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Vicarious Crafting at Adult Education
For the most part, I think all people have the ability to be crafty. I mean, we all survive elementary school and figured out how to glue pasta onto things. But there is the rare individual who will wind up gluing their fingers together with a glue gun, licking the
Your Sunday: Charms, Cyclones and Retractions
Ah, March, you can be such a tease. You totally put out last weekend with your 70 degrees and above weather, then totally turn all frigid on us this weekend and say stuff like “I’m not ready for this”, ugh typical. For the real hardcore Coney enthusiasts, be one of
Creativity and Crunkness Collide with FREE Wine at Little Shop of Crafts
After brunch one day last spring, I took a sunny stroll along Amsterdam Ave. on the Upper West Side. A brightly colored shop immediately caught my eye; the window was filled with hand-painted pottery and a sandwich-board-sign promise that I, too, could create a work of art. I stepped in,
Focaccia Class at Brooklyn Kitchen Labs
Have you ever gotten someone a birthday present that you soon realize they will hate? That happened to me recently for my hubby’s birthday. I was trying to be creative and so I got him’a cooking class. Apparently, I had been trying to get him to go to a cooking
Cheap Thrills in NYC During the Spring and Summer
I might be a little high on vitamin D right now, but I’m bouncing up and down on my kitchen stool while I think about all the things I want to do in New York now that spring is almost here. (I also just got my legs waxed, so sitting
FREE Homemade Brooklyn Pop-Up Shop
I’m sure this pop-up shop trend pisses off landlords, but until this whole economy thing sorts itself out, I fully welcome new and inventive ways to use empty storefronts. I wrote last month about Kill Devil Hill in Greenpoint turning into a bakery boutique and now they’re showing you a
Learn to Make Your Own Yogurt
I grew up with a Greek step-family. Despite the many years of being in close proximity to Greeks, I am still markedly not ‘˜one of them’. I have a Papou but no grasp of the language. I drink Ouzo in Astoria but can’t shake my thing like a bellydancer. I