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Blue and Orange

Brooklyn has been asking me to knit her a cowl for awhile, so I let her choose some yarn out of my stash (she selected a single ball of Mango Moon Cotton Ribbon that's been languishing in a box for awhile) and I designed Fabulous for her (find the pattern free on Ravelry here). She was ecstatic, and honestly carries it around lovingly more than she actually wears it, but it makes her happy and that was the goal. She also had fun photo shooting - I agreed to the pink lipstick (I'm comfortable putting Lush on her delicate little face, but not really anything else) but nixed the blue eyeshadow, and she kept checking her reflection for the rest of the day talking about how "fancy" she was.

So destashing is coming along apace! I found three partial balls of Kidsilk Haze that looked like they would play nicely together, so I used them all up in a Fauna. It was a fun knit and went more quickly than I anticipated - and, someone commented on it while I was making it, so it promptly became a gift. Perfect! Yarn out of my boxes and into someone else entirely's drawers.

Unplanned Schatzi Socks - Shannon Okey aka Knitgrrl is releasing a pattern every week this year as part of her #knitgrrl52 project (I've made several of the patterns so far, see here and here), and there is a knit along going right now. Thanks to a couple of nice days that allowed for knitting at the park, I've finished the first sock. And although socks weren't on my original list, I did use yarn that I already had, so it still counts.

Slowing me down, though in a good way, is Quill. I love Jared Flood/Brooklyn Tweed's patterns, and I deeply respect him as a designer, and I think that our minds work in a similar way - but this project is literally a mile of garter stitch (knit... knit... knit...) with very few breaks. I've been to two movies this month and really made good progress - but now I've made it to the edging. It's clever and pretty, but also a supremely inefficient way to bind off. I still have a semi ludicrous goal of finishing it by the end of the month (along with the second sock) so that I can get back to the linen tank I'd just started when this came along... but, if I want that to happen, I'd better stop writing and get back to knitting!


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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…