My son plays baseball for the local high school, and because we live in the mountains, and baseball season starts at the same time for everyone in North Carolina, that means baseball season for us is not for The Boys of Summer. No, it's for The Boys Who Don't Mind Freezing Their Asses Off. Last year he played in snow, he played in 35 degree wind, he played a lot of games in 40 degree rain. Seriously, baseball in Western North Carolina rewards tenacity. For, it must be said, both the players and the spectators. Because he might have been freezing his ass off on the field, but I (and my husband and mom) were freezing ours off on the sidelines. So all of those t-shirts for fans to show their school spirit? Awesome, but not too helpful in this case. The boosters would make a fortune if they instead sold Asheville High School parkas.
I'm not quite ready to knit a parka (yet), but a cowl seemed like a good idea.Continue reading
It's that time at our house... the time when I take a look at my bedraggled garden, the one that I fully intended to carefully put to bed last fall (but didn't), and dig in. Sort of - it's kind of frozen here, so the amount of digging is a little iffy. But that doesn't mean there isn't a lot to be done, so if you find yourself in a similar situation here's my order of operations.
I saw these cookies on Instagram, and was smitten. So of course I wanted to make them. Originally I was going to try to make them exactly as-is, but then I was in Williams-Sonoma and saw cookies that looked like they had been drawn on, and that was it. I was going to make glazed cookies with Christmas drawings - never mind that I’ve never glazed cookies nor drawn on them.
And it turns out - it’s actually not that hard to do, so if you too are a bit of a cookie decorating novice and would like to have some fun, here’s what I did.Continue reading
Growing up in Asheville, I didn't know fruit wreaths were a thing. But then I met and married a man from Williamsburg, Virginia and it turns out they totally are. A very colonial thing, apparently. And while you can take the man out of Williamsburg, the desire for a fruit wreath at Christmas persists. And so, every year, we have a fruit wreath.
Fruit wreaths can be insanely elaborate (and beautiful), but in the interest of not adding one more elaborate thing to this time of year, ours tend to be on the simple side. So, if you want to learn how to make your first fruit wreath, look no further. And then, equipped with your newfound skill, go crazy with the berries and orange pomanders and artichokes, and send me a picture of your masterpiece!
I wrote that title as a joke, except... it kind of isn't.
We've had a strange autumn so far - it was so hot for so long that the trees seemed to have given up on changing color. I was beginning to think the leaves were just going to fall - but over the last few days we're getting a few hints that all may not be lost.
Behold, the five year baby sweater. Named not because it's for a five year old baby (although in truth it does look a little large. This might be a toddler sweater.) But instead, named because it has taken me about five years to complete.