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Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Not much doing - I woke up sick on Wednesday :p But the weather was so gorgeous on Saturday, I couldn't resist the Farmer's Market! Besides, it's about to close for the season. Soon we'll be walking around the Square to look at Christmas lights instead of vegetables.

I really don't think the Farmer's Market would be the same without the local talent perched on every corner. These guys were pretty good, and having a grand time to boot. I also paused to listen to a stand-up bass who was producing some pretty pleasant tunes.

It may be November, but there are still sunflowers. I love their indomitable cheeriness...

Clinging to a last whiff of summer, I foolishly sniffed The Mustache's selection of Soap & Paper Factory's solid perfumes. What's not to love about bergamot, grapefruit and black pepper? It smelled good even though my nose was stuffy, which, for me, is the ultimate test.

That's the door of our new oven, with a view of Market-bought Brussels sprouts roasting inside. Our refrigerator perished a week or two ago, and they not only replaced it with a larger, better one, but also gave us a new stove (which we hadn't asked for, but badly wanted). There's a digital display that tells you the exact temperature it is as it preheats, a window in the door, multiple racks and a light inside. I realize that may not be exciting, but those are all things that our last one didn't have. I may actually start cooking now...

Sunflowers or no, the days are definitely getting consistently cooler. I realized that none of my numerous hats, scarves or coats matched each other, and Adam offered to rectify the situation by buying me yarn. The Deep Roots hat and scarf are in progress, and the pattern should be up soon. :)

Just a small something. I love the look of the marled brown yarn against the rosewood needles. This should be finished in a day or two, and then I'll start on a couple more designs that I have the yarn and inspiration for.

We're living on faith for awhile (more so than usual), but in this season of thanksgiving it's good to be reminded that God provides, not only for our wants, but also for our most basic needs. He's always been faithful to bring us more than our daily bread, and we're confident that He'll continue - but this is definitely the start of an adventure!


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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
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?
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…