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Calm Before the Storm

'Twas a (relatively) relaxing week preceding a very busy one.
The Jimmy John's delivery guy was waiting for an opening in traffic that would allow him to swoosh smoothly onto the trail (it worked - spectacularly). Also - he has drink pockets on the back of his shirt. That is completely awesome.
The UofA Students in Free Enterprise raised money for a good cause by doing our work for us. All we had to do was run the register and tell them (repeatedly) not to touch food with their bare hands. And laugh. We did that a lot too.
I understand why there are Army boots slung over the power lines just outside military bases. On the same logic, might these running shoes at the end of a trail be so placed because their wearer had just won (or at least completed, which is a feat in itself) a marathon? I choose to believe so.
Adam stretching canvas over a frame he built for Kara. Stephen commissioned her to do a painting for his new office at UBC --- I had no idea that carpentry/manual labour were involved in painting. 'Twas a fascinating process to watch.
My playing piece of choice for Star Trek Monopoly was a Vulcan harp. I outlasted the phaser, but was bested by both the transporter and the captain's chair. (I realize this is the second Spock reference I've had on here in two weeks - in defense of my comparative normalcy, the board game didn't belong to me, nor did I select it ;)
Off-roading on a hike. There was a perfectly lovely marked paved trail 15 feet behind me - but I was lured by the siren call of a rushing stream (the sight of a beautiful but rather large water moccasin sent me back to the path - I like snakes, but prefer to avoid interaction with venomous ones).
And finally, a soothing sentiment to begin a busy week. Right now I'm in a packing frenzy, getting ready to head for Atlanta on Tuesday to help Fine Points and Claudia Handpaints with their booth at Stitches South. Should be an adventure!


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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
Strange Jacket


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?
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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…