A turban and a French cake

Last night, Amelia came over and we made Kouign Amann. It is a buttery caramelly cake from Brittany (a region of France known for its caramel, which its people call "dirty butter"). It took about 3 hours to rise, which drove me insane. I am most impatient.

Because I am so very practical, I wore a white sweater and a turban while baking.

Turban: 60s, vintage
Sweater, skirt: thrifted
Shoes: target

Cream puffs

Over the weekend a friend of mine from school came over and we made cream puffs. It was easier than I expected, but still very time consuming. The pastry dough was pretty easy to make. Our custard filling refused to set up until the next day, so I recommend to anyone who decides to try making cream puffs that they make the filling 4-5+ hours before they start. They turned out pretty well I think.

A few pictures:

This weekend has nearly passed by

  This weekend, I went to two garage sales, a vintage car show in Greenwood, and Capitol Hill. The Red Light and Value Village (I have my eye on a vintage cape there) had abnormally good clothing in stock. I engaged in one of my favorite childhood past times: swinging (the other two are reading and inventing imaginary worlds). I mourned the loss of my trusty point and shoot. I made a pie. I watched both "Moonrise Kingdom" and "The Prince and the Showgirl." I walked too much and indulged in too much food. I also bought too much. With clothing costing only two or three dollars, how could I resist?
A few photographs (taken with my uncle's camera as mine is broken):

Part 1: Baking

Homemade strawberry rhubarb pie: a collaborative effort

Amelia my co-baker and best friend in a customary act of pre-baking silliness.

 Part two: Brief clothing post with new Madewell full skirt (from Value Village)

Goodnight all. (It's quite apparent that I'm sleepy isn't it?)

P.S. Expect a post on Moonrise Kingdom.