DIY Wooden Ornaments from The Faux Martha

We’ve always kept our Christmas tree simple with colorful ball ornaments. They appease my need for simplicity, Hal’s need for color, and Kev’s need, well, he doesn’t have many needs in regards to all this hubbub. While the jingles jingle over the speakers, we decorate the whole house within a couple hours. It all comes down just as easily. There’s a lightness and a brightness to the look of it all, to the ease of it all. Of course, that stands in stark contrast to the very hard parts about this season, which is why I try to keep this side of things simple. Simple like these DIY Nordic Wooden Ornaments we added to the tree this year.  Read more

I’m short. And now I’m short and pregnant. Finding comfortable clothes when I’m not pregnant is difficult. It’s especially difficult in the winter when I have to also consider pant length or find a tailor to lop off the bottom half. (I really should learn how to hem.) Now I’m short and pregnant during the entirety of winter. I was pregnant with Hallie during the summer months, when you can skip pants for flowy, stretchy dresses and stretchy workout shorts with Kev’s big shirts. I only bought a couple of items that pregnancy. When this bump popped (and it popped fast this time around), I had nothing to wear. I proceeded to buy and return a lot of items in an effort to create a Minimal Winter Maternity Wardrobe.  Read more

It’s finally come time to start sharing the Pinch of Yum Studio design (!!). If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, you can catch up with this post from August. Design is a whole lot of talking about design, like months of it, and all of a sudden it just takes shape overnight, which is what is happening right now. As I type, the drills are drilling along to Michael Bublé and Adele in the background. The IKEA kitchen is going in. (Not by my hands, though I’ve put together my fair share of IKEA projects for the studio, a favorite pastime of mine.) I’m excited to share the final reveal next month. But before we jump straight to the finale, I’m sharing the Pinch of Yum office renderings today. (NOTE: all sources and details will be posted in the final reveal posts.) Read more

Grand Cru Apple Beer Bread from The Faux Martha

If you’ve been around since the beginning, you’ll remember when this blog was exclusively a baking blog. Eventually, my pants got tight from all the testing, because baking takes a lot of testing. And I got grumpy that my pants were tight. So, I cooled it on all the baking and turned my attention to dinnertime, which was a gaping hole at our house, that and designing our home, which made me really happy. But now that all my pants are all fitted with a stretchy elastic band and the doctor says to eat 300 extra calories a day, I’m bringing back vintage Faux Martha for a second, turning this place into a bakeshop. On the menu this week: Grand Cru Apple Beer Bread. Read more

Swig Pumpkin Cookies from The Faux Martha

How realistic are your expectations of yourself? Hmmm. Do you over plan and underdeliver? Uh-huh. Are you met with the feeling of failure when you don’t live up to your expectations? Uh-huh, yes. How many hours are allotted in your day to complete these expected tasks? Hmmm. Do your expectations exceed or fit within that given timeframe? Ugh, you got me there. 

These Swig Pumpkin Cookies were on my list to-make last year. You know, October 2018. Here we are on the last day of October 2019, after a whole lotta cookie testing, and the cookie in my head finally slid out of the oven and onto the blog. Just in time. Expectation barely met after completely underdelivering last year. Hmmmph.   Read more

Kev always says this to me. “What is now, will not always be, Mel.” “But Kev, I’m serious,” I say, “I’m never moving from this house.” I hate it when he says it. It’s like he knows me better than I know myself, like he sees something I can’t see yet. It’s like he’s trying the shake the unsteady ground I built for myself with a pile of permanent claims that might not be so permanent. The longer I’ve lived with Kev, the more space I’ve given myself to be unsure about it, sometimes, about it all. Read more

He puts his roots down in the dirt and calls it home, starting out short and nubby and ending up long and curvy, nutrient-rich and sweet. She scoops out hunks of the dirt, handfuls of sand, and calls it fun, with fingernails and fingertips as confirmation. She makes park pies from carefully picked weeds, fallen leaves, a sprinkle of grass, and a handful of dirt, stirred together with a short stick. The dirt for the long skinny carrot, well, I’d like that dirt to be organic, I decided after having Hal. The dirt and the fields and the parks Hal plays in, well, I never really thought about it until last summer while visiting Stonyfield, makers of our favorite plain whole milk yogurt. You can read more about that trip here, the trip that convinced me to cancel our synthetic fertilizer for our small patch of grass.  Read more

 
 
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