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I drew this sitting on a beach in Monterey California.
I was there for the wedding of my best friend, so I was already in the “romantic” mood, but I had also just been to see a long-time, long-distance, best-friend/boyfriend/I-don’t-know-what, so my mind was stuck on relationships and oceans and beaches and happiness.
Wow. I get quite ridiculously non-communicative when I’m flustered.
It wasn’t until I left home and attended other families’ holiday dinners that I discovered Spiced Peaches were not a traditional holiday food. In my home, however, it always graced the table on every special occasion. So now, whenever a holiday comes around and I’m miles away from home, I can’t help but feel a bit glum. I mean… you might as well forget the turkey on Thanksgiving, or the apple pie on the Fourth of July.
This year I got smart.
On my recent trip home, I asked my mom to show me how to can her magnificent spiced peaches. Canning, on its own, is a marvelous process that I can’t even begin to express my satiation with, so I won’t try- I’ll just stick to the spiced peaches. If you’re going to make a batch of these bad boys without canning them, try to do it a month or so in advance, just to get spices all leeched into the pithy peaches. Trust me, its worth the wait.
1/2 C vinegar
2 C sugar (measure to taste)
1 C water
2 sticks cinnamon break into pieces
1 tsp whole cloves
Peach halves (~2 cans (10))
Bring vinegar, sugar, water, and syrup from peaches to a boil till sugar dissolves.
Reduce heat to a simmer.
Heat peaches in syrup in about 5 min.
Let stand for 20 min.
Refrigerate in all liquid and add spices.
Enjoy the yumminess!
I love Ikea.
Even if you don’t like their modern aesthetic, how can you not help but fall materialistically in love with a store that tries to be simple, affordable, and easy to take home?
Having grown up in Colorado, we never had an Ikea. My friend in Minnesota introduced me, and then another friend in California made the habit worse. Now I live down the highway from one and I’ve been there once a month since I arrived in February. It’s an expensive habit. A cheap expensive habit.
One thing I’ve always wanted at Ikea are their Fira box-shelves. I remember the first few times I went, I had my hands full and my bank broken, so I couldn’t really partake of their fun compartments. But the past few visits have led me to barren shelves- sold out! I can see why. Finally, on this last trip to show a first-time-Ikea shopper the ropes, I spied them and pounced. I was so excited to take it home and start putting it together…
They really leave this sucker in parts for you!
I couldn’t believe all the screwing and nailing that had to be done, and I didn’t even get the one with 9 drawers! Mine had 12 screws and 44 nails, while the 9-drawer version had 76 nails! Whoa!
All this shock made me realize this was not a before I go to bed task, so I had to stop nailing after my first drawer and wait until morning. (best not to wake the neighbors at midnight.) I am still excited to get to it come sunrise, and even more excited to start painting! I was looking around Ikea Hacker and saw all the fun ways people decorate their Fira drawers. What a hoot! I might just modge podge mine with scrapping paper instead of painting- much safer that way.
Will let you you know how it turns out!
Today’s heart is a going places heart. Going where? Unkown. A sense of urgency, sense of purpose, sense of gratification, but ever the sense of waiting…
Today’s words are the U2 lyrics:
“Where the streets have no name
Still building, then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Our love turns to rust. “
I finished up 2 new hedgehog pincushions for my Etsy store.
I’m fully aware that it’s silly, but I enjoy making them, so I don’t think I’ll stop any time soon. I am considering putting the instructions of how to make a pincushion hedgehog up on this blog. Leave a comment below if you’d be interested.
This entry marks the first of the “Today My Heart is…” series.
Let me explain this a little bit.
I bought a blank book.
I do this often.
I’m sure a great many of you out there do the same thing. So many possibilities, right?
Well, I swore that this book, unlike the ten or twenty before it, would have a specific purpose and see even its final pages touched and used. So the purpose had to be decided. Though I can’t say for certain where it came from, I can honestly mark my adoration for the project that ensued- to draw my heart. To sit down and think about what my heart would look like at any given time of the day; isn’t that what we all do when we journal? Don’t we crack open our chests and peer inside and try to find words to describe what we see? Well, I wanted it done with pictures. And I wanted it on lined paper to ensure my metaphor was reached.
Here is the first page of the project:
Here is the text of the poem in the image:
“My time is running out and still
I have not sung
the true song
the great song
I admit that I seem to have lost my courage
a glace at the mirror
a glimpse into my heart
makes me want to shut up forever
so why do you lean me here Lord of my life
lean me at this table in the middle of the night wondering
how to be beautiful”
I was in a bind the other day- it was nearing midnight and I didn’t have a present ready for a friend who was leaving town. I had to make something quick- and small! Racking my brain, I came up with a simple solution- lace. More specifically some lace motifs.
So I started making motifs, and after getting two done, I realized I didn’t have a plan for putting them together. So I improvised. I stitched around one, made the “chain,” then stitched around the other, connecting them with a lace pattern inbetween. Fun! This would be a great necklace with a navy blue billowy top. I picture a sailor’s wife liking it’s inability to rust on the salty sea.