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You know you've got a good project when you get places early just to have time to knit a few rows in the parking lot.

Thirty One Days of Everyday Beautiful is complete and I'm free to take pictures of whatever I please (color week was hard, y'all) so let's start with knitting (my favorite!) I realized while talking to a friend that I haven't learned anything knitty in a long time (the recent commissioned intarsia vintage Christmas stocking could count, I suppose, but came after that discussion) - small persons have inhibited my ability to go to classes and gatherings, so I settled on a technique (short rows), and a pattern (Dotted Rays), and found a yarn that made me squeak on the yarn crawl a couple of weeks ago. So far it's proven delightful.

The princess and her knight at a pumpkin patch last weekend.

So much change is in the air - in a few days, my military Bear leaves on deployment and I'll be left with two Littles. Maybe a new project was a way of processing that - sand running out of a broken hourglass, never to be retrieved, a growing pile marked by ever lengthening rows.

Notes from Sunday's sermon on a model of service.

Not that there haven't been plenty of people (friends and family alike) who've offered to help, and whose help I hope to accept ("hope" because I'm too independent for my own good - I'm setting myself a goal of asking for help at least once a week. I don't doubt I'll need it that often, it's just getting myself to admit it that's the problem...)

So I've set up a soul-satisfying to-do list for the coming month; knitting (for myself and for others), a few books to read, drink down my tea stash, take more baths, form a habit of being in the Word regularly (God-incidentally, another round of #30daysofbiblelettering started Tuesday and someone I follow on Instagram posted about it)... good things and new habits that I hope will aid in my resolution to turn to the Comforter before seeking lesser comforts.

The leaves are turning and falling, and cooler temperatures are (finally) forecast for tomorrow - fall is spinning on and winter is approaching, but I plan to face it wrapped snugly in my new scarf (once finished), spirit warmed by the prayers and care of loved ones.


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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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Urban Artemis
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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…