Shameless Promo #2: Brandied Apple Butter

12020033_10207959028273210_4932648787130426837_n Good morning!  Cup of coffee in hand and off we go.  Bleary eyed and half asleep, I’m still capable of a little shameless self promotion at 7:30 in the morning. I’m not sure once I am a little more awake, that I’ll be proud of myself because I was able to wrench myself out of bed a few extra minutes early or slightly ashamed of tooting my own horn on the interwebs for everyone to see.

Either way…. this post…. worth it.

Brandied Apple Butter

I can’t seem to keep this one in stock.  I’ve got an extra big batch for this Sunday.  Bring your cash, credit cards, or just a lot of breakfast tacos to pick up this rich, caramelly-sweet goodness in a jar!  Perfect for fall, actually, it’s just perfect anytime, if I do say so myself.

Shameless Promo #1: Cranberry Conserves

I like to think of this as a little teaser!  Not only a brain teaser for me, seeing as it is 7 am and well before my morning coffee, but for ya’ll to get a little sneak peek for the goodies I will have this Sunday.

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Thanksgiving is not too far away!  Now, I’m not one to celebrate Turkey Day all that often.  It usually means hectic travel, relatives, and the guilt of stuffing myself, but this year, I’m putting that aside and have created some Cranberry Conserves for the occasion.

For the more traditionalists, I have an Orange Cranberry Sauce that is slightly tart and tangy.  For the more adventurous palette, or maybe just the Texans, I’ve canned up a Jalapeno Cranberry Sauce, sweet with a mild spicy finish.

If there are any jars left over after the event, shipping will be available.

Nevermind the Seesaw: Playgrounds and Parties

POST ACL POSTERIt’s funny how my last post was all about finding balance between life and work. Some time has passed and I haven’t seem to have found it. I mean, I haven’t been going back and forth: teetering on one side and returning to the other. I’ve just gone ahead and broke the damn seesaw.  There’s no guilt though.  In fact, I find myself building a better seesaw, a new jungle gym, revamping the slide and swing set.  I’m so propelled by staying busy, building, working, that I haven’t even taken the time to notice: I’ve built a whole new playground.

Yes, I’m working non-stop.  I, for once, have money in my bank account to show for it, although not much.  I’m traveling. I’m crafting. I’m canning. I’m playing music.  I’m doing it all and it feels so satisfying, but this Sunday, I am taking the time to notice all of it coming together.

This Sunday, I am hosting a craft fair meets music event.  Crafts by yours truly will be available, so I can hopefully reap the benefits of all the crafty things I’ve made (but haven’t been blogging about), baked goods, henna, other art, and jewelry.  I will be posting, hopefully, everyday leading up to the event about goodies I will be selling, and of course, sharing pictures afterwards!

If you’re in Austin, go ahead and check out the Facebook Event with more details: Post ACL Patio Party Event.

Finding Balance

I’ve been sitting at my computer for the last thirty minutes surfing the internet, Facebook, Pinterest, etc.

“Geez, there is something I need to be doing right now, but I can’t remember what it is.”

I know I have lots of work I need to do: updating menus, creating how-to guides, itineraries, checklists, blah, blah, blah.  I realize, now, thumbing through the pages of the web, that I need to take care of me.  I haven’t written something for me, you, a post in general, in weeks.  In fact, it’s been so long that I don’t really even care to check.

Don’t get me wrong, a promotion at work is always a good thing.  I’m thrilled to be working with wonderful people (I cannot stress that enough), a boss that cares about her business, employees, and that trusts me to do the right thing, and of course, a raise.  The thing that sucks me in the most is I have the opportunity to make a difference, like my furniture projects, I will leave it better than I found it.  The drawback is that I go head first with such gusto that I lose myself.

The not sleeping has started, my craft projects are collecting dust, my guitar.. ha!  I haven’t touched it since my last show.  Let me say this first: I am not complaining about work.  Nope. Not here.  What I am expressing is my disappointment with myself.  There needs to be balance: if I’m going to polish of a pint of ice cream, I need to do some yoga the next day; if I’m going to stay up late doing god knows what, I need to make sure I rest up somewhere; and if I’m going to throw myself into work 7 days a week, I need to schedule some time for me.

This initial workload will dissipate, but I can’t burn out before then.  I’ve been down this road before (flashbacks of working a 8-7/6 days a week in a windowless office, come to mind). Today marks the day that I will refocus and start balancing.  Okay, maybe not today as I am taking a break from steam cleaning the carpet in my apartment, but tomorrow.  Yes, tomorrow.  I have my music, my furniture, my embroidery, and more.  Thanks for listening and reading and your support.

Yea… I can definitely make that

34661173_095_b14It is no secret that Anthropologie is my favorite store.  I always say that Tiffany’s is to Holly Golightly as Anthropologies is to me.  It’s the place I go when I have a mean case of the reds… or when I am in need of inspiration, or I just need to window shop.

ThFullSizeRenderis last time I was at Anthropologie, I stumbled across these tasselled chimes.  Now, I am a sucker for tassels.  It’s true.  I have no shame, but put a cute little bell and I am so there. Like most things, I checked the price tag… and I decided, eh, I wasn’t quite there as I thought I was.  For the most part, I am more than capable from walking away from things, if they keep nagging, then I return.  In this instance, those little chimes kept nagging, but I did in fact refuse to give in.

This is one of the many times that I looked at something at Anthropologie and thought, “Yea, I can definitely make that.” I went to Bead It (on South Lamar) and gathered tassels and cute bells.  Fortunately for me, I stumbled across the perfect handcrafted copper bells at Mockingbird Domestic (that deserves its own blog post).  All the supplies plus an iced coffee came out to the price of one of the Anthropologie string of chimes… and, now, I have two!

Sure, they are a little bit different, but I like that mine have hemp string versus the leather and… I made it… SO THERE! These will be hanging outside my door mingled in with my antique flyer cart filled with potted plants.


From the Threshold

FullSizeRenderSpring is here and it perfumes the air. The hauntingly beautiful voice of Raina Rose fills the room from the tiny speakers of my Mac Desktop, the faint sound of milk foam popping as the bubbles settle into my coffee, the mist floating from the clouds to the treetops, the birds chirping, the humidity hanging in the air like a lovers arms that are holding you captive in bed, thankfully it’s still cool enough you don’t want to break away, just yet. A battle of the bands that seduces the senses that all seem to meet at the threshold of my apartment and the outside world.

My home is a private place.  Although, my apartment, for the most part, is always set for company, but rarely does it see any.  My front door is always open when I am home.  No one ever comes to it, but this week, maybe it was the Spring air, or time giving a little push, something changed.

My neighbor, Jack, has been feeding a stray cat for about six months.  He started out skittish, never allowing anyone near him, even Jack. I’ve tried to coax him closer to no avail.  These last few days, his little heart has softened.  Earlier this week, I was in my kitchen doing dishes and I went to my bedroom to grab something and there he was, sitting there as if to say, “Can I help you?” A couple days later, he sat on the threshold of my open front door and watched me as I tidied up my living room.  Yesterday, he came in and sat just on the inside of my door and listened to me practicing a lullaby for a gig I have next week.  He listened contently, ears perked, posture straight.  When I was finished he lowered his head, as if to nod in a approval, before he left in search of other adventures.

“Cat” has started a new trend.  Outside my door, I have an old wooden cart that holds my balcony garden.  If my door is not open, “Cat” will climb up on this cart and stand on the potted plants.  His head comes just above the window sill.  He bats on the screen with his paw until I give him notice.

It’s just a cat, but I eagerly await our next encounter.  Perhaps I am a cat lady in the making or he’s a symbol of good things to come.  Either way Spring always brings new life, new meaning, just waiting to blossom.

A Good Little Wife: Back in the Kitchen

I don’t know anyone that likes to be sick.  I think most would actually prefer to be at work or school than be home in bed.  I rarely get sick and when I do, it’s at the mercy of allergies.  This past week was one of the times I feel victim to seasonal allergies with a serving of mold allergies.  There was a stretch that I slept for 24 hours, not an exaggeration, which drove me to go to the doctor.  Something I avoid at all costs because I know it always results in antibiotics. On three, 1, 2, 3,…. UGH!

I’m on the mend, finally.  I have an urge to move around the house, cook, and get back to making things.  While I still a have limited energy, the sun has been such a driving power… and the salsa music… and the coffee, of course, the coffee.

I have my next batch of jam simmering away (details soon) but I just have to share some of my kitchen creations, as of the last few months I have felt completely uninspired in this department.

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Indian food is my favorite.  Hands down.  It’s what I consider comfort food at its best.  A world of complex flavors that warm the soul.  Saag Paneer (spinach & cheese) is my go to when I am feeling blue.  It has been tough to find a recipe that I like, but, believe it or not, I nailed one down!  Of course, I amped up the amount of ginger, garlic, and spice, but it’s a good one!   (Click here for the recipe)


IMG_1983Infused Rum

Ok, so I can’t drink at the moment due to being on antibiotics, but boy, oh boy, this one is going to be a treat once I’m in the clear to have an adult beverage!

2 cups of white rum + 1 cup pineapple + 1 tsp. red chili flakes = cocktail in 2 weeks.

I’m hoping for some sweet and spicy goodness! Just add club soda!


Juice, Juice, Juice

I really like to say that I am not a picky eater.  I was raised to eat what was put in IMG_1975front of me, because there are starving children all over the world.  Admittedly, there are a few things I just cannot stand: my grandmothers hot red sauerkraut with vinegar being at the top of that list. Raw celery, number two.  If I have the opportunity, I pass on cooking with parsley or munching on a green apple.  Feeling under the weather lately and having no appetite, I know that parsley and green apple are so good for you, so I bent my rules.

(4 Granny Smith + 1/2 bunch Parsley)/juicer = DAMN!

I’ve made this 3 times this week! That has to say something about how good it is, right?


Something New!

FullSizeRenderI’m excited to announce I have a new towel for this Saturdays Bluebonnet Bazaar.  My herb towels were such a big hit in December, so much so that I decided that I would add more to my collection.

With warmer weather here Basil and Cilantro are making their appearance at Austin farmers markets, it seems only appropriate that they do in towel form as well!

For more updates on new items follow me on Instagram @lilmisslauralee

Book of the Month 2


  While I have been relatively quiet on the blog front, I have several projects brewing.  I have also turned into a little bit of an introvert since the last few weeks in Austin, the weather is slowly morphing into … Continue reading