I’ve still been sewing like crazy (and I still have not reached out to my aunt about obtaining my Grandma’s serger) but all of the pics I’ve taken of my projects were on my old phone. And I haven’t gotten around to uploading them to my computer.
But I swear I’ve made things like…
– New kitchen curtains
– Onesies with ties sewn on them for Annmarie’s future husband, Reid
I bought a Groupon (technically my friend bought a Groupon that was good for 2 people and I’m her other person) for a sewing class. While I feel more and more confident when I sew something – I know I’m not doing anything properly. I worry that a lot of my stuff will fall apart in the wash. And I’m sure there are better ways of doing things than I am currently doing because sometimes it takes me for f’n ever to do simple things like hem something.
My father-in-law accused me of becoming domesticated. I don’t know if I’d go that far. I like to think I’m becoming more creative? Crafty? Awesome? I still don’t cook a lot and I’ve pretty much given up on baking anything because the process is too damn frustrating. And I blame that all on blogs. Bloggers post fabulous pictures of their baked creations. My stuff looks like someone pooped out a cookie.
This week my office did a dessert exchange. I thought this was a great opportunity to bake something fun and festive. And I wanted some sugar cookies after seeing this. I have this jar of cookie cutters that I’ve never used (but of course I had to have it and really thought that I’d be baking up a bunch of cookies shaped like cutesy things). I should have taken a picture of the amount of dust that had collected on this jar (since it sat on top of our kitchen cabinets). I had to wipe it off with a damp cloth. Gross.
So anyways – I wanted to make Christmas sugar cookies (with colored icing and all).
I regretted that decision the night I started rolling the dough out because holy hell… what a pain in the ass. And for such little output. That recipe yielded 19 full cut out cookies (with dough leftover to make a plain round cookie and 3 letter cookies:
And not to mention that they appeared to be decorated by a child. But they tasted pretty f’n good, thankyouverymuch.
My nice co-workers thought they were “charming” and said they appreciated that they were home-made. Riiiiiight.
Also? Pinterest will be the death of me. I’ve already pinned a shitload of DIY Christmas decorations as thought I have time, patience and SPACE for any of it.