One of the more maddening things people say to parents of small children is some variation of, “Enjoy the moment!” “Seize the day!” “They’re small for so short a time, enjoy it while it lasts!” Now, I’m generally a polite person, so I usually say something along the lines of “okay!” or “yeah, I’m doing … More Starting to Understand
In all the world, I don’t think there is anything a human can craft with hands – well, at least that I can craft with hands – more beautiful than a lace shawl while it is being blocked. Evenstar is done. My pace accelerated as I got closer I got to the finish line, and I did … More Out of Dunland
Today we’ve been here for three months. But it feels longer, since we’ve gone from late summer to what is definitely early winter. It isn’t that cold yet, at least not all the time. On very mild days, like today (high of -6 C) I was downright hot walking to the library and back! But we’ve had … More This Week in Red Wool
Almost three years ago, in January of 2013, I started knitting through Knitting on the Road by Nancy Bush. When I cast on that first pair of socks, called “Canada,” I was living in Ambridge, 7 months pregnant with my first baby. Back then, blazing through a pair of socks a month was no big deal. I … More Knitting on the Road
It took two and a half months, but I’m finally finished with “Conwy” – the final pair of socks from Knitting on the Road by Nancy Bush. Yarn review: Oh, Ranco! I bought this yarn Long Ago and Far Away, at a yarn shop on Cape Cod, if I remember correctly. Back when Jared and I … More A Conweight is Lifted
My body decided that our day off was a great day to come down with a sinus infections, I am taking a merciful break on the couch while Jared takes the girls off to a playground. It’s -17 and windy, but it’s sunny, so it’s time to play! The October Gloom has finally dissipated, and … More A Few Words for a Big Land
Remember when I was gluten-free? Remember when I was making bread by hand, after hand-sprouting, dehydrating, and hand-grinding my own flower? Ha. No more. That is like, the opposite of now. Between a kitchen with actual counter space, and the price of bread, I have embraced the long-scorned bread machine. (Indeed, I briefly had two.) Now … More In my Kitchen: latter September (part 2)
The fact that I posted that last essay, that I was so obviously displeased with, instead of just deleting it, is evidence itself of how bad I am at letting my “mandalas” blow away. Oh well. I’m going to make it even worse. I’m about to show you lousy pictures of my food. During a down week … More In my Kitchen: latter September (part 1)
My knitting has slowed to a snail’s pace. We’ve been here a month and a half, and I’ve got one measly sock to show for it. This is not surprising. When would I knit? We don’t commute anymore. My spare time is spent writing sermons or planning things. My evenings are spent working, or drinking … More Mandalas in the Wind
We’ve been living in Iqaluit for over three weeks now. Is it really only three weeks? It feels a lot longer. It already feels like home. Like we just live here. Even though, at the same time, we’ve only started to scratch the surface of what we’ll actually be doing here. There are moments when that … More Finishing and Starting
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