







I’m really excited about gardening this year. No, I haven’t planted my seeds yet. It got really cold all of the sudden. I want to wait until the sun is out to stay, dammit!
Anyway, thanks to Pinterest, I have discovered the blog Cottage Hill, where I also found this:
Do you know what these are? They are little seedling pots made of newspapers. Go HERE for the tutorial. YES. I need to make this. I WILL, I promise you! This year I am excited for gardening due to my four year old. Oh, she is so excited to start planting things and watching them grow. How could I spoil her joy by telling her that mommy always forgets to water the plants? Oh wait, I told her that. She told me, “that’s okay mommy, I can remind you!”
And she will, too. She’s just that kind of kid.
So I’ve REALLY been trying and practicing and trying and working at my spinning wheel like a mad woman.

I know it’s not perfect, but it is what it is: my own hand spun wool yarn. And I love it. I do indeed. It’s so satisfying to know that I finally am getting the hang of this spinning wheel, and that soon enough I’ll be able to really churn out some lovely worsted weight yarns. You’ll see-it’ll happen soon.
Meanwhile, can I tell you how utterly scattered I am? I really am. Two kids will do that to you. I wrote a list of things to do this week, so that I would not forget, and then not end up doing anything. I was so scattered with Dakota when she was born, I can’t do that again. I’ve got to really organize myself this time.
On top of everything else, this month is national poetry month and a bunch of my poetic facebook buddies are doing the 30 poems in 30 days. I think I may try.
I have so much to do this week. I’ve got some stuff to work on for my shop here, some projects to blog about, a video blog to upload, soap to make, and so much more. AND then there’s the kiddos. Can’t forget them.
So yeah. Busy mommy. But it’s good busy. You know, it’s the finally follow through with your ideas kind of busy. You know that kind of busy?
(sort of a part 2 to the one I posted last week)
she held a gun to the sky
aimed at what they held sacred
all they taught was hatred
all they taught her was to cry
meanwhile the girl with a gun
now she enters the room
war paint on, and artilery ready
she’s a tough girl
now
she held a gun to the sky
the little girl with a gun
“I’m a tough girl now” she said
she don’t need
no one
tears and pain and bloodied heart
she just left them on the table
she left it there for the dogs
to lick the wounds once she left
“I’m a tough girl now” she said
said the girl with a gun
said the little girl left for lost
she wandered through the forest
she wandered through the earth
then one day, she met a wizard
a magik man indeed
with his magic lute in hand
he cast a spell
on her
and then now, she was smitten
“I don’t have to be tough anymore…” she said
“it’s safe here” said the wizard
so she kissed him with the kiss of true love
now they’ve birthed two little fairies
this wizard
and the girl with gun



It’s supposed to be spring. I say “supposed” because it is BRICK. Brick is slang for freezing cold, and today merits such a word. I get frustrated when the weather gets this way: warm one day, freezing cold the next. It’s really really annoying, mother nature. Can you stop it, please? Thanks.
Meanwhile, I found a VERY AWESOME recycled idea this week, thanks to Apartment Therapy for the very awesome tutorial on making your own lightbulb terrarium, and to website Eco Homes, for the tute on how to hollow out a lightbulb!
I love this, so much! I can’t wait to make one with my little ones. Oh and to answer your question no I still have not planted our seeds. I will though. This weekend, I SWEAR! I will. I’m going to do it.
And about my spinning wheel, I can safely say this is my new obsession. I have been in lack of a craft obsession for a while now, so this is a good thing, I suppose.
I got some funky jewelry supplies in the mail, I may fiddle with them. But they are in the “kitsch” category, so I have to do it when my little one is asleep, lest she decide she wants all my supplies.
Later gators!
When baby Dharma naps, I take advantage of that time, and spend it with my darling Dakota. The other day, while she was watching the Mighty B on netflix, I decided to make myself a new pair of earrings. This of course, made her want to fiddle around with my jewelry supplies.

I even have a small pair of pliers that she uses.
Anyway, we each made a pair of earrings. YES, she actually made me a pair. Really. I of course attached the earring thingie, but she made them all on her own:
I wore them the whole day. And, here’s the earrings I made:

You like them? These little angel faces are made by my friend, Lisa Kettle.
On another note, I think I really want to try to cut down on the amount of sweets I eat. You know, when I was a kid my mom was REAL strict with me regarding candy and chocolate, and all that taught me was how to go to extremes. So I have a sugar problem. I want to really cut down on the amount of friggin sugar I eat. It’s too much!
The ultamite goal is to lose the baby weight. The challenge in this, is that I hate dieting. I try not to use the word hate too much, but here, it is fitting. I hate dieting. So, I’m trying to go for a more holistic approach, by cutting down on sugar and fats and such. But dammit, why does fat have to taste so good?!
So that is all for today. Oh! I think I finally got the hang of my spinning wheel. I think! It’s so much fun. Will blog more about that later.
So a couple days ago, I made some cookies with my daughter Dakota. They were AMAZING.
So, I figured it’d be nice to share my recipe with you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
I photographed my cookies. I won’t say that I’m the best at it at all-the photography I mean. But I did try.
So, when making these cookies, do me a favor, and use REAL BUTTER. Please. Butter is your friend. I promise. I use unsalted, although the difference between salted and unsalted doesn’t matter to me, not in baking anyway.
As for the chocolate chips, I always use real milk chocolate chips, and I prefer Ghiradelli brand. I don’t use Nestle. I mean, I try my hardest not to. If you want to know why, you can click here.

Chocolate Chip Hazelnut Toffee Cookies
2 1/4 cups unbleached flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 sticks (1 cup) butter
3/4 cup sugar
3/4 cup brown sugar, packed
2 tsp vanilla
2 eggs
1 bag of milk chocolate chips
1 bag toffee chips
1 bag of chopped hazelnuts
Yes, really. These are LOADED.
So, if you’ve not ever baked a lot, you basically:
(remember to preheat your oven to 375)
cream the butter together with the sugar and brown sugar. Add vanilla, and eggs. Then, add the salt and baking soda, and then finally the flour. After that, on a slow speed add in the chips, toffee and hazelnuts. You don’t have to use the the whole bag of toffee and hazelnuts, but I really love cookies that are loaded with stuff.
Drop them by tablespoon on an ungreased cookie sheet for around 9 minutes or so.
So that’s that. Those are my wondrous cookies. Don’t leave them in the oven too long, as the toffee chips can burn easily.
And that is all for today, except that I haven’t had time to film another episode of my video blog. Sorry. I will try to this weekend. If not, enjoy this tasty recipe, and I will chat with you all next week. Alright?

Story of She
she’s just a girl with gun
said the people she grew up with
she’s just a girl who rebels
she has no aim, no faith and has not our god
so they said because she left
allthe things she once held as true
all the things that proved to be
just air and non exsistence
so they proved themselves to be
full with pride and with no love
no faith at all
just an empty shell
just an emptiness inside
that’s the “faith” that she grew up with
just a hollowness within
just a hollow and a god
that they painted and made up
so she left it on the table
so she left it on the floor
bloodied fingerprints and all
now she’s naked with her own faith
and a god she made up
she makes up her own religion
and she lives among the trees
she lives now among pretty things
among the birds and flowers and fairies
she dances underneath the moonlight
she is the poet inside the cocoon
she is the hungry caterpillar
she is the maiden and mother
she is the woman that was scorned
she is the woman that was told
she could never become anything
or anyone important
all becuase she serves not their god
all because she makes her own path
she’s just a girl with a gun
so they say behind her back
all because she does not serve their god
she makes up things as she goes along
once her poems was all she had
once Sylvia and Ginsberg
were all the lovers that she needed
once that was her world
now she has a little family
and little girls that came
from the womb that she once thought
was cursed
now she has two little girls
that bear the image of her
they bear little versions of her feet
and and eyes and lips
and toes
and the beauty of it all
is that she were concieved in love
the purest love of the world
is one that never fades away
this love surpasses fame and glory
and he loves her, by the way
and he is quite faithful
and just mad enough
to understand where she’s come from
to understand her madness
to understand her tears
and her laughter
too
this is true love, by the way
this is love that lasts
this is love that is always
and never ever
fades away