I’m married to a devout reader. My husband is the type of reader who has multiple books going at the same time, gets nervous when he doesn’t have one waiting in the wings, and always reads before he falls asleep (on top of any other reading time he can squeeze[Read more]
With so much of my creative energy going toward crafts and preparation for the Maker Faire later this month, I’ve found myself at a loss for words. It’s disconcerting, having so much I want to share, but the stories just won’t come. It’s a little like the feeling I have[Read more]
When I was old enough to have a school locker, they were used to hold books. Maybe a photo or two, held on with magnets or Scotch tape. And we had to walk uphill, in the snow, everyday, just to reach our locker, so no one spent much time decorating[Read more]
Garbage. Junk. Scrap. Trash.Most of the time we misuse those words, associating “garbage” with things that are distasteful or beyond use. In reality, garbage is just something we deem no longer useful or wanted and, as a result, we throw it out. But, not all garbage belongs in a garbage[Read more]
The countdown to the Louisville Mini Maker Faire is prompting even more makery than usual in the Bradley household. At this point, it’s as much about the displays and set-up as it is about the makery we’ll be displaying. For example, last week, a friend shared a pic of a[Read more]
Well, after much denial and countless attempts at ignoring the warning signs, I was forced to listen to my body last week when my “old football injury” reared its ugly head. My neck and upper back screamed at me for two days straight and my range of motion was almost[Read more]