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Chunky monkey gnawing on his fists while impatiently waiting for me to be finished taking pictures. He's getting better at putting things in his mouth - so I've been having to watch both him and Brooklyn more closely, because she tends to share choking hazards (for example, a petrified piece of a noodle that she found who-knows-where... I promise I just vacuumed...)

She tries so hard to include him in whatever she's doing... she's been walking around with a little laundry basket on her head, and trying to put it on my head, and the other day I heard her say "Tobin hat!" and looked up to see him caged inside it. She's also been carrying around a Cabbage Patch doll and reading it books, giving it pats, and sitting it in Tobin's various seats and offering it his toys. It's adorable to watch her caricatured imitations of what she sees me doing.

Very little that didn't directly relate to one or both of them got done this week - we were stuck inside the first few days because of cold and rain, and then recovering from it for the rest of the week. I did manage to get a couple of letters written by bringing them onto the balcony with me - Tobin watched the mockingbirds getting sassy in the big tree that's right behind us, and Brooklyn walked in and out with books.

We did Walk for the Waiting on Saturday, joining the team from our church. It was nice actually knowing quite a few people this time (we had just moved to Little Rock last year, and only saw one person that we recognized). Tobin peered alertly over the edge of the Boba for the first little while and then fell asleep, and Brooklyn actually walked for part of it before agreeing to be carried. She laughed at the people stationed at intervals to cheer and encourage, and said they were "silly sauce," which is what we say when she's being silly.

We bade farewell to a too-short weekend with a walk all-four-together downtown by the river, and happened onto a sculpture garden that we didn't know existed. I scouted some good locations for shooting a couple of designs I'm currently working on, and that reignited my excitement about them. We also found a 5-and-under splash pad that I'm sure will delight Brooklyn in a month or so when it gets good and hot. It's so fun to explore our home, and discover new things!


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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


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…