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We had an eventful (and exhausting, but in a good way) long weekend. Tobin exercised lots of patience and sweet sociability, but spent a lot of time in a carseat or the Boba so he didn't really get to do much.

Adam had Thursday through Monday off, so we were able to take him with us on our weekly library adventure (with cookies afterwards). It was nice to share it with him, and since he was there I was able to look around a little more than I've been able to up to this point and rediscovered some childhood favorites (that I shamelessly checked out for my own enjoyment).

Friday and Saturday were wholly occupied with a rehearsal and a wedding. My Mum came down to stay with Brooklyn, while Adam and Tobin accompanied me to Hot Springs (about an hour away) since I'm the Food Source and all. They went for drives and hikes and had their own adventures while I hung out with 4 other bridesmaids and the adorable bride for two days. It was gloriously exhausting, and I am so happy for Morgan and Jon - their wedding was the most Gospel demonstration I have ever had the honor to witness, and I'm confident that their life together will continue to bring Him glory.

The "Village" at Heifer International's Little Rock headquarters

Sunday and Monday were spent in recovery. Naps, church, naps, a brief amble at the park... did I mention naps? Adam, bless his dear, sweet heart, actually made me breakfast in bed on Monday morning (extroverting is a little hard on this introvert - but I was commended for my success, so it was all worth it).

Aren't they adorable? They're Baby's Britches from Leigh Radford's book One More Skein (yes, I followed someone else's pattern, for once). I had lots of knitting time, with driving to and from Hot Springs. :)

So now we have a few normal days before a seriously abnormal month (what with Federal holidays, a planned trip to Fayetteville, an off Drill weekend, work-related travel, and a Bible study I'm helping with starting at church...) There really are no ordinary days...


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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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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…