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Adventure is Out There

Four weeks old! It's been a month full of discoveries - the most recent of which is that I'm boring and it's much more fun, in Brooklyn's opinion, to spend afternoons out 'n' about (rather than at home). That works for me - I'm a wanderer by nature, so we can wander together.

See? Boooring.

So this morning we went to the Farmer's Market, where there were many interesting things to see and hear, and also a very large dog who barked very loudly, which was slightly traumatic so we had to go in Handheld to look at the pretty colors and recover. (Being generally admired greatly speeds the recovery process - and she's adorable and she knows it ;)

As long as there is something interesting to look at, she'll let me knit. This is the beginning of a linen tank - I've just started the stripes and they're as subtle as I was hoping they would be. I'm doing 3 rounds of the solid and 2 rounds of the multi, and skewing the fabric down the center so that they won't just go straight across (knitting is so amazing...)

Artosphere, complete! My journey to accept beauty in all of its forms produced a lovely product - 60000 stitches felted into a soft fabric and all of the lumpiness that comes with knitting laceweight on biggish needles washed away. The meticulously knitted original had more imperfections than the finished piece after it had been subjected to heat, cold, and watery agitation with one of my Dad's Army uniforms... perhaps the greatest beauty is to be found in the things that we loosen our controlling grip on?

Because I have to have a green project going at all times, the next thing I'm plotting (for Brooklyn) is a tiny cardigan to go with this dress that a couple of knitting friends gave her. The Koigu is out of my stash - I dug out all my greens to find one that matched the dress, and ended up having to make a choice between three different yarns (can't tell what my favorite color is, oh, no.) I don't have a concrete idea of how I'm going to do it yet, but I think it will have ruffles on the cuffs... we shall see.


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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
Strange Jacket


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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?
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…