SALTY S'MORES
Chocolate of your choice (I used peanut butter cups)
Saltines
Sunday, December 18, 2011
the Sunday Special - salty smores
The other night it was gray and wintery outside which put me in the mood for a fire. One of the great things about a wood burning stove, you can roast marshmallows. =)
Oww, and then I thought .... "why not s'mores?" I found some chocolate and marshmallows, but no graham crackers. Hmmm, time to get creative. What do we have? Aha! Saltines. That might be interesting. And it was! If you like sweet and salty, you'll love these salty s'mores.
Marshmallow
Chocolate of your choice (I used peanut butter cups)
Saltines
I like to get my chocolate nice and melted. I put it on the cracker and use the shovel tool to rest it on the coals, while I roast my marshmallow. Put 'em together and walla. A tasty treat. Be aware that chocolate might ooze out the holes in the cracker. Hey, if s'mores aren't messy, you're not doing them right. =)
Chocolate of your choice (I used peanut butter cups)
Saltines
Thursday, December 15, 2011
omg!!! what a brilliant idea
I stumbled across this today while looking up the word "street worthy". So amazing what you can find without trying.
I have quite a few suitcases and think this is an absolutely brilliant idea!! Repurpose them into boom boxes. Solar boom boxes that connect to your ipod!! They have even more bells and whistles. You can read an article about them here or check out their website theboomcase.com.
And they let you customize them. I'm really drawn to this one. It has so much character.
And they let you customize them. I'm really drawn to this one. It has so much character.
Even lunch boxes.Something for everyone... big and small =)
Sunday, December 11, 2011
this is a long good story
You might recall that I have been scheming to find a little girl to model some kid leg warmers. Well, yesterday, I needed to go to South Lake because Made in Lake Tahoe (the store wear I have my handmade goods on consignment) is moving to a new location. Since I was going to 'town' anyway, and it was a weekend (perfect for kids not being in school), I figured I better make my move. I called a friend who doesn't have a child of her own but has a little girl next door that likes to come over and hang out with the girls. She came over before our V-Day practice last spring and even joined us for the fun clothing swap this fall. But, besides that, she was actually one of the students I taught art to last spring! Well, my friend was out of town, but she thought it was a great idea. The only thing, the little girl's parents only speak Spanish and I don't know Spanish. Oh, and she didn't have their number so I would just have to go knock on their door. Alright, I can handle that, I think. I loaded up my tripod and such and headed to South Lake.
After I packed up and moved my things to the new location (in the Raley's Center between Savvy and Hot Cha Cha's) it was already after 3pm. As I headed out of the parking lot, I thought to myself... oh it's getting late, maybe I should just go home. See normally at home it's too dark by 4pm to take pictures. I figured by the time I got to her house, asked her, it was translated to her parents, they actually agreed, we'd pick out an outfit or two, found a good spot to take the pictures, it might be too late. I made a split decision and turned toward her house. I honestly don't even know my friends address, but I found what I believed to be her house... again she wasn't home. I parked. I got out. I started walking toward the house. I started to wonder if this was even her house. Who lived here and how was I going to communicate with the person who answers the door? I started to get cold feet and paused for a moment on the porch. You know, I vaguely remember backing away even. Then I just said, screw it, and knocked on the door. To my delight, I saw a familiar face peak out at me threw the window and smile a smile of recognition. She came to the door and I did my best to explain to her what I was wanting to do. As she went back in to ask her mother, I got my things from the car. I waited on the porch, thinking she would come back out once it was discussed. I have no idea what she said to her mother, but when I finally knocked again, I was welcomed into their home. She had already thrown on a pair of tights and was soon heading to the front yard to shoot. Yay, this thing is happening!
My camera battery is so old and it hates the cold so I was worried that it would die and waste my one chance. Well, it did show low, but we managed to photograph 4 legwarmers and a headband at lightning speed. I was there for just over 30 minutes. I could not have asked for a better outcome. I should also mention, she is a sweetheart and total cutie. Thank you, Jasmine!
Your reward for making it through all of that is to see the cutest picture! I am so in love with this picture right now. She was ok with me posting the pictures on the internet, but decided it was best not to show her face. Leg warmers were easy, but the headband was a little tricky. We came up with an adorable solution. Here ya go!
So now I have kid items in the shop and a few more to come.
After I packed up and moved my things to the new location (in the Raley's Center between Savvy and Hot Cha Cha's) it was already after 3pm. As I headed out of the parking lot, I thought to myself... oh it's getting late, maybe I should just go home. See normally at home it's too dark by 4pm to take pictures. I figured by the time I got to her house, asked her, it was translated to her parents, they actually agreed, we'd pick out an outfit or two, found a good spot to take the pictures, it might be too late. I made a split decision and turned toward her house. I honestly don't even know my friends address, but I found what I believed to be her house... again she wasn't home. I parked. I got out. I started walking toward the house. I started to wonder if this was even her house. Who lived here and how was I going to communicate with the person who answers the door? I started to get cold feet and paused for a moment on the porch. You know, I vaguely remember backing away even. Then I just said, screw it, and knocked on the door. To my delight, I saw a familiar face peak out at me threw the window and smile a smile of recognition. She came to the door and I did my best to explain to her what I was wanting to do. As she went back in to ask her mother, I got my things from the car. I waited on the porch, thinking she would come back out once it was discussed. I have no idea what she said to her mother, but when I finally knocked again, I was welcomed into their home. She had already thrown on a pair of tights and was soon heading to the front yard to shoot. Yay, this thing is happening!
My camera battery is so old and it hates the cold so I was worried that it would die and waste my one chance. Well, it did show low, but we managed to photograph 4 legwarmers and a headband at lightning speed. I was there for just over 30 minutes. I could not have asked for a better outcome. I should also mention, she is a sweetheart and total cutie. Thank you, Jasmine!
Your reward for making it through all of that is to see the cutest picture! I am so in love with this picture right now. She was ok with me posting the pictures on the internet, but decided it was best not to show her face. Leg warmers were easy, but the headband was a little tricky. We came up with an adorable solution. Here ya go!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
handy(wo)man tip
I just have to share this tip with the world.
A couple months ago, I was searching the internet high and low for the best "clean up" for epoxy. The best answer I got was denatured alcohol. Ok, then I had to research what denatured alcohol is. My understanding is that rubbing alcohol is a denatured alcohol so I gave it a shot. And yes, it works.
So I was using it. I really get into a project and often just use my bare fingers to wipe up (etc) and get it all over myself. Not that this is a good idea, but it's the truth. I wasn't nicknamed messe jesse for nothin'. =)
Anyways, I really don't enjoy dousing myself with alcohol. It's super drying to the skin and smells awful. There's probably even more reasons, but those are my top two. Soooo, I got a brilliant idea and reached for my trusty Dr. Bronners. And what do you know, that stuff does do everything!!! It lathered up all nice and took that nasty epoxy right off my skin. Man, I love Dr Bronners soap.
In short: Dr Bronner's soap cleans up excess epoxy.
A couple months ago, I was searching the internet high and low for the best "clean up" for epoxy. The best answer I got was denatured alcohol. Ok, then I had to research what denatured alcohol is. My understanding is that rubbing alcohol is a denatured alcohol so I gave it a shot. And yes, it works.
So I was using it. I really get into a project and often just use my bare fingers to wipe up (etc) and get it all over myself. Not that this is a good idea, but it's the truth. I wasn't nicknamed messe jesse for nothin'. =)
Anyways, I really don't enjoy dousing myself with alcohol. It's super drying to the skin and smells awful. There's probably even more reasons, but those are my top two. Soooo, I got a brilliant idea and reached for my trusty Dr. Bronners. And what do you know, that stuff does do everything!!! It lathered up all nice and took that nasty epoxy right off my skin. Man, I love Dr Bronners soap.
In short: Dr Bronner's soap cleans up excess epoxy.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
photo of the week
I'm going through photos today and I love this one, but know I won't be able to use it.
Yes, it's me. What's new? =) And yes, this post is completely to show off my cuteness. hehe. I need to share it with someone, right?!
Story time with Spunkidoodle - Dumbo
Today, well yesterday technically, was my nephew Andrew's Birthday. I hate missing birthdays. Although I'm far away, I have created something special to hopefully create the feeling of being near by. I love you so much, Andrew! Happy Birthday.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thanksgiving pants
Yesterday, the wind slowed down long enough for me to do a Christmas photo shoot outside, and the pictures turned out really cute. So today I posted a few items and spiced up my banner. The shop has officially been christmas-fied.
I'm also working on some kid legwarmers and scheming a way to borrow some kid legs. It just doesn't seem right to photograph them not being worn.
Oh, right. Soooo, Thanksgiving pants. Yesterday, I had so many different outfits out on. I like to coordinate my outfit with the item I'm photographing and with only a small portion of my wardrobe here in Tahoe, I have to get pretty creative with the few pieces I have available. Well, in my listings, I suggest wearing them over skinny jeans, although I had never even owned a pair. So on a recent thrifting run, I happened to find a pair that fit me, I guess. You know, back in the day, "skinny jeans" just meant the jeans you wear when you are feeling skinny. Just like fat jeans are the jeans you wear when your feeling bloated or the like. I still haven't worn them for a product shot yet but I feel it's coming. I hadn't planned to really wear them in real life. But for some reason, after taking off my christmasy outfits and slipping into my real outfit for the day, I thought "Hey, why don't I wear my new skinny jeans!". I only got one leg in before sanity kicked back in. WHAT in the world was I thinking! Skinny jeans on Thanksgiving! No sir-ry. I hunted down my biggest, can't keep em up without a belt (though mr belt stayed home) pants and happily skipped off to a humungous dinner at friends.
the end
Oh, right. Soooo, Thanksgiving pants. Yesterday, I had so many different outfits out on. I like to coordinate my outfit with the item I'm photographing and with only a small portion of my wardrobe here in Tahoe, I have to get pretty creative with the few pieces I have available. Well, in my listings, I suggest wearing them over skinny jeans, although I had never even owned a pair. So on a recent thrifting run, I happened to find a pair that fit me, I guess. You know, back in the day, "skinny jeans" just meant the jeans you wear when you are feeling skinny. Just like fat jeans are the jeans you wear when your feeling bloated or the like. I still haven't worn them for a product shot yet but I feel it's coming. I hadn't planned to really wear them in real life. But for some reason, after taking off my christmasy outfits and slipping into my real outfit for the day, I thought "Hey, why don't I wear my new skinny jeans!". I only got one leg in before sanity kicked back in. WHAT in the world was I thinking! Skinny jeans on Thanksgiving! No sir-ry. I hunted down my biggest, can't keep em up without a belt (though mr belt stayed home) pants and happily skipped off to a humungous dinner at friends.
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