Thrift at Home

I'm home.  Jet-lagged and fatigued, but home and unpacked.  The trees are sighing outside my window and the sky is deep grey - I think a...

By the time you read this, I will be in the air, heading to a convention for work.  I've left my family a full batch of yogurt, sever...

My French sleep pants wore right out from love and hard use, so I used this pattern again to make another pair.  My husband told me the sh...

I cannot get enough of these scones. The combination of buttery scone, piney rosemary, and a kick of sweet from the raisins is irresistable ...

The chocolate brown skirt that I made wasn't working so well.  The flap wouldn't stay nicely, and the fabric had a few snags. I t...

Recently, my friend Marilou announced that she cannot make quilts because she is clueless about colors.  I argued with her, knowing that she...

When I pack salad for a brown-bag refrigerated lunch, I don't dress it in the morning (it would be a disgusting slimy mess after a few h...