Monthly Archives: October 2012

Staying Indoors

This is all but a memory now.  The season’s first frost has come and gone so my herb garden now looks like this:

It’s not as glamorous (that is, if you consider a back porch of a pretty hohum condo glamorous) but it should do for the colder months.  I always feel guilty having to pick one herb over another.  I only have room for 4, so I have to go with sentimental plants (that sad bit of mint on the right, for example) or with the heartier ones such as the parsley, oregano and rosemary.  The lemon balm, apple and chocolate mints and basil were left victim to the season’s first frost.

It breaks my heart each and every time.

Those plants I spent all summer long trying to keep alive all look like plants long forgotten at this point.


Wind burned.



Ugh, I can’t event write about it.  I’ll change subjects.

I’m always dumbfounded with how quickly this time of year approaches.  It’s quite possible that I live each and every day in anticipation for this time of year.  I adore the transition into Autumn and then the months of winter that follow.

A fire in the fireplace is my favorite backdrop for quiet evenings spent spinning yarn or cuddled under an heirloom quilt watching a quirky movie.  I love the smell of allspice as it wafts through the house while baking a spur of the moment bread.  I adore the way the late afternoon sun plays amongst the bare limbs of the tree.  And I long for the quiet conversation that awaits me in a field blanketed in frost on my morning drive to work.

I honestly can’t think of a single thing I dislike about the approaching cold months.

I even like darting from the warmth of the shower to the warmth of my quilted bed in order to avoid the cold air of our bedroom late in the evening.

I love all of this much more than sweating in my car while waiting for the light to change during the rush hour traffic heading home after work.

Yes, I’ll gladly put up with shrinking my herb garden if it means the occasional chance of snow is on the way.  What do you love most about the changing seasons?


And the baking begins

When it’s finally cool enough to run the oven without having to open windows lest you’ll find us taking cold showers just to be able to put up with the heat in the house, you can’t pry me from the kitchen on a Sunday.  Last weekend it was pumpkin cupcakes… with cream cheese frosting, no less.  I was feeling like I could go up against Ms. Martha Stewart in a baking throw down.  That was, until I broke out the piping bag.

The truth is, I need to practice the fine art of artfully (or at least attractively) applying icing to cupcakes.

So, in attempt to redeem myself this week, I stuck to the tried and true banana bread.  Sometimes it has walnuts, sometimes pecans, sometimes both and sometimes I’m feeling frisky and throw a handful of chocolate chips in.

If I’m going to spend time baking, whatever it is I’m making better not be healthy.

It’s a rule I have.

It’s a rule you should have, too.  It will make you and those around you much happier.  There is nothing worse than biting into a cookie only to realize it’s one of those healthy, low sugar, no oil/butter/crisco ones.  Don’t trick me into chewing one bite of your dry cookie for 5 minutes only to save a fat gram or two.  I’ll mark you off my list if you do.

Baking not only produces tasty treats, it also makes me feel kind of like I’m Wonder Woman for the day.  Sure, sure, I did the laundry, made breakfast, got crafty, folded clothes, washed the dishes and wrote some blog posts.  I do that every Sunday.  But this past Sunday I made banana bread.

I also made the world’s best lasagna, but I’ll save that post for another day.

What is one of the first things you bake when it’s finally cool enough to turn on the oven?  I’d love to hear your recipe!

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Eight Years

Today marks the Sweet Boy and my 8th anniversary!  8 years ago today he picked me up to take me out to a friends house for some good, old fashion pumpkin carving.

I think I carved a fortune teller or something.

Funny how I can’t remember exactly what my pumpkin looked like, but I remember I wore jeans, a charcoal gray shirt and black boots.

I’m kind of a girl like that.

It’s been a great 8 years.  We’ve both grown up, learned things, discovered things, and have created things together.  He’s so supportive of everything I do and I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect for me.

Happy Anniversary, Sweet Boy, may we celebrate many, many more!


…the mornings greet me with a frosty blanket.

Trees are losing their summer cloaks.

The breeze brings whiffs of glowing fireplaces.

The season has changed and with it my evenings and weekends have become busy in preparation for the Holidays.  I’m one of those people that do not complain when the craft stores put out Holiday goodies before Halloween.  This is exactly when I’m in the mood for a bit of Holiday inspiration.  As a crafter and one who brings new life to old treasures, I have to have all of my Holiday goodies ready in time for the rest of you to finally accept that Christmas is only 2 months away.

YES… you heard me correctly.

Christmas is only 2 months away!

So I’ve been busy making Holiday gift sets for IdyllHands.  I just love this collection of necklaces made from vintage brooches and matching earrings.

I’ve also been working on some decor items.  This one was inspired by a larger version my grandma passed down to me about 10 years ago.  My small one took what seemed like a month to make.  I will treasure the one she gave me forever.

And I’ve been busy making some Holiday sets of dessert stands for the Junque Rethunque booth and for The Alliday Show.  The shop we’re in is hosting an open house on Nov. 15, so my sister and I are putting the pedal to the metal to get ready for it.

Prepping for the Holidays drives some people mad, but I love it.  It’s crazy, it fills up my days, it’s stressful at times, but it’s fun and exciting.  I love having a reason to pull all of the odds and ends I’ve been collecting over the year out and put them together into new and wonderful things.  I just love making I suppose.

What are you putting together for the holidays?  Maybe you’re knitting a scarf or baking some goodies?  What are you planning?  I’d love to hear about it.

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this chair has nothing to do with this post other than it looks a bit spooky

I wouldn’t consider my past experiences with the unexplained “haunted” or anything, at least, I didn’t consider them that way until recently.  So, let me rephrase that, I’ve never really linked any of the unexplained things I’ve experienced in my past with anything “haunted” until recently.

There, that’s better.

I’m kind of glad I’ve said that and it’s off my chest now.  I’ve debated about writing a blog post about this for the past few weeks, but feel I need to.  I need to tell someone about my experiences, actually, since I’m blogging about it, I apparently need to tell a few someones.  I don’t want you to think I’m one of those crazy people that calls in mediums when things start falling off of shelves.  I’m also not one to pull out an Ouiji board on any occasion (I learned my lesson when a babysitter I had wanted to play some tricks on me – scared me to DEATH for at least a month).  Things might happen in my surroundings, I can’t explain them, and I chock it up to having a new story to tell overnight guests to give them a bit of a chill during the night.

But something is happening lately and I can’t put my finger on it and it won’t stop.  It’s starting to be the bump in the night that’s keeping me awake and slightly nervous.

Let’s rewind back to 1989 0r 1990 (it was so long ago, I can’t remember when it was).  I slept with a certain pillow that I hugged each night.  If it fell of the bed, I automatically reached down to pick it up.  Nothing unusual about this.  Pillow falls, Erin picks it up.  Until one night, the pillow fell and what I saw when I reached down to pick it up had me freeze in my tracks (or reach, as it were).  My pillow was laying in a pool of glowing light… it was a soft light… and it oozed out from under my bed in a half circle shape.  Something was under my bed and something was making that light.  I quickly abandoned the nightly rescue of my pillow and peered over the other side of my bed.  Nothing.  Not even a hint of light.  So back over to the other side I went, and there was that light.


My mom ran into the room to see what was up.  I told her to look on the side of my bed and that there was a light.  She didn’t see it.  She went back to bed and that was that.  I was seeing things, I guess.  I went on to see that light for the next few months and then, just like it came, it was gone.  I called my mom in to see the light almost weekly, but she never saw it.  Not once.  As an adult I asked if she was just trying to keep me from being scared, but she assured me, she didn’t see it.

That was the only unexplained happening that comes to mind for the first 25 years of my life.  See, pretty uneventful, nothing to really make a big deal out of.  However, when I was 25, a mirror was thrown at me.  Okay, that might be dramatic, but that’s the best way to describe what happened.   I had just moved into a very old house that I felt very comfortable in (never mind that my cat NEVER trusted a single space in that house).  A friend of mine gave me an old dresser with a matching mirror for my bedroom.  It was the perfect dresser for the space.  A couple of weeks after moving it in, I was standing in the bedroom and something in the mirror of the dresser caught my eye.  I looked up at my reflection from across the room just in time for the mirror to tip forward and slide off the front of the dresser.

Okay, this wouldn’t be so strange if it slid bottom first, but it didn’t.  It tilted forward and slid off on to the floor.  Almost as if something shoved it forward.  This was definately strange, but I was the only witness.  It’s hard to explain what happened.  Maybe I saw it wrong.  Maybe I remember it wrong.  I most certainly don’t, but to those who hear the story, there is surely a reasonable explanation.


I haven’t figured it out yet.  Nothing else ever fell off of a dresser or shelf in that room.

Now, fast forward to a few months ago.  Things are happening again… also in my bedroom.  One morning I woke up to find my smart phone laying a few feet away from the bedside table I leave it on at night.  It has an Otterbox with a rubber case, so the odds of it sliding off of the dresser are low, but okay, it must have.  A few nights later, the same thing happened.  This has happened off and on for the past few months.  Sometimes it wakes me up at night when it hits the floor, sometimes I find it in the morning.  Before you assume I’m ignoring the fact that it could vibrate itself off of the nightstand, I checked for missed calls, texts or notifications… there were none on the nights that it hit the floor.

I ignored this for a few months.  Picking up my phone in the morning and setting it back on my nightstand.  However, it happened this past weekend when I was home alone.  It startled me awake and I shot out of bed to face my closet door slightly open with the light on.  That’s easy, I left the closet light on and didn’t latch the door.  I’m not worried about that, but the light startled me in my sleepy state and I was left trying to go back to sleep thinking of the first season of Paranormal Activity.  You know the one, the girl sleep walks and stands next to her boyfriend for minutes upon minutes just standing there… sleeping.  CREEPY.

The phone fell off the nightstand again last night and so I automatically thought of that scene in the movie.  It’s going to happen EVERYTIME that dang phone ends up on the floor and I can’t sleep while thinking of that.  I’m hoping it stops soon.

Do you see a pattern here?  Hauntings?  I don’t know.  Maybe.  Definitely unexplainable situations.  I will admit that it is starting to leave me more on the paranoid side than not.  What is doing this?  Why has this always happened in my bedroom?  What is going on?  It’s creeping me out.

‘Tis the season, right?

Time’s Up!

Well, the time has come!  I have a winner for the $150 Country Outfitter gift card.  But before I announce the lucky name, I want to take a moment and thank all of you for entering and sharing that one thing you have always wanted in your closet.  Hopefully I’ve inspired some of you to either add that in or just laugh when you think back on in.

I know this much, you all have reminded me of many, many fashion trends that I fell victim to.

And now, without further ado, the winner of the gift card (chosen by a random number generator found on the amazing world wide web) is Jennifer Ross!   Hooray!  I know she’ll rock whatever she chooses to purchase with her gift card!


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