Aug 15, 2011

What Did We Do Before the Internet?

We made do. 

I've been poring over self-publishing guides, lists and how-tos for this cookbook project, but nothing is leading me to what I pictured when I began. Everything is too cutesy, too meticulous or too weighed down with a price tag.  So, to this I say:

Screw the internet.

I have a brain and two hands and a hell of a lot of craft supplies(and baking to do)... see you on the other side!

P.S. I'll still be looking for inspiration and posting it on my Pinterest


Aug 12, 2011

Now, What Can I Do With This?

That's a lot of closet space for one girl! It's moving week, kids, let's see what I can do with this.

Aug 5, 2011

Everything Old is New Again

I intended my first post to be beauty related, since that is what inspired this blog, but sometimes wonderful things have a way of falling in your lap.

My grandma passed away in the spring of 2010, and since then we have been left to clean out a home that was more like a museum. A relic of the past with stopped clocks, dainty tea cups and knick knacks lining the walls, it is truly a sight to behold and a place I hold very dear. One of my fondest memories of her is, true to the style of an Italian grandmother, her baking. Every occasion called for two dozen of a dozen types of cookies and her house always had the best treats. Every one of her grandkids had their favorites- my cousin loved peanut butter, my brother the lemon logs and I only had eyes for the lightly iced pink Italian cookies. We and the rest of our very large family would gorge ourselves on them whenever the occasion called for baking, notably Christmas.

As she got older, the baking stopped, but the recipes, as I knew them, stayed in a blue book in the closet under the stairs. She lent it to me once to get a few recipes, but a lot of my favorites were missing, and she couldn't tell me all the details of the ones I wanted. I tried for a few years to recreate them but something always seemed to be missing.

 But the other day my mother had gone to clean the house and came home very excited to show me her finds. In addition to that little blue book she kept in the closet under the stairs, my grandmother had many other books, chock full of handwritten recipes from her and my great grandma. All the favorites, including the lemon logs, were in there. As I embark on a move into my first adult apartment, I will take these recipes and attempt my first book binding, and dedicate it to my Grandma and Nanny, whose love is written all over these pages. I guess this first post is kind of beauty related.
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