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A Jolly Holiday

This is day 14 in my 31 Days series on sustainable dwelling. For an introduction and more posts, head here!

Yesterday was Butterfly Day. Don't worry, you won't have heard about it - when I was about 8 or 9, I decided that on the second Tuesday of October, you should have a picnic lunch, go on a hike to watch for migrating butterflies (we lived on the monarchs' migration route), and have off school (I was homeschooled - and the last point was the primary point of the holiday). But Mum agreed - and then continued to observe it every year (she still does).

So I got to celebrate the 15th annual Butterfly Day this year with Brooklyn and Tobin. We didn't end up being able to go to the park (part of my original plan), but we stopped by Dempsey Bakery for cookies and lunch, and spent some time butterfly-watching from the balcony, instead.

I love having a family holiday. Not that there aren't plenty of random Days through out the year (days for celebrating foods, pastimes, hobbies, fictional characters... I used to observe Bilbo's birthday - until I met Adam, whose birthday is also September 22, and stopped out of deference to him), but there's something fun about having a "Calvin-ball"esque day that can be tailored to the needs and preferences of us, in the moment.

It originally involved butterfly shaped pancakes for breakfast - that's since evolved, with last year being vegan Loblolly sorbet from the Green Corner Store (it was a hot day) and this year being cookies from the local allergy-friendly bakery. Appreciate the outdoors and think fluttery thoughts are really the only set parameters. Maybe in a few years it can involve a hike at Pinnacle Mountain...

It's great having an excuse to find good trails and picnicking spots and cookie/ice cream sources, wherever we go, in preparation for Butterfly Day - because often what keeps us from exploring a new place is that we've already found the necessities and don't bother to look further. But this gives me motivation, a reason, and a deadline for exploration, whether that's in a totally new city or simply because I'd like to do something different from the year before.

If you created your own family holiday, what would it be? Get creative with reasons for seeking out local businesses over familiar chains!


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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!

Pattern index:

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…