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I've been frantically trying to get a long list of Things accomplished in a rather short amount of time, and a few days ago I had the sudden realization that the list was almost complete, and that somehow I had time left over at the end.

One advantage to designing most of what you knit is that I can not only make a wholly unique gift, but I can also publish the pattern. This is Stashed - a harmonious rendition of yarns that had nothing in common but color.

This one was a commission - I was unsure of the color, so I chose two and made it reversible, without the bother of double knitting or any other tricksy techniques. Hence, Chameleon - changing with your mood or preference.

To celebrate the anniversary of our first "date," Adam and I went to the Mellow Mushroom on Saturday, making that the first time either of us has had pizza "out" since we went gluten-free in July. It was very good - partly because we hadn't had real pizza for 6 months, and partly because Mellow Mushroom is awesome.

We also went to see The Hobbit (part one) because that is my absolute favorite work of fiction. Adam went along because he's nice that way, and since I had also made him listen to the audio book he was reasonably excited about it. I felt that it was three hours well spent - spent sitting next to my Bear, and the movie was well-made, too.

I still have some knitting to do - a few gifts, and this pair of fingerless gloves that I needed as a photo prop for Hand Held and then, fancy that! get to keep afterwards. It's a new humanely harvested brushed mink yarn that we got in recently - and it is exceedingly soft. Everything else should be easily doable in the time I have left - so hopefully the rest of the year won't be quite so frantic.


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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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Pageturner Mitts
Hogwarts House Tie
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…