Category Archives: Crafts

Are Butterflies Free at the Dollar Store?

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Butterfly Betty kindly sent me a paper sandwich parcel. I’m going to make it into something. It’s a beautiful day for MaKinG something. Got out some needle and thread. Back in a bit…

The note from Betty read: The origins of the little sandwich are so…..um…you will determine the adjective to describe….. THE DOLLAR STORE!

I found it when searching (in a mish mash pile of one of’s) for teaching aids/craft supplies/teacher pet rewards.

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Couldn’t resist picking it up. Especially for a dollar! I showed it to Dan thinking there might be an interesting photo op but we both agreed you must have it.

I just repacked it in the baggie. No interesting label or anything.

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One butterfly sandwich coming up – airborne!

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Sorry-Birds Ellen tells me she is spending too much time on her internet longboard. I’d say she is spending just the right amount of time – the clipping service is superlative. Thank you, Ellen!
Speaking of burgers, does this make-up make me look fat? 

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Does This Cheeseburger Make Me Look Crafty?

The palette of patty toppings is seemingly limitless. Beef ain’t bland, but we love to luxe it out. We get all crafty and s**t, embroidering here, crocheting there, adding bits of this and that.

The Cheese & Burger Society knows all about it. You oughta see the lilies, lace, lilacs and doilies they’ve got dangling and draping all over those dripping burgers. Spectacular! Crafty bastards, look out! Yo gabba gabba hey, you’ll be digging through your cheese drawer to trick out your grilled fancies in the blink of a briquet. So click on the  link, yo! CLICK! Exceptionally clever and charming site. I’m telling you!

And while yer at it, Eat Wisconsin Cheese, hey! It goes with everything, particularly ridiculous croqueted frocks. Holy goldyfrocks, cheeseman!

Holy crocheted-doily, Craftzine‘s done it now.

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Toast Poast Number 39 Degrees

From Along-for-the-Ride Heidi:

Whose ride she was on when she came upon this, one can only imagine. As for the embroiderer – tripping on a crafty cruise. Give me a sec to fetch my reading glasses, needle case and thimble . I’m down with that gangplank.

Embroidered Toast

The all-time worst sandwich of my life, never to be trumped, involved a beautiful loaf of bread that I DID NOT FREEZE OR REFRIGERATE because that would ruin its flavor (supposably), and a colossal mound of HANDPICKED AND HOMEMADE strawberry jam.

Toasted a slice of bread carefully, the dial set north by northwest of dark. Soupspooned the jam over the toast in an indulgent gleaming puddle, tipping the toast from side to side to give the jam its sea legs, spread from crust to crust.

Took a slow, happy, bite, toast level to minimize drips, and BlEh-aCk-EEch-iSh!, scrunchy-up face, spit, gasp, scrape tongue, teeth, lips. Mold maliciously lurked in that toast. Sad face. Gargled with Round Up. Still pulling bits of sporangia out of my teeth.