19 of 52….I Got Nothing

It’s true.  I got (basically) nothing.

On Sunday: I finished a book.  It was good, and took far too long to read.  I think it would have been even better if I’d read it quicker.

On Monday: I worked, went for an ultrasound, watched half a movie, knit, had a brandy and went to bed.

On Tuesday:  I worked, ordered 3 charm packs in lime green and black*, along with a pattern and template, cut 1.5 inch strips for my current quilt, watched half of a different movie, knit, had a brandy, went to bed.

On Wednesday:  I worked, knit, had a brandy, went to bed.  No movie at all.

Now it’s Thursday.  Probably gonna finish one of those movies, have a brandy, and go to bed.

I’m waiting on my food sensitivity results, which are currently processing.  I’m going to guess, based on the fact that I ate a slice of pizza on Monday and did not die, that I am probably NOT sensitive to all grains and all dairy.  Based on recent symptomology, I’m thinking soy, corn, and a nut or two.  I should have some sort of answer in the next few days.  In the meantime, I have not added foods back into my eating plan.  The pizza was a one-off, born of sad, tired, despair.  I was tired from a long day, and sad because my stomach was hurting AGAIN even though I had not had any forbidden foods.  So yeah, I pretty much said “fuck it.”  And that pizza was so good.  One slice.  So good.

See, that’s it.  (Basically) Nothing.

*Yes, I have a plan for the charms, and for the finished quilt.  No, I didn’t start with fabric in my stash.  I don’t have anything I think this recipient will enjoy.

15 of 52….Assorted Thoughts

  •  I started piecing and cutting for the quilt back yesterday.  I was unsure of where I was going, so I stopped.  I have a decent idea now, so I’ll pick that back up again tonight.  Or tomorrow.  Sometime this week.  I’m going with on point charms, some pieced, some not.
  • Moving your retirement savings is a huge pain in the ass.  Forms, meetings, calls.  Bleh.  Not sure why I am bothering.  It’s not like I am saving enough to substantially alter my lifestyle later.  It’s also not enough to substantially alter my lifestyle now, and it seems like the adult thing to do, so I’m doing it.
  • Took the kids bowling yesterday, second week in a row.  They had fun, and I did, too.
  • I got nothing (else) but a blogging habit I am trying to rebuild, so here’s a post, however boring it may be.

11 of 52…How the Yankee Ladies Afford to Craft

Holy Smokes!!!!  Yesterday I found out about a thing called the Salvation Army Fabric Fair.  Here, when the SA gets craft/sewing supplies they don’t put them in the stores.  They hold them until the annual Fabric Fair, which I went to on the way to work this morning, because hello, fabric at thrift store prices.

Guys.  Whoa!  The thing is held in the National Guard Armory, doors open at 8, and there was a line when I pulled up.  And it’s not just fabric.  Yarn, knitting supplies, patterns, ribbon, buttons, yardage you can have cut from the bolt, yardage already laid out on tables, batting, needles, thread, sewing machines, templates, finished quilts, partially finished quilts, fat quarters, strips, charm packs, layer cakes, bags full of tops that have been cut but not pieced, and random sized pieces. And underneath each groaning, overladen table are more boxes filled with same for restocking!

The place was crowded, and I was trying to hurry, so I didn’t spend much time at the yarn bins, but they had some nice stuff alongside the Red Heart.

I spent forty-six bucks for all you see here.  That cream and blue plaid is wool, 2 yards x 54 inches and cost $7.  Cloak?  Ruana?  Huge piece of wool to throw around myself on Samhain?  Haven’t decided yet!

Fat quarters were seventy-five cents each.

That floral above the wool?  It’s 3 yards of cotton, far pinker than it looks in this pic, and probably destined to become a loose, flowing skirt for me for only six dollars.

There’s a log cabin ruler for three dollars, and that thing that looks like a pattern contains not only some pattern type stuff, but also three square templates, 3.5, 4.5, and 5.5 inches for four bucks.  YOWZA.

I’m probably going back before it ends on Saturday.  I still have some money left from the bowling prize I got yesterday, and I want to take my friend with me.  Because guys.  Seriously.  If you want to make beautiful things on a budget, this is a not-to-miss.  In other words, this morning was The Inaugural Annual Visit To The Salvation Army Fabric Fair.

2 of 52

There has been knitting almost every day this week, and a big push yesterday. Here’s 15 feet of Fourth Doctor Scarf, with about 300 rows to go. If I’m super productive, it will be finished when you next see it.

There has also been reading. I finished Ella Minnow Pea, and started Illusions. It’s fairly short, so I expect to finish it this week as well. I’ve got longer books in my queue, but the shorter ones give me an early feeling of accomplishment which will help keep me motivated. Also, I promised my neighbor I’d get to this one quickly and pass it on to him.

There is no visual highlight for this week, which is not to say good things didn’t happen, just that they weren’t photographable. We’re talking about the gardens, weekend getaways, and how to find good work/home/relationship balance. And we’re trying to teach three teenagers and a preteen the arts of negotiation and consensus building. Wish us luck on that!

There has also been a bit of sadness. My second cat died a couple of days ago, two months after the first one. I’m not planning to re-catify. I need to focus on training the rude out of my dog.

Test post

Because I’m thinking about blogging again after an 18plus month hiatus, so I need to check things.

21. Reading Day; Experiment Update


The schools were on a two hour delay, so after delightful morning coffee and connection, I sorted through the stacked up mail, cooked breakfast for the kids, and made another pass through the house. It was a small collection today: a bottle of perfume and a stack of clothes I had pulled out of the closet several days ago. I think I am truly at the read it up, craft it up, see if I wear it up point of the purge. It’s a nice place to be.

I spent the rest of the school day reading this bit of fluff. It was quick and fun, and it counts as a book. I am not ashamed.

Last night’s experiment was overnight oatmeal. Basically you combine equal parts steel-cut or rolled oats and milk, with whatever seasonings you like– mix it, cover it, and put it in the fridge overnight. In the morning, heat it up and viola! Breakfast. I used almond milk, a tbsp of monkfruit in the raw, a shake or two of apple pie spice. This morning, after heating, I added chopped apples and roasted pecans.

I liked it. But. I will increase the liquid just a bit. And I will not use monkfruit. It is nasty and leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I tried it in my coffee six months ago; I don’t like it in my oatmeal; I understand now why it was on clearance is in the trash can. When I want sugar, I will just use sugar. This is going to be a go-to breakfast for me. One cup of raw oatmeal and half an apple held me from 8:30 am until after 2. That’s a winner.

1. New Year, New Calendar


New Year, New Calendar, right? The word for the day is Promethean, which can mean creative, defiant, or agonizing. I am often creative, frequently defiant, and my humor usually causes agony for those around me. I guess this is as good a word as any to start the year with. BTW, none of you is surprised that I should choose this particular calendar are you?

Speaking of words, let me just give in to the hype and select a word for the year. Mine will be….joy? I almost want to say “right livelihood” but that’s two words and the end product of right livelihood is joy. Notice I did not say happiness. I haven’t confused those two words in a long time. They mean entirely different things.

I do not have a set of goals to post for this year. I’ve been busy enough that I haven’t actually set out to make the list yet. Besides, I made a list in July for my birthday and have yet to sit down and see how I am progressing. I’m making excuses, aren’t I? Oops.

Ahem. Goals. Ok, so on December 4 I wrote this: WHOA!! What just happened here? And on the 15th, this: Minus 23- Bet You Didn’t See That Coming! I think together, those two posts add up to “quit procrastinating and build the life you want to love.” That’s enough of a goal, I think. Though I should probably…oops, not should. No more should. Though it would make it easier to measure if I wrote an accurate depiction of what some of those vaguer items look like to me.

Also: one in, two out. Like with everything. As in, I bought a new cardigan today that I will most often be wearing as a shirt…and eliminated two other shirts from the closet. Same must happen for books and shoes and craft supplies and…and…and.

Oh, and this, that I have re-posted every year since I wrote it. Because every year, it is still true.

“In 2013 2016, I want to love so wide and so deep that others float peacefully in the sea of me, and so thick that when they rise to walk away, drops of it cling to their skin reminding them that I am waiting with arms and heart wide open.”

Happy New Year, Lovelies.

357/362/2015 Today I…


Got mud on my hiking boots for the first time in I can’t remember when.
Met new people.
Screamed with delight.
Laughed with joy.
Squirmed with pleasure.
Toured downtown Gettysburg.
Made a decision.
It was a damned good day.