Wednesday, August 5, 2009


I'm tempted to wax poetic about my new Dyson vacuum cleaner. I hate vacuuming more than anything, except maybe vacuums themselves. And I never thought I'd spent over $400 on a vacuum, that's for dang sure. That kind of spendin's for rich folks. But we're getting new carpets soon, and our old vacuum was dying, in the loudest way possible. Something was profoundly broken in there, and it sounded more like a lear jet than a domestic tool. So we bit the bullet, bought the Dyson, and there you have it. I'm in love.

But enough about vacuums. There are more important things to think about. Like this gorgeous flower, not from our garden, but who cares?:

Or this denim-pocket wall-hanging craft organizer, upcycled from stuff around the house, now hanging in the office/guest room/sewing lair:

Or the notes Ms. Addie leaves around the house, like this little invitation for a movie night, to her friend Sadie:

Or, newly sewn cushions for old chairs:

Or, these wacky, off-kilter papier-mache bowls, made by the Schneider clan from a recipe in Amanda Soule's new book Handmade Home (love it, love it). Get it, and then you, too, can upcycle your brains out.

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