The Ruffle Couture Blog

Once upon a time I had a blog. It was entertainingish.  It was about new motherhood, newlywed life, losing baby weight, my adorable toddler/baby daughters, and connecting.  I thought it was great, anyway.  It might have been complete crap.  My dad  thinks I'm a talented writer and I'm sure he's not biased ;). One time I posted about a meltdown I had over my husband bringing home margarine when I asked him to pick up butter, and another about how my oldest daughter (who was 3 at the time) asking me if bananas would make her fat because I was a weight-obsessed monster who was ruining my children. It was all fine and in good fun, until my husband's co-worker's made weird remarks to him about butter (to which, he hadn't actually read the blog and was left all confused) and a woman in the grocery store said, "Honey, bananas will not make you fat!" to my daughter, in the cart, who had no recollection of the story I had posted for the world to see. I ...

This might come off as dramatic. I can live with that.  I am me and I cannot be any less me than I am.  Okay, that part is over.  Full disclosure done. A Handmade Christmas is approaching next weekend, and with every passing day, I am more and more sick about not being there.  For anyone who has not experienced THE event of the year in Southern Minnesota, let me tell you a little bit about AHC, as we like to call it.  There are anxious groups of friends in line at the front door of the Hormel Historic Home for the 4pm Friday night opening.   Those of us inside, who have been traveling, setting up all day, chugging coffees, we all have butterflies as the doors open and we wish our booth neighbors “good luck!” before we are bombarded with friendly, excited faces!  The beautiful Hormel Historic Home is lit up and decorated like a dream.  Hors Duervs are being passed, wine is being poured, and every single place you turn there are th...