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The last few weeks have been so busy I kinda missed a few days on my photography project. So here's a summary, and a New Year's resolution to do better in the days to come. This is Kiara, Jack and Lucius. I went walking at Lake Fayetteville with some friends, one of whom kindly lent me a dog to walk, since Oin's getting old and has legs too short to enjoy a 5.5 mile trail. (Also, credit where credit is due - I didn't take this picture.) Classic randomness. This is actually inside a Jimmy John's - I imagine the bike must belong to employee. It looked so perfect leaned against the brick wall. I love the moon. I love that it's a big round boring rock, that somehow manages to affect water and things on Earth, and that it reflects light. So it was totally worth it to me to stay up til 3am to watch a winter solstice eclipse. Slightly blurred, but it's hard to take a focused photo when you're laughing. This is me and mini-me, my cousin Lauren. She was here from Dallas for Christmas. Lauren, her little sister Brooke and I did manicures. Brooke chose pink sparkles, Lauren went with classic silver - and for me they chose blue and green. I suppose that's what I get for letting a 6 year old and a 9 year old pick my colors ;) Mum and I took Lauren and Brooke roller skating. Lauren and I toyed with going backwards, and Brooke was inspired to dance after watching the shuffle skaters. They're both really good, and we had a grand Sunday afternoon. I love skating - it's like flying. And finally, the photographer for the first picture, Adam, and I. He left this morning for a two week mission trip to Sri Lanka and some friends and relatives had gathered to see the team off. I guess this will be my last post for 2010 - I wonder what 2011 holds?


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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
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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…