Hi, I’m Kelly Wilkinson.
Crafter, journalist,
middle sister, more...

116 Cozy Rain

 

Monday
08Feb2010

lovemallows

Smitten Kitchen provided the recipe and she was right (natch): these homemade marshmallows are ridiculously springy and buoyant, and the process feels a little like alchemy. I made mine ever-so-slightly pink and went for my favorite, easy-peasy packaging.


I know that I am no longer in the second grade, but I am still an unabashed cheeseball. I love sending out late-winter sugarbombs in the form of valentines.


 

Wednesday
03Feb2010

the bees in print!

When I was in NYC last year, I met up with the wonderful Lisa from Bust magazine and we talked crafts, potlucks and honeybees over iced coffees on a hot summer afternoon. Fast forward a couple seasons, and I have an article on beekeeping, plus a photo of me and the bees in the current issue. How exciting! 

Monday
01Feb2010

salve-ation, part II

Do you remember the great salve disaster of 2009? Well, I am now bravely re-attempting this project based on some of your suggestions and recommendations. These herbs are now covered with oil, and the little pots catch the sunlight just so as they sit in the windowsill. So even if the infused oils are a flop (again), I have been cheered by the process and the fact that I found a terrific local herb store. But still, I’d really like it to work. So fingers crossed, and I will report back.

Thursday
28Jan2010

new washington post project

I have a new project up at The Washington Post to make this stationery kit. Hopefully it will help me make good on my resolution to write more letters.

As I confessed in the column, I based this project on a great gift that one of my sisters made for me. Her stationery kit was sewn, and this one is paper-based, so the sewing is optional. Is imitation still considered the highest form of flattery? I hope so. You can check it out right here.


Monday
25Jan2010

if you're a fellow procrastinator

**oops, I'm away for a few days and the auto-post didn't work so well for me. Apologies for the onslaught of entries.**

I am not one of those well-organized folk who order their calendars a couple months in advance for a seamless transition. I am the person who frantically hits every local stationary store after the year has already flipped over with sad results: they're either already out of new calendars or only have the really ugly ones left.

I recently secured my at-a-week pocket calendar, but have been on the prowl for a wall calendar. Nothing was hitting the spot until I saw this gem, offered by Something’s Hiding In Here. For free! Do you believe it? It's exactly what I was looking for, but didn't even know it:

I printed it out on kraft card stock and now it’s doing its job, ever so stylishly, in the kitchen. If you want to do the same, you can find the link right here. Thanks, universe and Something's Hiding in Here. You can find more of their inspired goods here and a darling video that will make you lust after their loft right here.


Thursday
21Jan2010

toughed-up preppy

For all of us who admire all the lovely but pricey J.Crew accessories, here’s a ribbon flower embellishment that is a breeze to make, and can be worn on a belt, as a brooch, or as a hairpin.


I found this vintage grosgrain ribbon at an all-ribbon store in San Francisco (I know, who knew? Certainly not I, until this week). I took one yard and folded it back on itself to make it more rigid. Using a hot glue gun, I glued the two layers together, working a few inches at a time. Once it was doubled over, I folded and re-folded at asymmetrical angles until I liked the arrangement. Then I lifted the folds and glued underneath. Add a decorative button in the center. To finish, cut a circle of felt for the back, glue in place, and glue or sew a pin backing onto the felt.

I found this studded synthetic leather ribbon at Britex to pair with this brooch for a little hit of preppy-meets-punk. Please excuse this very front-on view of, as Jack Donaghy would say, my swimsuit region.


 

 

Tuesday
19Jan2010

idea envy

From the why-didn’t-I-think-of-that department:


Stamps made from rolled up corregated cardboard. So cleaver. From Martha Stewart, with more ideas here.


Friday
15Jan2010

merrily popping away

If you have not popped stovetop popcorn in a while, say since childhood, get thee to a heavy bottomed pan. The process is so quick and awesome, I can’t believe that air-popping machines ever gunked up our nation’s pantries.

In a matter of minutes, your kitchen smells like a movie theater and you’re transported to the eight year-old version of yourself, cheering every victorious pop.

When we were kids – before microwave popcorn took hold – we would stove-pop enough kernels to fill our huge yellow mixing bowl, and melt an entire stick of butter to pour over top. When we got down to the bottom, the last pieces of popcorn were like icebergs in a sea of butter, and we would elbow each other out of the way to drag the last squishy pieces through the butter before it completely congealed.

And when you could still rent film projectors at our local library, we would turn our sunken conversation pit (yes, this is actually the name of a room in the barn I grew up in) into a movie theater, with the projector set up at the back. My sisters and friends and I would make little-kid versions of those cigarette girl trays, filled with candy and popcorn, and walk the “aisle”, even though sometimes we only had four customers. I can still hear the sound of the end of the movie, with the end of the reel slap-slap-slapping around the projector and the whir of the motor.

I just read that there’s a new anniversary edition of Gone with the Wind. While it isn’t real film, it sounds like the only reason I need to stovepop a big bowl and marvel at Scarlett and all those dresses.

And if you find yourself having a popcorn epiphany like me, then read this great post by Willi. It may make you realize that, while you never aspired to growing and drying your own popcorn, that is now exactly what you want to do.

Wednesday
13Jan2010

one corner at a time

New Years resolutions? Still forming them. Decorations? Boxed, but still waiting to be brought to the garage. Needless to say, I’m a little slow out of the gates this year. But that annual circadian pull to organize is beating strong, and I’m looking forward to clearing the decks, moving furniture to dust underneath, and giving away a trunkful of stuff.

So far, I am trying to attack areas that could give off a nice and restful vibe…but instead, jangle my nerves because I treat them as one-step above the recycling bin. Take, for instance, the side of our fridge. This is the state of affairs after a couple years of accumulation:


And now:


All this took was a roll of cork at the office supply store, some glue dots, a good pair of scissors to cut out a nice shape, and a steady hand for painting a border (inspired by this post at d*s). Now I feel a little wash of happiness every time I come into the kitchen.

The next zone that will be worked over is on the other side of the doorway. It’s our slush pile of bills, mail, sunglasses, seed packets, you name it. I cannot just cute all of that away, however. I actually need to change some of my lazy behavior in that department. Does anyone have a good system for dealing with the riffraff of everyday life, especially bills? If so, please share. This is an area I am going to work on this year.

In the meantime, I’ll look the other way when I come into the kitchen.

Thursday
07Jan2010

so long, decorations

The decorations are coming down, and honestly, I’m not that sad to see them go. I love putting them up and basking in the glow of the lights when they’re up. But then it feels equally right to pack everything up after the hoopla winds down, and move into the new year feeling a little more unencumbered. Plus, we do get a last hoorah: we push our tree out the front window of our apartment and then drag it to the corner, which always provides a final little burst of joy.


You may have noticed I have a thing for hauling branches and fallen bits of trees inside. This one came home with me on a morning dog walk, and I set up it in a neglected little corner to arch over a doorway. The only other thing to do was hang some simple straw ornaments from Ikea.


And while I’ve been getting antsy to put everything else away, this is one that might linger (or not, I still haven’t decided). The bare, wintry branches are lovely to see when you come into the front hallway.


In this last photo, you might just make out the fuzzy silhouettes of paper decorations I made and hung to create a kind of curtain effect above the stairs. They added a clean, wintry touch and were super quick and satisfying to slice up one evening.

So long, holidays. It’s been nice spending time together.

Sunday
03Jan2010

welcome, fresh decade

Don’t get me wrong: I love a good, glittery New Year’s party. But the older I get, the more appreciative I am to simply be around people I love when the clock strikes midnight and we erupt in sudden, spontaneous fits of happiness. Even if it’s just symbolic, the slate wipes clean and anything feels possible.

In the ramp-up to New Year’s, my husband and I usually have an informal review of the year that’s drawing to a close. And for a couple years in a row, it became a little family joke because Mike, forever the sunny optimist, would declare, I think this is our year, baby.

As scrappy sort of entrepreneurs, it was – and sometimes still is – tough going. When are we going to catch a break? When might we ever afford to buy a place of our own? When might things feel like they’re starting to click?

So I snapped up this card when I saw it couple years ago, and it’s been up ever since. But not because I’m still waiting for our magic year. More because I have come to realize that every year is our magic year.

I don’t mean to sound too Stuart Smalley. Like everyone else, there have been years when shitty things have happened to people I love. And it’s hard to untangle big, sad, unfair things from the memories of those years.

But more and more I realize: every year is our year. Just by the sheer and simple reality of being here and doing what we want to do, surrounded by people we love. Here’s to more of that. For all of us.

Thursday
24Dec2009

and to all a good night

Once a year, on winter solstice, Muir Woods stays open late for all kind of solstice-y activities: bonfires, candle-lit paths, singing, wreath-making.

photo courtesy of cleepa

We arrived toward the end of the celebration. The night was clear and cold and the earth was freshly-damp from morning rain. The only lights were these lovely luminarias, winding through enormous trees and alongside a full winter river. It turns out, the sound of rushing water sounds a lot louder in the dark.

We wandered through the trees, necks craned when punches of starry sky opened up high above us. Then we heard singing and kept walking. There were no lights, but we tucked into a circle around a chorus of voices, singing solstice songs in many-part harmony. The air smelled dark and wet and clean. Dark trees soared overhead. People were happy.

I hope you have wonderful holidays, and here’s hoping that we all enter the new year rested and thankful and ready for what’s ahead. See you then, xo. 

Tuesday
22Dec2009

q&a with kayte terry!

Today I'm so glad to welcome Kaye Terry, crafter extraordinaire and author of the new book, Applique Your Way. Kayte has a great, fearless, inspired take on embellishing clothes and projects through applique, and she is a totally down-to-earth guide to the process and range of techniques.

Kayte was kind enough to answer some questions below. In addition, and we'll be giving away a copy of her fab book to one lucky winner. Just say hello in the comment section before midnight tonight and you'll be entered. Congratulations, Sasha!

So without further adieu:

KW: Hi Kayte, I'm so glad you're here, and I have to tell you -- I had a kind of funny realization when I opened your book. I flipped though the pages and realized, I have done appliqué even though I didn’t realize it – adding bits of fabric to blankets or shirts. Have you seen other people have a similar reaction, that there was a formal name for what we’ve done when we cut out and used scraps of fabric?
   
KT: Yes! One of the reasons I wanted to write this book was because I wanted to show all the things that appliqué can be, that it's not really complicated or overly technical. I think lots of people do appliqué without knowing what to call it. In some ways, it's instinct: people have been doing appliqué either to fix or decorate their belongings since the beginning of time.


KW: Along those lines, I sometimes fear that crafty dabblers like myself might be intimidated by crafts or processes that sound technical. But everyone should try applique — it’s so satisfying and can completely transform ho-hum items. Can you demystify the process a little and give us a good starting point?

KT: Sure. I think appliqué is a really approachable craft because you are often embellishing not creating things from scratch. Also, a lot of it involves hand sewing (so you don't need a machine!) and it's very portable!

I think a good way to start is with felt because the seams don't fray and you easily sew it to other existing items. All you need is a needle, thread or embroidery floss and some pins! Just play around with cutting out different shapes and colors; it's so much fun! Also, technology has really made appliqué incredible easy with the invention of one of my favorite things, fusible webbing, which are these iron-on sheets that fuse one material to another. Fusible webbing is permanent and even washable. Honestly, you don't even have to sew over it at all but I always think it looks more finished with some sewing.
 

The interview continues right over here, where you can read Kayte's thoughts on how to find and express your own style.

Tuesday
22Dec2009

the last decorations

Although we’ve had our tree up for a couple weeks now, our entry hall was feeling a little un-festive, so we changed that this weekend.


I cut and glued and taped, and we wound up with a doily-snowflake front door (dead-easy how-to right here), and a sort of curtain of paper cutouts in the hall, above the stair well. This is decorating as plain and simple as it gets, and now our place is extra-merry.

 

Friday
18Dec2009

last-minute crafty roundup

This year will be a last-minute scramble as I convert our dining room table into a madcap workshop. I haven’t finalized what I’m making this year – but luckily, family members are coming out here for the holidays, so I get a couple more days to cook and create.

I expect to spend some time this weekend trolling these trusty favorites for inspiration.

Once you’ve made your pretty something, feast your eyes upon this loveliness for wrapping supplies and inspiration. I think I can hear your heart cracking open with love. Yes, this is utter genius from Marichelle and Ez over at Nice Package.

In other news, these pears will definitely be made and eaten before we've seen the last of 2009. And we're still holding out hope that we can make another batch of these goodies.

And great news for us procrastinators! Next week, Kayte Terry of Applique Your Way will drop by to share some inspiration, tell us about her lovely work, and kindly give away one of her books. In case you want to embellish your special something before wrapping it and placing it under the tree, Kayte is the girl to tell us how.

In the meantime, I hope your weekend is full of crafty goodness and sugarplum fairies.

Wednesday
16Dec2009

a little before and after

I can hardly look at this before photo of our toilet room – so institutional and depressing. Repainting this room was on my to-do list for a couple years, and I finally got around to it recently.

We have a split bath, so this room now feels like a little underwater jewel box – I think because it’s so eensy.

That cartoon print is something my husband has from college in Dublin many years ago. The scenic drive print is from these fine folks. Next, I need to get my Broad print up somewhere – it’s from the same studio.

We picked up that little brass mirror for about $5 at an antique shop up north.

The ocean handstands are me, my sisters and my cousin during a particularly hilarious vacation, hurricane and all. I recovered the light-switch cover in about three minutes flat, courtesy of this book and project.

If you are looking to add a hit of color somewhere, you could do worse than the toilet room. It adds some surprise and opulence to an otherwise bland little corner. Painting was just the kick in the pants we needed to liven up the tiniest room.




Tuesday
08Dec2009

if i could click my heels three times

The cold weather, grey skies and rain that just moved in makes me want to go right back here for more winter beach walks, fireside talks, pints, and general coziness. Can you feel the contentment oozing from this scene?

If I could click my heels right now, I would open my eyes and be right back there, warming by the fire and reading this lovely, slightly dotty, completely evocative book that makes my heart burst with happy. 

Sunday
06Dec2009

need a rad stocking stuffer?

Please forgive this blatant family promotion on behalf of my husband Mike. I told you about him a while back, and I’m about to remind you all over again. Because you are people with good taste.

Mike makes this great little number called the Jimi wallet. It’s made from recycled plastic here in the US, and it’s perky and practical and almost like a member of our family at this point, with everything we’ve been through together.

Well, Mike is offering MGG readers 20 percent off through the holidays. Head on over to the Jimi web store, buy furiously, and when you get to the checkout part, enter “MGG” into the coupon box. That will get you 20 percent off everything you buy, including his brand-spanking new, limited edition camo versions. And don't feel like you need to be shy about passing the code on!

I love talking about the Jimi because I love the pluck and heart that brought it into existence. So thanks for the support, folks. It means a lot.


Thursday
03Dec2009

beef suet? check. 

A little while back, I posted about wanting to make plum puddings. The only thing standing in my way was beef suet (as I learned, this is hard fat around beef kidneys). But as it turns out, there are still great, stand-alone butcher shops who are happy to introduce you to this marvel baking ingredient of old.

Fast forward a couple weeks and our traditional Christmas puddings (along with mincemeat!) are curing in the cool darkness of the garage, with whiskey slowing permeating every morsel of dried fruit and candied peel.

What I loved about making these dishes was how apparent it became that they originated in faraway, cold places whose residents certainly did not have the luxury of California’s year-round farms and produce aisles. The recipes are based on breadcrumbs, candied peel, dried fruit, and alcohol. It was all about making do with what used to be sweet a few months back.


Stirring everything together, I was reminded of meeting a man in Ireland who must have been in his 80s. Mike and I met him on a walk, and he told us how vividly he remembered getting a singular ripe orange for a present as a little boy one year, how exotic it seemed in the middle of a dark, cold winter.

Even in the smallest of ways, I felt a little more connected to that sentiment as the puddings steamed away on the stovetop for a whole afternoon and evening, filling the house with the warm, spiced smell of Christmas.

But just so I don’t get too carried away romanticizing hardship, I will also tell you about the wayward history of plum pudding: It turns out that in the 1600s, the dessert was banned by the Puritans because it was made with alcohol. What can I say. Even when I don't intend to be, I am drawn to the sweet-toothed sacrilegious.

Sunday
29Nov2009

i changed my mind

Well, hours after writing that last post, I crumbled. I rushed into a new-to-me fabric store just before they closed Wednesday night and bought supplies to sew a new tablecloth and 12 napkins.

I couldn’t help it. I liked the napkin rings I posted about, but they just didn’t cut it for me. Of course, I worked up my math on the fly and consequently under-bought fabric. So the overhang on tablecloth was a little short and the napkins were a little petite. But I learned how to miter a corner and wound up thankful for our dining room’s new look – along with many, many other less superficial things that top this year’s grateful list.

Hope your holiday was wonderful.