I do love to cook. It reminds me of my dad, it makes me decompress and my guy (and my nephew!) are very appreciative. That said, there are some things I refuse to cook or eat, and I will not apologize for that. Why? Take a look at the list and my reasons: Ten Things I Refuse to Cook and/or Eat Anything with the word "dump" in the recipe title. I associate that word with abandoned children, bowel movements, and landfills. It's also not cooking to me if you dump everything together in a crockpot and walk away. Beets as an ingredient: Alas, beets are not allowed in my cooking, my house or my mouth. You can thank my cousin Arnold for traumatizing me at a very young age by telling me they were blood eggs. Clams and Clam Chowder: I will eat just about any kind of seafood except clams. They look and smell nasty. I don't care if they're ground up in the soup and I probably won't taste them. That's what my mother said about squash. Liver: I...
This shabby little Vera Bradley wristlet was well-loved by the original owner, as evidenced by the amount of wear and tear. I actually love worn-out purses like this because they're fun to rehab and repurpose. The wrist strap is pretty threadbare. I want to shore up that and the weaker spots, cover the damage and turn it into a needle and scissor holder pouch. Let's see if I can. Because they are usually 100% fabric Vera Bradley purses are easy to hand sew. I found some antique lace that would suit the colors and design and starting stitching it over the areas of wear. I used strips of lace on both sides and two wee crocheted doilies over the bottom corners where the fabric had worn away. I added a few vintage buttons for fun. The rehabbed wristlet. It's not perfect, and I didn't intend for it to be. I wanted to give it a second life here in my sewing room. I'm always hunting for my embroidery scissors and yarn needles; now I know exact...