A Domestic Manifest

I make things, then I write about them.

Playing catch-up, Part 5: Sorbetto

I’m trying to be a good girl, and actually give a little word-space to all the stuff I’ve been too lax to blog up proper in the past few months. To that end, I present Part the Fifth: A BLOUSE. After the “I actually have enough fabric” debacle that sent me into such a tailspin, it took a bit before I could get up the gumption to bring ol’ Nancy.. Read More

Time hiccup

It has been roughly eight million years since last I posted, and I have therefore myriad things about which I could write. However, I’ve sort of entered that place where the onus of relating all those things is heavier than I can bear, so I sigh and put it off. So more things accumulate. Then I just sigh and put it off more. And on and on, ad infinitum. It’s.. Read More

In praise of my Nanny Jo

So something really scary and awful happened this past Sunday: my grandparents were in a car accident. My grandfather is thankfully fine, but my grandmother has two lumbar fractures, and a mighty sore hip. But even so, they were very lucky. One might be tempted to worry about an injured grandmother. The very word tends to conjure images of delicate older ladies. Classy and elegant she may be, but delicate? No.. Read More