Wednesday, 7 January 2026

Welcome to my valley



Tucked into the foothills of the majestic Cascade Mountains, our small town feels like a secret sanctuary. There’s a quiet here that settles into your bones — the kind of peace that only comes from being surrounded by nature’s grandeur. Mornings begin with mist rising off the water, and evenings end with skies like the one above, painted in fire and calm.

But don’t let the serenity fool you — this valley knows how to play. Summer brings endless opportunities to explore, and my personal favorite is boating. There’s nothing like gliding across the lake, sun on your face, mountains in the distance. And when winter rolls in, the town transforms into a snowy playground. Skiing down fresh powder with crisp air in your lungs? That’s magic.

Yes, I love it here. Not just for the beauty or the adventure — but for the way this place makes you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

In a world that moves a little too fast, this valley reminds me to slow down, breathe deeply, and appreciate the simple gifts right in front of me. Whether it’s the thrill of skimming across the water in summer or carving fresh tracks through winter snow, every season brings its own kind of joy.

But more than anything, it’s the feeling of belonging — of waking up each day knowing I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. This small town, nestled in the foothills of the Cascades, isn’t just where I live. It’s home. And I’m grateful for it every single day.

Update on the chicken Kitchen coming soon.

Saturday, 3 January 2026

“Cluck Yes, I’m Making a Chicken Kitchen”

 Okay, so I have to tell you my new 2026 plan because it is peak me and you’re going to roll your eyes in the best way.

I’m doing a No‑Buy Year. Like… for real. No extra spending, no “but it was on sale,” none of that. I’m cutting myself off.

And since I apparently can’t just do things normally, I’ve decided I’m turning my kitchen into a full chicken‑themed kitchen using only the stuff I already have. No buying décor, no fabric shopping, nothing. Just me, my scrap bin, and whatever patterns I’ve hoarded over the years.

I’m basically making a chicken kitchen out of thin air.

I’ve already got a whole list going — chicken potholders, chicken tea towels, chicken bunting, little stuffed chickens to sit on the shelves… honestly, if it can have a chicken on it, I’m putting a chicken on it.

It’s going to be ridiculous and adorable and very “me,” and I’m weirdly excited about it. So yeah. 2026: No buying, all chickens.

Just wait. My kitchen is about to cluck.

Thursday, 1 January 2026

🧵✨ Happy New Year from Nonie’s Paradise! ✨🧵


A fresh year means fresh fabric, fresh ideas, and endless possibilities for creativity.

In 2026, I’m dreaming of: 🎨 New projects that spark joy ✂️ Bold patterns and beautiful stitches 🪡 Crafting without fear, just fun 💛 A community that inspires and lifts each other up

Thank you for being part of this colorful little corner where imagination becomes handmade magic. Here’s to more sewing, more crafting, more laughter, and more moments that remind us why we love creating.

Let’s make 2026 AMAZING.

Monday, 29 December 2025



🧶 Well‑Loved Potholders (Scraps, Stories, and a Pattern to Share)

Some mornings, before the day really begins, I like to wander into the kitchen with a cup of coffee and take stock of the little things that make this space feel like home. The sunlight hits the counter just right, the kettle hums in the background, and hanging on their hook are my well‑loved potholders — softened, faded, and familiar in the best possible way.

They didn’t start out as anything special. Just scraps of fabric left over from bigger projects — the corner of a quilt, a bit of a tote bag, a print I loved too much to toss. But that’s the magic of scrap sewing, isn’t it? These tiny pieces, the ones we save “just in case,” somehow become the things we reach for every single day.



Over time, these potholders have taken on a life of their own. The edges have softened, the colors have mellowed, and they’ve developed that gentle, worn‑in look that only comes from years of being part of the daily rhythm. They’ve been there for the rushed weeknight dinners, the holiday baking marathons, the “let’s try this new recipe and hope for the best” moments. They’ve caught spills, cushioned hot dishes, and occasionally doubled as a coaster when I wasn’t paying attention.

And every time I pick one up, I’m reminded of the project it came from. A quilt sewn on a rainy weekend. A bag I made for a friend. A fabric I loved so much I used every last inch. It’s funny how something as simple as a potholder can hold so many tiny memories stitched into it.

There’s something comforting about sewing potholders. They’re small enough to finish in an afternoon, but still satisfying in that “I made something useful” way. They don’t ask for perfection. They don’t mind if the scraps don’t match perfectly. They’re the kind of project you can work on while your coffee cools beside you, letting your mind wander as the pieces come together.

And maybe that’s why they end up so well‑loved. They’re born from quiet moments — the kind where you’re not rushing, not overthinking, just enjoying the feel of fabric in your hands and the simple pleasure of making something.

Because I get asked about them so often, I finally decided to share the pattern I use. It’s nothing fancy — just a sturdy, scrap‑friendly design that holds up beautifully over time. The kind of pattern you’ll want to make again and again, especially once you see how quickly those leftover fabric bits turn into something useful



If you’d like to make your own stack — for your kitchen, for gifts, or just because it’s a lovely way to spend an afternoon — the pattern is available here: I have checked and the pattern is available on Etsy and Ebay.

As I look at the little stack of potholders in my kitchen — each one stitched from leftovers, softened by time, and carrying its own quiet story — I’m reminded how much joy there is in these simple, everyday makes. They don’t ask for perfection. They don’t require fancy materials. Just a few scraps, a bit of time, and the willingness to turn something small into something useful and loved.

If you’ve made potholders (or anything, really) from scraps that hold a bit of your own history, I’d love to hear about them. Maybe it was a fabric you couldn’t bear to throw away, or a project that surprised you by becoming a favorite. Feel free to share your scrap memories in the comments — it’s always such a treat to see how these little pieces find new life in someone else’s hands.

Here’s to the humble potholder, the comfort of handmade things, and the stories stitched into every scrap. I only shared my best looking ones.


Saturday, 27 December 2025

Stitching my way back


✨ Stitching My Way Back

There’s something tender about returning to a space you once loved. It feels a bit like picking up a half‑finished project — the fabric still soft, the thread waiting patiently, the idea still warm in your hands. That’s exactly how it feels to be here again.

Life pulled me in other directions for a while, and my creative energy ended up tucked away like a project I meant to finish “soon.” But the desire to make things — to sew, to experiment, to let my hands and imagination wander — never really went away. It just needed a little quiet time to breathe.

Over the past few months, I found myself drawn back to the slow, grounding rhythm of sewing. The hum of the machine. The satisfaction of a crisp seam. The joy of choosing fabric that feels like a tiny promise. And somewhere in those moments, I realized how much I missed sharing the process — the wins, the mistakes, the discoveries, the delight of turning raw materials into something meaningful.

So I’m stitching my way back.

This space is shifting into a home for all things handmade:

  • sewing projects I’m working on

  • creative experiments

  • lessons learned (sometimes the hard way)

  • the beauty of slow, intentional making

I want this blog to feel like a cozy corner where creativity is encouraged, imperfections are welcome, and inspiration can show up in small, unexpected ways.

If you’ve been here before, thank you for your patience while I found my way back to the thread. If you’re new, welcome — I’m so glad you’re here. There’s plenty of room at the table, and I can’t wait to share what’s next.

Here’s to fresh starts, soft fabrics, and the simple joy of making something with your own two hands. One stitch at a time.

Tuesday, 21 November 2023

Time to be thankful

 

I know who took the picture, grandson Shane, I know he is hiking in the Cascade mountains, exactly where I don't know.

I love that he takes pictures as he hikes.  I love that he shares the pictures, even if he's not good about telling me where he took the picture.

Thank you for all your kind words and thank you for just visiting. I know the holidays are going to be hard, I have a great support system but still the pain will be mine.

I am stopping to be thankful for all the years we were able to spend together. For all the adventures we shared.  For our children and grandchildren.  I am thankful Steve knew Christ.  I am thankful he is no longer in pain and suffering.

I know the next few days and even months are going to be hard, the kids are going to be right here with me and we will do this together.  


Monday, 21 August 2023

Fields of Gold

 


Fields of Gold in Quincy picture taken by Mike

Fiend Ericka's daughter Frankie checking out the sunflowers. 


I know, again it's been a while since I have posted anything.  Right now, the doctor wants me to start some medication just to help me over the biggest part of the hump.  Not sure how I feel about that. 

I think I was dealing with it all okay but maybe I am not as okay as I think I am. I sure lost a lot of motivation.  But then doesn't everyone go through times when they just aren't motivated?? 

Well, I wanted to share with you, where a whole lot of sunflowers grow. We do live in a wonderful area and have much to be thankful for.