For those you who have been commenting for the last couple of years or so that you’d like to see a nice young man in my life, rejoice!
Hello Fellow Travelers! I’ve returned! 🙂
I know, I’m the worst. Am I doing this blog or not? I need to make up my mind and stop stringing you guys along/ghosting randomly for months on end, huh?
I am an aggressive thrifter. I know this. Decades of experience have helped me hone this skill into something that is almost an art form. I know which days to go …
About 15 years ago (back when I thought spiky maroon hair was a good look for me), I worked at a local wine and cheese shop. This led to my love …
I swear this is NOT turing into a foodie blog, but you never know when inspiration is going to strike. In this case, it happened in my kitchen. 🙂
I am not a foodie blogger. Don’t get me wrong, I love to cook, and do so quite frequently…usually with something at least vaguely pleasant to show for it afterwards. I get most of the recipes I use from online or from my beloved Mastering the Art of French Cooking two-volume set. However, after my recent horrific cooking experience, even the vaguest thought of becoming a food blogger has been permanently bashed from my brain.
While ambling about the local blogosphere, I encountered a couple of posts that inspired me. One was, The Better Side of Vintage Recipes by April Blake, and the other was Cooking like a Modern Woman of 1976: The After Work Entertaining Cookbook by Anne Wolfe Postic. Both articles are about the many awesome recipes you can find in old thrift store cookbooks.
Remember the Trace & Stitch Dress I refashioned for my trip to Asheville a few months ago? Here…let me jog your memory.