Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Problem With Korean Instructions...

What do you call someone who speaks three languages? Trilingual. What do you call someone who speaks two languages? Bilingual. What do you call somone who speaks one language? An American.

Well, that about sums it up.

My parents spent several years living in South Korea and I always looked forward to the fun packages my mom would send me laden with Korean goodies. However some of these goodies turned out to be a bit problematic.

These felt craft kits come complete with everything needed to make a box of chocolates, a birthday cake, and little rabbits, unfortunately the direction are all in Korean. Even though I was in Korea for 3 months, the only Korean words I can muster up are "how much", "hello", "goodbye" and "mom". I feel like these words wont get me very far with these kits. I am endeavoring to make the birthday cake and just interpret the instructions the best I can.

I noticed on the directions that there was a website listed, but it was in Korean. I used Google translator to convert the page, but it only translated about 1/3 of the website. Blast.

Upon further inspection of the pattern, I noticed that there are numbers printed on the pattern, it shouildn't be that hard, right?

Friday, May 28, 2010

To everything turn, turn, turn...

Okay, okay so this is not a picture of the Byrds like the title suggests, but that is not the point. It is time for a change on this blog, it is time to write a bit more often and take more pictures of my crafty endeavors. I think this newfound zeal will help me be more creative and spend more time on my neglected crafts. So be prepared for a real post tomorrow! Yippee.

P.S. In case you're wondering about the picture, it is the Mexican version of the Partridge Family. My dad is the one on the far right, they would all later grow up and form the hugely popular band, well popular in Simi Valley, Misty Mountain. The little one in the middle would forever only play the tambourine.

Friday, May 14, 2010

The Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon:
where there is doubt, faith ;
where there is despair, hope
where there is darkness, light
where there is sadness, joy
O divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Packages, Packages!

I certainly have been receiving a lot of packages lately, a very rare but delightful thing.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


Two years ago while staying with my grandparents, my grandma gave me several unfinished sets of pillowcases that my great grandma never embroidered. When I was a teenageer my grandma taught me how to embroider and I've been doing it ever since. I have made quite a bit of progress in the last several months than I ever did in the past two years that I had them.

Here is the uncompleted one.

And the finished one.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Happy (Belated) Birthday to Me

The other day I was pleasantly surprised to find a belated birthday package waiting for me in the kitchen. This is what was inside.

My crafty second mom made me these two little owl pouches, oh she knows how I like owls. I plan on using the bigger one to keep my latest embroidery project floss and other embroidery tools inside.

Too cute, hmm? Here is her etsy
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