A thingy type of day

I felted a soap for my friend. It took forever. Not the right technique yet....

But I love the result. It looks like a stone now.

I was looking for a gift for my grandma. 

Yet, I ended up running into so many lovable things for myself....

Namely... a wallet....

A felt bag for my felting wool...

This we borrowed from Kindergarten... love Elsa Beskow books!!!

This sparkly bracelette was found at the dollar store next door...

Last but not least... a super cute frame (for 3 Euros on sale!).

And a super cute, super huge emaille mug.

Seriously, I never buy useless things for myself. 

For my daughter - sure. But for myself...

 I have no idea how this happened!

And I have no idea, why I don't feel guilty this time.

It's just one of these days... I guess.

Felt Flower

 This one above I made myself! (about 1 hr)

Find the tutorial here: http://mysocalledgreenlife.com/2011/07/felt-flowers-my-favorite-project-of.html

It's Fall - check out our fall table!

Chestnut Fun

We got sooo many. All week it's been the big "thing" to play with. We count them, we sort them by size, we put them on the couch, in the bathtub, on the floor, we made fall decoration... simple and so beautiful! Truely my style of playing...

I hope you like jammin' too

I couldn't resist the title.
It's been lively here the last few weeks. Warm. Not raining. Sunny, even. And that's saying a lot since we live in this "Pacific Northwest" part of the country known for its wetness.
But, all that rain brings loads of berries. They literally grow as weeds here; taking over everything else that tries to grow. Luckily, we found a good way to utilize these fruitful weeds here. These days, our freezer is chock full of Ziploc freezer bags full of blackberries. (I know, you love them, too).
Today, I canned. In two hours I did two batches of jam. The first one was strawberry jam (I thought we were all out. Right after I resolved lamenting, I found two freezer bags full of strawberries just begging to be turned to jam.)
I grew up thinking that canning was this mysterious and difficult process. My mom wasn't geared toward kitchen projects, though she is a thoughtful and talented homemaker. So, to me, I feel like I'm doing something that is new and productive. I like the feeling of preserving an otherwise very perishable delicate fine fruit.
On one occasion in the last few weeks, we picked a big box of berries. We carried on throughout the day doing our park playtime, dinner, bath, bed routine and by the time I peeked on the berries at night, the top layer had already began to get fuzzy from mold.
I digress.
Here you have it, Sister. It's what's for dinner. : )



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