The History:
Growing up, my parents always took my sister and me to Lazy Acres tree farm in Chunky, Mississippi. Not only did they have rows and rows of cut-your-own real trees, but they had a sleigh and real reindeers, too! Sure, we had to haul it 30 minutes to Chunky in a borrowed truck, but it was never trouble. (Or, so I thought..) Read the rest of this entry »
I’m not going to lie. When I first saw this type of book sculpture, I didn’t immediately think, “Oh, that poor book..” Instead, I got all giddy about the cool concept. Here’s a used book that no one wanted to read (worse, here’s a horrible autobiography written by some dumb, rich supermodel) that’s been given a new purpose: art! Read the rest of this entry »
When I worked for Southern Living, I developed an independent hatred of all things fake. Only later did I realize I had said hatred all along. Read the rest of this entry »
For me, a big part of crafting simply involves viewing. Sometimes if I see a craft I like, I don’t really use instructions. I just go with it, trying to imitate as much as possible. So, in this case, such will be your task! Make yourself a wreath like mine, and be sure to add that personal touch. Read the rest of this entry »
Halloween rivals Christmas as my favorite holiday–as in, favorite holiday ever. It’s not how they make me feel these days, per se, that puts them at the top of my list. It’s the memories of those holidays as a kid that really get me giddy, nostalgic, and, uh, depressed. Read the rest of this entry »
Goals are good, right? Let’s face it. It doesn’t matter what your goal is, if you meet it, you’re golden. Thus, I think it’s safe to say, under the philosophy that no goal is stupid, I was allowed one stupid goal. Said goal: make a pumpkin pie from a real pumpkin. Read the rest of this entry »
Part I
I tend to identify places by their meat-and-three makeup. In my hometown of Meridian, Mississippi, Binke’s and Jean’s tie for the best in town. Northport, Alabama, claims City Cafe, a college favorite. So, when I first moved to Birmingham back in July 2007, I was lost, not knowing where to turn for black-eyed peas, butter beans, creamed corn. But the Anchorage in Homewood, I was told, had it all–and then some. Read the rest of this entry »