These healthy seedy muffins taste like cinnamon gum, but better.

These healthy seedy muffins taste like cinnamon gum, but better.
When we nearly missed the boat on my first holiday to an Irish island.
It turns out blogging is good for accountability. As is le weekend. After being all inspired last week, I decided it was finally time to do something about my garden.
Bluebells in May, Anjelica in June, the hedgerows in Ireland are coming into bloom. My own garden in Cork just getting going and its very inspiring to be surrounded by the wild mess of flowers on every road. What happens after inspiration? How do you make your life more beautiful and useful?
February Finished Objects: A Rowan Sweater, Hedgehog Fibres Hat, and a patchwork pillow!
Not too sweet, not quite savory. If you love blueberry muffins, this recipe will take you in a whole new direction.
Two weeks ago I finished up with knitting the last of my Christmas presents. I’m always a bit behind, which is why I only get around to knitting for myself in late winter. It’s not often you mentally calculate the list of people-to-knit-for and come up short… so! I have two months of winter left and I want to […]
Soooo since making this crazy-awesome move to Cork, where I imagined I would be free to make and bake and knit as opposed to working all the time, I have been dreaming of getting a sewing machine again. But without a car (with which to collect one from donedeal.ie) or several hundred quid to spare (for a new […]
It’s been chilly this week in Cork, and we even had a bit of snow. Not enough to cause problems but just enough to turn this little city into a wonderland. I grabbed my camera and managed to get a few shots of it swirling ’round. Once it stopped we went out for a whiskey, […]
Newflash from Cork: watch out for Roughitarianism. This new lifestyle encourages people to only eat rough food. After conducting some online research I can assert that the Roughitarian trend starts HERE. The gentleman in question explained his self-imposed dietary restrictions in front of me, at the Ballycotton stall in the English Market. It sounds.. rough. […]