Hello! My name is Alyssa. I am a, as they say, “real girl” crafter. I make stuff for my home that virtually anyone can make, no matter their crafting experience or expertise. I love practical, beautiful home décor that often does double-duty, and include the crafting mistakes I make so you can avoid making them in the future. We all mess up, so embrace it! I find inspiration in things with hefty price tags, usually followed by the famous last words, “I could make that.” I love the outdoors, live music, my sisters, and admiring strangers’ dogs from afar. Although I currently reside in Seattle, I’m a small-town girl at heart who can often be found daydreaming in front of my office computer or on the couch with my overbearingly affectionate cat, Kristoff, who, if he’s lucky, will receive a very weird-looking, hand-crafted kitten sweater sometime in the future.
I’ve sort of given up on owning plants. I can’t keep them alive, I do not understand how to do that. Doesn’t matter what type of plant it is, if it’s in my possession, it will die a slow, painful death. It’s gotten to the point where all we have are a couple aloe plants and my boyfriend insists he take care of them because he loves them. Fine by me.
My mom and stepdad moved to a beautiful new house almost a year ago. She’d had this potted tree that had made moves with her for almost twenty years, to different houses in the same state, to a house with a newly formed family, and even a house across the country. It had been in my home growing up, no matter where we lived, since I could remember. Then, she moved to this gorgeous house surrounded by nature in the middle of the woods…and it killed her plant. The dumb “softened” water at her house killed her plant. It made me so sad to hear that our beloved family tree had died.
One of the things I have the hardest time with is meal planning/prepping. I love to cook, but I also love to go out. I love food, period. If Lee or I get a hankering for something, one of us will probably say something to the effect of, “you know what sounds good…?”, and the other will probably say “oh man…that does sound good.” And then we go get it because, why not? Life is short. Usually a burger and fried pickles at our favorite burger joint down the street, often Mexican food, even more often sushi. But our waist lines started reaping the consequences of the frequent caving to cravings, and we decided it was time to make a change.
I blame my boyfriend’s adorable mother for my new found obsession with bird feeders. This will be my first spring in our new apartment, which is in a very pretty tree-covered area. Apparently, birds live in trees. Who knew. Our last apartment was on the beach and five stories up, so although I had bird feeders, the feeders rarely saw any friends. Sad. Except for the time a HUGE crow decided to land on my super tiny suet feeder and lost balance and flapped around frantically, probably trying to steal the entire thing, and causing my cat to nearly poo himself. It was quite the scene. But now, since we are on the bottom floor and have a balcony above our patio, there’s prime real estate for bird feeder hanging. Many trees, lots of hooks. Enter hundreds of DIY bird feeder ideas that I am dying to try out.
Ever since I was little I have LOVED rearranging furniture. The idea of being in a space and changing the energy of it completely, the feeling of being somewhere new just by shifting a couple things around, the creative freedom you have, the idea of never being fully committed to a layout, seemed almost magical to me when I was a kid and had really no say in the appearance of the space around me. It’s like an art…it’s one of my favorite creative outlets.
I LOVE Spring Forward. Love it. From the second I turn my clock back an hour in the winter until two in the morning the next spring, I quietly tell myself, “just a few more months and you’ll be able to soak up another hour of sunshine.” Or, you know, overcast skies or whatever. It is Seattle, after all. Working in an office all day makes the dark months especially painful, knowing that when I get home it will be just as dark as when I left for work that morning. It does, however, make me appreciate the spring, summer, and autumn months that much more. Nothing makes me happier than being able to leave my curtains open an hour longer while I make dinner and catch up on my HGTV, letting the…cloud…shine…stream in.
I waste so much money on buying my lunch at work. But it’s hard to feel motivated to make myself a tasty, healthy, “free” lunch when the bag I have to carry it to the office is a dirty old reusable shopping bag. Gross. Stop judging me, Seattleites who hang out in front of my office.