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Entries in DIY chicken coop (2)


The Chicken Coop Build


Since my last blog post where I debuted all our new baby chicks, they have grown FAST. Incredibly fast. This has lead to Mr. Angela Daniels spending every waking moment on The Most Unnecessarily Huge Chicken Coop in History™  I'm not even going to bore you with plans and dimensions. You can Google chicken coops and find enough information to occupy your bedtime reading for weeks (literally, just ask my husband).

Long story short, we used some reclaimed stuff including a fabulous old barn door I picked up at our local school's auction. Honestly, this door probably dictated a lot of the size of the coop because I simply had to have it in the overall design. The other part of the design I was excited about was being able to use up a lot of random paint samples that have been piling up in the garage. It's always great to use something. It makes me feel I'm that much more removed from being nominated for an appearance on Hoarders.

If we ever get tired of raising chickens, I am going to clean out the coop, add a few throw pillows and list it on Airbnb. 

The Chicken Flags/Bunting

Since I work for Rit Dye, naturally, I had to add a Rit touch to our coop too. You can check out how I hand-dyed and stenciled the chicken flag/bunting via my Rit Studio at: They were WAY easy. I promise. you can use the same technique and make any theme. Crazy cat lady bunting maybe?



Here Chick, Chick, Chick

When my son was 11, he went through an intense chicken phase. We had met a woman with a gorgeous coop who was delighted that my son was interested in her chickens.  She ignored my non-verbal hints and armed him with tons of information and even a pet carrier for his future baby chicks. I kept stalling. Finally, I challenged him to read a huge book he picked out at the bookstore about backyard chickens. "Read the whole book and then convince me you know more about chickens than anyone I've ever met and I will let you get chickens," I vowed.  I never learn. Overnight, he became a chicken savant and I reneged on our deal.  Life intervened and his chicken mania abated a little and I was relieved.

Now, my daughter is 11 and she has joined the good fight. I thought having chickens at their new school would take the edge off this need for chickens at home. No. She recently came home armed with her own chicken book. She bombarded us with chicken facts. Soon, Mr. Angela Daniels was staying up late into the night reading up on every chicken coop building site he could find online. I have been outnumbered and out lasted.


May I introduce our girls? We each picked out 1 chick (and then 1 as a "spare" because we're cynical like that). We have a: Silkie ("Pearl"), a Barred Rock (her name has changed so many times but for the moment, she's "Frieda"), the so-ugly-she's-adorable Madagascar Game Fowl ("Bacon"), the timid "chicken chicken" Gold Sex Link ("Stardust") and the most adorable and full of personality Ameraucana ("Calypso").  My son is the only one of us who had researched breeds based on personality rather than looks and darned if he didn't hit the jackpot with Calypso.  What can I say, I am a little smitten with our chickens. Chicken smitten.

Mr. Angela Daniels can currently be found building the Taj Mahal of chicken coops a little too close to a neighbor's fence. I think when it's completed, it could  house a dozen or so chickens. Not gonna happen though. We'll stick to our 4 and a spare.