fashion, I offer stomach growls of goodness to those that whip it up Pioneer Woman style.... But that's not me.  In the Summer when the market is in bloom with the bounty of it's gifts, I have been known to buy fruits and veggies just because I thought they were pretty.  A still life in the kitchen.  But then I get it home, wash it up and have a complete
 What the Fuck moment,
because I don't know WHAT to do with it all if it can't be consumed raw....
 The truth is... I don't really LIKE to cook.  I find the art of it a bit confusing. What can touch, what cannot, what has to thaw and for how long.....
What the hell is blanching...
why don't they just say boil the hell out of it until the skin falls off?

Cooking for much of my life has been intimidating.  And then like a knight on a barreling steed, came Pinterest into my life.  This is how my mind works, ART, Food, Clothing, Sassy quotes all right next to each other!

As a very visual person, the picture's are wonderful.  I began to rethink how HARD meal prep is, and last week I crafted 5 meals ahead of time and froze them. 

I found the easiest recipes here.  I tried the Baked Ziti, Slow Cooker Chili, and the Chicken Broccoli Alfredo. 
This is the look on my face when I realized what separated me from those who were rocking it...
This is my wee boy!

Art will still be more important than cooking, but now see that the only thing that separates me from the mama's I've admired is their preparedness and their home crafting skills.  Yes, I said home craft.  I have to think of it as a creative endeavor or my brain will not hold the information in! home crafting is a new muscle, and I am working it!!!!!!
This is the look on my husbands face when I told him all of our meals were done for the week!!!
This is my actual husband in an actual tin robot hat......
xxoo- From the girl who, at her home economics exam where parent came in to eat a meal that we prepared, forgot to turn on the oven and wondered why the fuck noodles take so long to cook!!!!! 

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

this is what I do in January...


Some days I want to open every cupboard and dump it out. How did I ever accumulate so much stuff? I feel as if my life has become a junk drawer. 


I have sentimental paper, picture's, fabric clothing.....This is wonderful for the artistic swirling gypsy, but for a momma who needs a little organization, it's an odd paradigm.

a tilting scale between eccentric semtimenalist and LADY YOU DONT HAVE ROOM FOR IT! 

We live a happy life in a small pumpkin cottage, and I probably will never move.  I love my house and all that it has to offer our family, but it's hard for me to organize us all sometimes.  Each bedroom has a tiny closet, like tiny for a mouse, which made me wonder if a mouse family used to live here.  This would explain the real estate listing description of "spacious closets" Yes dear, spacious for a mouse...

I re did my son's closet this year to house all of his dress up costumes, and a small space for items that must hang. This seem to be working for him as he has a small armoire for all of his clothing.  He could really care less, but I think it looks nice. 

My clothing is scattered about, taking up space in EVERY other closet in our home. I hate that's it's not all together.  I have a really eclectic clothing palette and I love to see it all... I think I am really going to regret donating stuff, but I am to that point.

This is how my closet organizing is going...Oh, I remember this shirt... I don't wear it any more, but it's linen and they don't make linen like this anymore... I'll save it and use the fabric!... lol

I have mentioned before that I used to be a merchandiser for Marshall Fields/Macys, I know and appreciate well made, fine fabric and lovely vintage finery! it's hard to discard such wonderment! But, sigh, I am. Tonight I went though the closet in my daughter's room and eliminated 20 pieces (mine, not hers!).  Yay for small victories!!!

junk drawer, look out!!

Monday, January 5, 2015

the most wonderful cubbies!

The art of organizing.... I am like many in that this time of year brings on a flutter of cleaning, purging, and organizing my home.  The problem is this: I must SEE all that I have that is AWESOME so that I may be graced with divine muse inspiration by said treasures!!

A month ago, I saw this shelf. I will openly admit... it was love at first sight.  My heart stood still.... In the words of Mike Wolfe, I was Junk Drunk. All of these little cubbies just waiting for stuff!!!!
This was my Christmas gift! I couldn't have dreamed up a better studio piece with so much potential!

I will be sharing my treasures soon!

Friday, January 2, 2015

Come on in!

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter.
It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.  - Rumi
Riotous is how it's been. My roots sinking in deeper and deeper into home and studio. My art life rooting in the glitter and millinery of the studio, rooting in the gift of Prim Pumpkin. 
It's hard to believe that I do art full time now, that you love my work and support what I do. Nature is the most fruitful metaphor for life and I visit it often to tell you how I feel or what I mean. My roots are sinking and sprawling in my studio, dears.
This is where I create:

My husband and I have completely redone the studio.  From October until now, things have been boxed and messy, and while I pretty much create in chaos, I do have an order for things and I am happy to have things back where I like them.  I still have one pair of rouge pliers that are lost, but other than that things are in their homes.

The trees are growing tall, whispering willows and bryer bushes in all of their lessons and glory.  My roots are happy here.