Posted on January 03 2019One of my goals for 2019 is to offer you all a free downloadable wallpaper calendar. Enjoy :) - if i can figure out how to size them for other devices i will start to include those as well
Posted on January 02 2019
HAPPY NEW YEAR! WELCOME BACK EVERYONE! I hope that everyone had an amazing holiday season and that we have all entered into 2019 energized with new goals! I have been meditating on my new goals for a while now but they're all kind of just floating in my head but I haven't had a chance to sit still and really formalize them and put them on paper. Rather than my normal, eat right, excercise more standard resolutions I think I've decided to try a new approach. I found this awesome post on lavendaire.com (image posted below) about self discovery and I'm going to sit with it for a few days and really reflect on what I want 2019 to be about.
One thing has been weighing on my mind a lot though. I want 2019 to be the year I merge the inner me and the outer me into one person. Do you know what I mean? You know how you have parts of yourself that you hide from the world for all sorts of reasons? Well I don't want to do that anymore. I've been thinking about it and I've decided that having two separate selves has allowed me to cop out in lots of little ways either from fear or just plain, old, laziness. In any case, I've decided that if the goal is to live as authentically as possible, I, personally, can't do it with two selves.
Posted on December 19 2018
Welcome back everyone! Here is where we stand right now:
It's 12:22 AM on December 19th, 2018, with six days to go until Christmas and I've made nary a dent in my to do pile. I've also started using words like 'nary'. Whether I want to admit it or not, I've already started mentally scrolling through the list of to do’s to find the projects that might be negotiable while trying to calculate how many hours I actually have to sleep over the next week or so. Unfortunately for me, it’s more than I’d like.
If you guys read the blog post from last week you know that I started an advent calendar for Ashley and my friend, Ana, which is a short story that I send a part of every day during the month. This project has become my primary point of concern but while I love the story I grossly underestimated the amount of time it would take me to write. Why I thought this would be a good December project, I have no idea. I needed to do this in a month where absolutely nothing else is going on even though I’m not entirely sure what month that is. The other day I briefly toyed with the idea of moving Christmas up ten days and finishing the story with a quick “and they all lived happily ever after” but Ana quickly put her heel right in that. Both Ashley and Ana say they love the story and really think I’m onto something publish worthy but I’m still over here thinking, “nah, you’re just saying that because you love me.” Imposter syndrome is a real thing guys. I wouldn’t believe that anyone reads this blog if you all didn’t come up and tell me at shows that you do. Even then, I’m a little sceptical.
Regardless of the chaos, December is my favourite maker time. I think it has to do with the fact that as a season we’re all making things as a collective. A lot of people will remark at the consumerism and, yeah, I will agree we definitely need to do better about spending excessively and unnecessarily, accumulating things we don’t need and encouraging other people to do the same thing. I definitely know that I spend a lot of time around now thinking about presents and hoping that the gifts that I’ve chosen are an adequate representation of my love and affection. It’s usually followed by a last-minute shopping spree while thinking, “I really love you more than this, please believe meeee!!!”
Posted on December 12 2018
Welcome back everyone! Here is December as we stand: Christmas is 13 days away and so far my major achievement is cleaning down the craft table and stacking the Christmas craft projects in the corner for completion. In my head 13 days is plenty of time however I am wondering when I’m going to realise I’m running late. I recently saw a meme on Instagram that said the fact that I procrastinate and still get the job done is the reason I still procrastinate and I’ve never related to anything more. Though in fairness to me, if you had seen my craft table a week you might say that I’ve achieved a minor miracle.
If you guys read my blogpost from last week you know that I had a birthday over the weekend and no, even after that, I still don’t feel like a proper grown up. Evidence of this: I spent an hour the other day decorating my Christmas to do list with foam stickers. Ashley, John and the girls came for a surprise birthday visit which totally made my day. Honestly, my favourite moments from this weekend were Ash and I sitting in my Queen Anne chairs as the sun was just making itself known for the day, with all three of my Christmas trees twinkling in the background both of us knitting our Annie Haas test knits. That and my eldest niece asking me for a pussy hat. I had just one left over from our charity event last year and when she laid claim to it, I couldn’t have been more charmed.
Posted on December 05 2018
Welcome to December 5th everyone! I only mention the date due to its proximity to my birthday. Can you guys believe that I'm going to be 38 this week? That's outrageous! Last night I was talking to one of my life long best friends and I asked her if it wasn't outrageous that we had been friends for almost thirty years and she could hardly believe it either. I remember being a teenager and seeing people who had been friends for thirty years on tv and in movies and they were always old. Katherine and I are not old. I say this while sitting on my couch nursing a bum knee and some other moderately damaged bits. Katherine still looks as young and beautiful as she did when we were nineteen.
I keep waiting to feel what I think 38 should feel like (and, for that matter, all of the other years below it) and it just never happens. When I try to assess how old I actually feel I have to say seventeen, eighteen tops. I feel like an eighteen-year-old with all of the best parts of being 38, like having my own craft room and unfettered access to my tv remote control. Though all of these things being said, I wouldn't mind having my eighteen-year-old boobs back. With the benefit of hindsight, I realize that I never took proper advantage of those. I have, occasionally, joked that instead of a university degree, I could have used the assets I already had to marry well and live happily ever after, but my little feminist heart could never have let that happen. Nevermind that I would probably have to share the remote control so maybe I wouldn't be better off.