Achoo! Sniffle. We all hab codes in de dnose. Last week marked the first week of school and a couple of cold viruses decided to make a bo...

I had some unexpected time this week, and was able to turn out the most part of the bustle petticoat! The pattern is the sensibly desig...

Tomorrow, Kindergarten. Farewell, babyhood, farewell. We've visited each babyhood haunt, we've hugged and kissed and looked deepl...

 "On the Grass", by Berthe Morisot, 1874. Not steampunk, but it is black and in a setting dear to a mother's hea...

Splash, sigh, tre, tre, tre, tre, sighhhhh, sing the waves on the pebbly shingle. Zzzhhhhhhhhzzzzzzz says the reel as the line...

Whee! Construction starts! Here's proof, in three pictures: Turning in hem allowances along the armscye of one front piece -- pinn...

At long last, eh? I started the embroidery in late April, and here it is, practically late July. The project started October 26, 2011. How...

La Migraine . Image courtesy Wikimedia Commons. My favorite part of this picture? The maid running to halt the little boy playing a big...

At first we thought the plant sprouting in the flower garden must be a sunflower from a seed scattered by birds. Then it grew sideways, not...

The boys pick a winner. The twins say, "We have a winner!" This morning they wrote numbers on individual slips of paper, fold...

The cleanout continues. This time it's a batch of five Simplicity patterns for 1860s wear: chemises, corsets, hoops, dresses, apron. ...

Since just two readers were interested in the maternity patterns and the embroidery kit, I felt sad just flipping a coin and only having on...

Christopher got not only a new bed, but a new, bigger room. That meant that I had to move the guest room to the smallest bedroom, and make ...

Big-boy beds to celebrate a milestone. Five years old. Phooooo. Both climb into my lap as naturally as babies; Christopher's cheeks are...

This afternoon, leaving me confined to the house by the aftermath of yet another illness, my husband and boys headed to West Liberty. Yes...

Dusk is drawing on and the sun is past the horizon, leaving rays of orange-cream pop light floating through the trees out back. The flowers...