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Behold, the peril of spending an afternoon knitting at the park!


Besides battling arachnids (friendly ones that want to help you knit), we now know how to operate an industrial elevator...


Yes, it's blurry. Elevators meant for carrying inanimate crates of stuff don't ride very smoothly. I spotted this walking home from the grocery store...


I saw the hawk before I realized what it actually was. Can you see it? Then, the view from a lightrail train stop...


Trains are fun. I'd never taken one before, but once I got over the stop at Tower City (it's under a tall building and gave me weird mental images conjured from Fringe, Knowing, and Batman Begins) I enjoyed it. Which is good because I'll be taking one twice a week. Here's 56 West...


Located on Detroit Ave on the West side, they have great burgers and the best French fries ever. They had some sort of seasoning on them... and I'm pretty picky about my fries. The following because I have this thing for self portraits...


Here's my shadow. I'm carrying a lunch bag and a messenger bag, not wearing an oddly lumpy skirt as it appears. And finally...


The house of which I speak. We're on the second floor, with the black awnings. Which absorb heat magnificently. But we're in the back of the house where the bedrooms are most of the time anyway, so it's all good. I can't believe an entire week has passed! Only 7 more weeks to go!


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31 Days of Unraveling Designs

It's that time of year again... the 31 Days writing challenge starts today! Bloggers from all over will be writing every day of the month of October on the topic of their choosing. This will be my fourth year participating - the first year I did 7 for 31, and spent a month going through Jen Hatmaker's book 7. The second year I did 31 Days of Sustainable Dwelling, and wrote about local and fair trade living. Last year I was busy but still wanted to participate, so I went the easy route with 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful.

This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

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Hogwarts House Tie
Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
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Unfortunately, this also applies to my own knitting. For years, I was apparently unaffected by the shifts and turmoils in my own life, so I assumed that I was exempt from the rule - when the reality was, in fact, that I wasn't really experiencing any of those on anything deeper than a surface level because everything was deadened by depression. When I finally started to really…


A few years ago, I was introduced to the concept of replacing the traditional list of resolutions with a single word. It appealed to me - I am not a big list person, but I love language and words and meanings and etymology and metaphor and... ahem. Ennyhoo. I liked the idea.
I've never chosen the word. It's always presented itself to me - and last year was no different. Pacific was very insistent, even though I tried to argue with it. Pacific? What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with that?
But I accepted it, and I'm glad I did. I learned about depth and calm, about storm and nurture, about faith and adventure - and about the unstoppable ocean of God's grace, that overwhelms to fill and cleanse and bring blessings unasked.
So I'm bidding pacific a very fond farewell, and welcoming spark and whatever lessons it would like to bring. I invited it in with a copper wire punctuated with tiny lights and wrapped around my mood board, and I've got an empt…