Today’s post is inspired by my stop at a Crate and Barrel outlet on the way home from a bachelorette party weekend in Palm Springs. Needless to say, it was a very fun weekend with some of the most amazing women I’ve known for more than half of my life and love with all of my heart.
I always find myself wanting to buy everything at C&B, but to be able to do so at outlet prices is truly invigorating. I guess you know you’re beginning to get older when popping in to a specialty cookware store excites you more than perusing the designer clothing brand outlets. However, I can’t even give an honest comparison because we just went to Nike and the C&B outlet and decided that was enough hysteria for one day. I ended up coming home $2.50 poorer, but a green spoon rest richer! I was reminded while I was there of the cooking set I made last Christmas for my basketball team’s Secret Santa gift exchange. Kelli O, this one’s for you!
I was really glad that she had been my Secret Santa draw, because she loves all things pink and Hawaii and it just so happened that I had bought some pink Hawaiian print fabric from a trip I had taken to Oahu last summer. She’s also a girl after my own heart with her love of food and eating, so I thought these would make for a great gift.
I’m splitting my posts to cover the Potholders and Oven Mitt today, with the Cafe Apron coming next post. When I first embarked on my stitching adventures, the first sewing books I bought were One-Yard Wonders: 101 Fabulous Fabric Projects and Lotta Jansdotter Simple Sewing: Patterns and How-To for 24 Fresh and Easy Projects. I got the instructions for the potholders from One Yard Wonders, and I referenced elements from both books to create the oven mitt. I had also made a set for my boss for Christmas, so I’ll throw in photos of those as well but delve into detail next post with the Cafe Apron. I neglected to take pictures of the creation process, but here are the finished products!
I know that this is supposed to be a craft/food blog, but I must digress and relive one of the many stops from last night’s bachelorette party – the gay club. One patron scoffed at us as we made our our way inside and snootily asked why we were even there if our bride was “marrying straight”. It was then that I understood how a straight man must feel in a bar full of angry lesbians. I thought about apologizing for not being born with a sword to cross with the fellow, but refrained. We then met a straight male go-go dancer from the Czech Republic who began to chastise me for texting in the club instead of “enjoying myself”, but we were interrupted by another patron who did a hand-stand while the dancer grabbed money from the guy’s fly with his mouth. The go-go boy then proceeded to chat with my friends about the state of today’s economy so freely as if he were in a regular everyday situation, instead of wearing nothing more than a pair of boots and tiny bright red briefs surrounded by a hundred gay-and-gawking men.
At that point, I took a step back and thought to myself, “Only with Sho-Yu and Joyce could this be happening.”