Vixen Vodka

I’ve been feeling pretty crafty lately.  And that does not come normal to me.  One of my previous blogs was about the fact that I never really learned to cook growing up, but thanks to Pinterest, Big Oven and Food Network, I’m trying new recipes right and left (my husband doesn’t mind so much).

I also never really learned to sew.  God knows my mom tried.  She was a consummate seamstress (the insides of her garments looked as good as the outside), she even made my dad’s suits!  What???

But me being a defiant teenager, plus being left handed, negated that teaching process.  So she sent me to a sewing school.  This is what I came back with.  She was not amused.

I’ve scrapbooked.  Some.  My boys don’t have a big beautiful scrapbook of their growing up years.  I kept putting stuff in boxes labeled SCRAPBOOKING that I was going to do for them when they graduated high school.  They also wanted a tshirt quilt made out of all their sports tshirts.  Graduation was looming  and I was faced with a choice:  do a big beautiful scrapbook or a tshirt quilt?  The quilt won.  So I still have all those boxes and they have a quilt that to this day, 12 years later, they either use personally or it lines their dogs’ crates:) which I’m not mad about, I love those damn dogs!!

(My mom made me a big beautiful scrapbook for me and one day when she was particularly mad at me for being a defiant teenager she threw it at me and said, “Here!  Here’s your scrapbook I was going to surprise you with!”  So maybe that’s why I went with the quilt . . . .

I’ve crossstitched, I’ve embroidered, I’ve even made my own rosemary infused olive oil and brown sugar body scrub (with labels!) to give as gifts.  

But now comes Pinterest.  With its Sour Cream Chive Biscuits, its Hot Virginia Crab Dip, its perfect way to redo your laundry room, its pillowcase dresses to sew for Harper, its punching heart holes in dictionaries to and framing to describe the one you love, its make your own play dough for Hank (Sara would kill me!) and the inner craft goddess in me is screaming to come out!  

I have the desire, I just don’t have the time, I’m also really not Martha Stewart.  I went to Pinterest to find out how to make my own Burrata Cheese.  I left Pinterest to find a site to buy my own Burrata Cheese.

But after a session on Pinterest, I feel like I SHOULD be doing all these things.  Am I less of a mom, grandma, wife, friend because I’m not??    Oh screw it, I’m gonna make myself a Vixen cocktail and do some more Pinterest surfing and I swear I’m gonna make that old door into a desk over the holidays!!!

–LeeAnn erstwhile chef, seamstress, all around crafty person . . . sort of . . .