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I've developed an aversion to "naked" envelopes - I like to give a preview of (what I hope is) the delight awaiting inside

We went to story time at the library for the first time this week. Brooklyn did better than I expected, although she was a little more chummy than convention dictates.

I love projects. It's been all I could do to keep from starting this when I got it a month ago, but I knew it would be worth waiting on.

Tobin has recently begun to be more interested in books. He'll bring one to me, "book," then sit down and pat the floor, "sit," and wait anxiously for me to read aloud.

Even with the weather getting hotter, I still have a psychological need to pair writing with a cup of tea.

2779. Tobin waking me at 4:30 - giving me plenty of time to eat breakfast and have a quiet time before
2780. the weekday prayer group at church
2781. Walking to the library all-four-together, and Brooklyn choosing a book as her prize
2782. Roadtripping to Dallas and staying with my aunt and uncle
2783. Going to yoga and dinner after with my aunt
2784. Brooklyn agreeing to sleep on two armchairs pushed together
2785. Riding the train downtown, and my uncle meeting us at the stop to walk us to
2786. the aquarium, Brooklyn feeding a baby toucan a blueberry
2787. Tobin's delight over a friendly ground owl
2788. A quiet jammy morning at home
2789. A chocolate-dipped strawberry popsicle from Le Pops
2790. An afternoon all-four-together
2791. Purple hair
2792. Taking Tobin on a Target run, while Adam caulked the buggy places
2793. Repotting succulents into citrus dip bowls
2794. Church all-four-together
2795. Tobin giving kisses
2796. Breakfast for dinner
2797. The way books and projects gather together to form a point
2798. Tiny meringue cookies
2799. A bat, flying across the moon
2800! A new pediatrician, who makes eye contact, listens, and reasons beyond the charts and curves
2801. Out-of-town friends spending the night on their way through town
2802. Writing snail mail letters


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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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Love Out Loud
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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?
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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…