A Thursday List

1. OMG I’ve been surfing the blog-sphere and I’ve found something amazing. I kind of want to try it. Kind of. I found it from a post on the lululemon blog, which then linked me to the real blog that they featured in the post (confused yet?). The blog is called 12 Months of Lent and its all about goal setting… With a twist. The writer picks something she’s always wanted to try/do/improve, and dedicates a month to it. Some of her challenges are fun, some are not. I’ve been reading through the blog and it’s addicting!

2. Writing: I’ve got 3 chapters done on each book I’ve been working on. I discovered that if I sit down at the computer and think about writing a chapter instead of writing a book, the words come to me a lot better. I also print each chapter after I finish it, so I can watch the pages physically stack up. It’s like watching your knitting grow; I just can’t wait to keep writing so I can watch it get bigger! Inspiration comes in the strangest forms!

I had this quote on my wall in sticky notes all year. Read it. Live it. (And for me, that means write it.)

3. Happiness. I’ve definitely had a great life. I would say a fantastic life. I’ve been given lots of opportunities, and my family is very close. That said, I’ve definitely had a battle with happiness. Over the past year, I’ve come to terms with an event that occurred thirteen years ago. It was traumatizing, and it was a huge struggle to overcome it. That’s why I’m going to write a series of essays or a book or an article or SOMETHING to celebrate my “getting over” this event. I’m really proud of myself, but I would love to share my experiences so people in similar situations realize that they always have somewhere to turn. I don’t know how/where I’ll publish it, if I even do, I just think that happiness is so undervalued and yet so necessary. And I want people to be able to overcome whatever is holding them back… Can you tell that this is still a very nebulous idea in my head?

4. Knitting. What’s knitting? Oh yeah, that thing that this blog is supposed to be about… Right…

5. My sister. I’ve mentioned offhandedly a few times how my little sister is severely disabled. She had surgery in April to repair hip dysplasia (dogs get it often… it’s similar to dislocation but I’m a little fuzzy on the exact details). Since she has limited walking ability in the first place, we were concerned that she would never be able to walk again. Yesterday, with the help of her walker, she made it the entire length of my house! It made me smile so much, I thought I would share.

I don’t live here (just erase the mountain and then its about accurate), but the weather is the same where I’m from. Get outside people, the sunshine will make you smile.

6. In light of #1, there are so many things I want to accomplish this month! I’m going to make a goal list for the summer, right now. But I want to try making someone smile each day. I want to write at least 50 words every single day. I want to train for my half marathon. It’s all too much. Time for some prioritizing.

Peace & love.


This morning I woke up extra early to ride Domino. We were working by 6:30, jumping and everything. She did very well today, and I was giving her a walk break when I saw commotion at the bird’s nest near my sand ring. We had some killdeers lay their eggs right beside my sand ring, amongst the gravel. After weeks of carefully avoiding the nest and being attacked by the mother bird, the eggs have finally hatched! I stopped Domino and watched as three chicks popped out from beneath Momma Bird. I went to the nest to check on the last egg when the babies were off running around… The fourth egg hatched, but I believe the baby died. None-the-less, the mother maintains her position, sitting on the baby, and squawking loudly when anyone gets too close.

What is this blog supposed to be about? Oh right. Knitting. About that…

Actually, I do have a few more photos for you today. I was cleaning out my grandmother’s sewing supplies and I found some cool stuff. First, a basket to hold all of my knitting that just needs the ends weaving in. It’s from Jamaica; very cool.

And inside the basket, a needle and a pair of her old sewing scissors (as well as a pair of socks for my sister… I used leftover yarn, there are so many ends to weave in!)

I also found something else that is rather curious…

This thing is tiny, about the size of a coin (but obviously much thicker). Guess what it is!

That’s right folks, its a tape measure! Cool, isn’t it?

Now, speaking earlier of babies… Did you know that you can never have enough baby hats? I knit them constantly out of my leftover bits of yarn, and donate them to my local women’s shelter! Its a great way to give back to your community and use up extra yarn in the process. Here they are, I have already donated lots, and there are always more on the needles…

As you can see, I have a wide variety. Some of my more creative ones have already left my possession, so this is just a taste.

I’m interested to know… What do you do with your leftover yarn?

She will be loved

When you make someone a knitted item, you assume it will be cherished and worn with happiness for years to come.

Not in my house. After spending hours and hours of my time on knitted items for my family, I have discovered that they don’t wear them!

For instance. My mother dresses my little sister (who is disabled) and I have made her countless hat and mittens, as well as some rather consuming legwarmers. In her defense, she wears the mittens. And occasionally a hat. But she is more likely to be seen in public wearing something store bought. I mean really, I made these things, and they look better than the store bought ones! Wear them!

How about that awful beret that my mother said she just had to have. She picked the pattern and the yarn. Guess how many times she’s worn it? Twice. Once. NEVER. I have never seen her wear it. What the heck?!?

My dad has a hat that he wore once, on Christmas Day a few years ago, and that’s only because he opened it that day.

My brother has a great matching hat and mitts set, as well as a scarf, and they are packed away in a closet somewhere.

I give up. Forevermore, this family will recieve no knitted gifts. They are underappreciated.

Except maybe socks. You can’t say no to socks.