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This is a week of Things. First on the list: a water bottle. I got one just like this at the Cleveland Zoo and inadvertently destroyed it. Since it will no longer hold water I'm using it to hold change. But because my Mum is The Awesome, she found a replacement. :) Knit night at JR's (that's my knitting, the table leg, and Colleen's knitting bag in the floor). The picture's a bit blurred because I was perched on a squishy ottoman and nearly fell off backwards just as I took the picture. Oin is supposed to stay out of the kitchen - except that his concept of "out" is that one hind toe is touching the carpet. I guess it's hard to stay out when bacon's cooking... A Monarch butterfly on Mum's butterfly bush. I guess it's getting ready to fly to Mexico for the winter - I wonder if it'll make it in time for Dia de los Muertos? I've decided I should be a reviewer or a critic of some sort. Because any time I find something I like, I blog about it and tell everyone I meet that they need it (whatever it is). For example: root beer. I love root beer, but I'm incredibly picky about it. This guy was at the Bella Vista craft fair, and I must say that was the best root beer I've ever had. :d Yarns on Stage at Hand Held. I'm reasonably certain this one's Twisted Sisters... whatever it is, it's pretty sock yarn on a table with other pretty sock yarns, all in limited-edition colors that won't be made again. Give me a bottle and I'll take picture of or through it. This is Dad at the kitchen table, as viewed through the neck of (what else?) a root beer bottle. One busy week passed, and another to come. Good thing my camera survived being slammed in the truck door...


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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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Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
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In order to change your knitting, you must first change yourself. I've lost track of how many times I've said that, or how many people I've said it to. Frustrated new knitters wondering why their work is loose or tight or uneven or really anything less than perfect. But something I love about knitting is that it's a record of your inner dialogue. That swatch knit at the yarn store table with a cozy cup of coffee and a helpful (and more experienced) knitter nearby is going to be a lot more relaxed than the sweater begun a week later while sitting next to a hospital bed - just like the knitter.

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…