Better life through crafting. i think.

My friends just think I'm a nut, my family knows it.

My husband called me a chemist today. I prefer to be called a crafter. See, a chemist knows what he is doing as he experiments. A crafter does the experiment and hopes for the best. What started this was that I decided to try and make my own laundry detergent today. I found this on a frugal site (can't remember which) and thought it looked like fun. Here's what I used: 1/6th of a bar of fels naptha soap, 1/4 cup washing (not baking) soda, 1/4 cup borax. You need to grate the fels naptha soap - it practically grates itself when you use a serrated edge knife. Then add this to 3 cups of water. Cook this on low heat (if it boils, you get soap suds. I know cause i did it. told you I was a crafter.) Once the soap is dissolved in the water, add the soda and borax. Stir until mix thickens. Remove from heat. In a 1/2 gallon container, put in 2 cups hot water and add mixture to it. Stir or shake (depends on your container) and mix well. Fill up rest of the container with hot water and re-mix. Put the container away for 24 hours or until thick. Use 1/2 cup of the mix in every wash load. Haven't tried it yet. Mines still in the 24 hour sitting stage, I'll give an update later.

kinda looks like cheese, don't it?

Ok, I'll admit it. I jumped onto the "no-knead bread" bandwagon. You know what? It came out beautiful and yummy, if a bit flat. Next time, I will make it in a smaller container so it'll be taller. I used less water and added more salt due to other posts that I've read on the net about this subject.

mmmmmmmmmm!

Here's my WIP: It's the ballet camisole from Magknits. It's about halfway finished. Yeah! It takes me forever to finish a project. I only get a few minutes to work on this each day and I'm a very sllllooooowwwww knitter. Course, it is only my 2nd sweater and third knitting project ever, so at least I have some excuse. (By the way, it's never good to argue with a 1 year old. You'd think that I'd learn. He saw the ball of yarn with this project and yelled out "Bah!". I told him, no, that's not a ball, it's yarn. His response? "Bah!" Then he got mad and demanded the "Bah!", which turned into a temper tantrum over the "Bah!". So, I had to put the whole thing away and out of his eyesight. It just doesn't pay to argue.)

Here's one of my other excuses, the other is at school:

Don't you wish you had hair this fabulous?