Friday, October 12, 2012. Um No, that is not a gangsta instruction for a woman flying a hang-glider. I think this post is. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. Avast, ye landlubbering scum buckets! I think this post is.

Thursday, October 5, 2017. Visit My NEW Blog! Okay, big news. I have started a new blog. There will eventually be an archived spot there where you can visit all those posts from the past ten years, and. Is still here online for you to read.

Och ha lite tålamod med mig innan jag lärt mig alla WordPress-finesser. Susanne hade gjort fina fönsterdekorationer av fåglarna som Embla fick i doppresent. Embla har fått ett gäng djurtavlor som jag målat. Hennes rum är klart Nussebelamrat.

Sunday, April 8, 2018. Dobby the Kitten Gets Fan Mail! Sunday, April 1, 2018. Sunday, April 9, 2017. So it turned out that I had a massive amount of eggs from my chickens and an enormous jar of fig marmalade purchased on a whim at Costco. So what is a person to do? I decided to make fig custard. Since I plan on having this be a base for a trifle for a daughter with a milk allergy I did a bit of experimenting. Here is the basic recipe.

Sweet deal, right? In my last post. A few years ago that may be of use.

Style On A Shoestring on Facebook. Tuesday, August 11, 2015. And maybe letting in bliss. Sunday, July 5, 2015.

A place where Holly Dai shows her vintage and not so vintage sewing creations as well as a recording of wonderful finds of a vintage lifestyle. Tuesday, December 8, 2015. Tuesday, March 29, 2011. My honey helped me get the furniture nails just right. I also added a little something to the bottom by cutting out felt and gluing it right to the fabric. Because the stage is so high, when I swing out you can see the underneath side very easily. Someday I might rhinestone it! Monday, December 20, 2010.

This is all the stuff that happens in my brain, translated to my fingers. Mama, what wrong with me? Why does nobody want to be my friend? This is what my 5 year old asked me when we were driving, as her sister napped beside her in the van. Why would a 5 year old ask such a thing? I had to explain to her that there is nothing wrong with her. She is not 8 or neurotypical.