Saturday, September 10, 2016

Restorative home.

The days are so very short here. We have glimmering moments of the summer days of our youth, when the air is crisp but the sun is warm. Football days, I call them, because that's what they are and what they should be.

I'm overwhelmed by all the things I want to get done. This is a constant state of my life. I read an article about the level of stress a woman carries and its connection to her material possessions. The study asks its participants to verbally describe their home as if they were giving a tour. The number of words used to describe a cluttered home and a restorative home were noted, then compared to the cortisol levels of the women who used them. Not surprisingly, the women who had cluttered homes, or described them as such, had higher levels of the stress hormone. This makes so much sense to me.

So, I am unpossessing a great many things. I am not a person who does this easily. I started with my closet and instead of hauling it all to Goodwill, I took several of my smaller sized career pieces to a friend. It felt very hard to do at the time, but the fact that she appreciated them so much fueled my refining fire. Now I look at my closet and wonder why I didn't take more.

I am working now on my craft space and the boxes from our old house that probably should have never made the trip in the first place. It is stressful for me, but I had this realization that the craft space would be so much more lean if I would just DO the project that I set out to get done in the first place, instead of just hoarding the requirements. Then instead of storing yards and yards of fabric and batting and thread (and, and, and) I could store a quilt, on a rack or on a bed, and bring beauty to my home instead of clutter.

A restorative home. Yes, please. To be continued...

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Yarn Along - A giveaway!


I'm convalescing today -- and not in a knitty way -- with a bee sting between two of my knuckles and one on my wrist. Let me tell you one thing - swollen knuckles feel about as good as they look. Bad.

So I am reading and spending way too much time zapping my brains on the internet. Nevertheless, lots of yarn-y goodness is still happening. I had the opportunity to collaborate with Lisa from Happy In Dole Valley on a pattern design that uses one of my hand dyed yarns! The pattern launches today on Etsy and Ravelry AND we are hosting a giveaway with Carrie from Stolen Minutes on Instagram.

Anyone who purchases a skein of my Duplicity yarn can get Lisa's Viridescent pattern for half off. Do please check it all out! I promise you will be glad you did!

For those who are joining my from Ginny's blog, I am still reading and still loving both Last Woman Standing and Gap Creek. I like knowing how the Wyatt/Josephine story ends in this case, so I don't have to fear disappointment. With Gap Creek my anxiety that the plot will burst into theoretical flames and burn in an inferno (whoops, no spoilers intended) before becoming dead to me is ever present. Is it impossible to just like a book anymore without it having to have some heart wrenching, devastating turn? Ah. That reminds me. Almost finished with Call the Midwife {the book} and it is lovely as ever, so there. My hope in contemporary literature has been restored. Almost.