Archive for March 2009

03.30.2009

Monday Cookies: Little Teapots

I’m a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, then I shout, “Sock it to me baby, let it all hang out!”
I was recently invited to a tea party in the posh Brentwood neighborhood of Los Angeles. You know, O.J.’s old [...]

03.25.2009

March Madness.

I missed my own, self-imposed project deadline Monday. Yes, I know that I skipped Monday Cookies. Bad me. My mojo took off again, and left town with my motivation and my energy. Sigh. Does this mean the end of Monday Cookies? No. It just means that at the moment, I’m struck with that odd, familiar [...]

03.15.2009

Monday Cookies: Octopus’s Garden.

I think this must be one of the silliest things I’ve ever done.
Wolf bought a gingerbread house kit over the year-end holidays but we never even opened it. The triangular box sat on a shelf in the kitchen, where occasionally we would notice it and say, “Hey, maybe we should do something with it?” But [...]

03.9.2009

Monday Cookies: Top Dawg.

I was beginning to worry in recent weeks that I was losing my mojo. Seriously. You know how it is, when all sorts of crappy stuff in your real life hangs over you and squashes your creativity. Uuuunnnnnhhhhh. Now, I could let it all get to me, but no way. As we worked to get [...]

03.6.2009

Glad the weekend’s here.

This week started off on several sweet notes: people wanted to hire me and buy some of my stuff. My oversized ego said, “Take that, recession!” But by today, things are quite different. The people who want to buy stuff I make are still on (oh, thank you!!!) but the folks who showed interest in [...]

03.2.2009

Monday Cookies: The Bare Naked Truth, Part One

The truth is…I didn’t make the time to decorate this weekend. I started everything late. Everything. From getting up to feeding the dog to getting the mail to the post office on time. Sheesh. What’s happened to me?
Several people who are near and dear to me are celebrating birthdays this month. In their honor, these [...]