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Keeping Fayetteville Funky

Which is a clever slogan intended (cryptically) to promote local businesses. And I'm all for that :)

I stopped in to see lovely Molly at Grey Dog Boutique yesterday. I met her 8 years ago when we took the same learn-to-knit class at Hand Held, then again 3 years later when she came back to Hand Held for a refresher course and I, as a shop employee, retaught her. Her forte is vintage --- the boutique is in an adorable Silver Stream trailer, perched in a lot on College Ave while she works on her permanent store front, and it's stuffed full of a rotating selection of awesome vintage styles. I couldn't resist a pair of leather earrings - they're enigmatically neither leaf nor feather, and I loved that. She plans to also stock local talent once she moves into her larger space, and kindly agreed to offer some felt clutches that I made (local I am, talent is debatable). If you've never stopped in, you definitely should!

At the end of a long and slightly difficult day, I found a beautiful red envelope in our mailbox with my name on it. Inside was an even lovelier note - a thank you note. A handwritten thank you note, expressing gratitude for my help in growing their business. If I find something I like, I want it to survive and thrive - so I make sure they're my first stop when I need something, and point others in the same direction (if they go under, where will I get decent stationery?!). And I may go in tomorrow and see if they still have those cards. They're stunning!

The view from my seat at the new Arsaga's on West. I can study more easily at a coffee shop than I can at home - I think because there are less distractions. Not that there aren't random people and unpredictable music, but it's more calming than distracting, to me.

I got thoroughly exasperated with Kaona this afternoon while I was at work, so I field tripped across the street to Dark Star Visuals bead shop with an armful of yarn in quest of beads that would match. I ended up with a gold-streaked lichen green yarn and bronze beads. Maybe by the time I finish this (it's the Mohair Bias Loop - for once, I am following someone else's pattern. With modifications, of course ;) Kaona will be out of time-out.

At some point this evening I have to go walk, and I should do that sooner rather than later, before I run out of motivation. So farewell, where ever you fare, until I post again!


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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?
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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…