tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38928186110543551542024-02-07T04:12:28.085-08:00Bling!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-50872339818708248072013-03-27T08:58:00.000-07:002013-03-27T08:58:09.181-07:00Projects: Layered Yarn<div style="text-align: justify;">
I got my hands on some mohair, so I had to try my hand at making a boucle yarn. I combed the mohair locks to use for the loops, combed lamb's wool for the core, and a merino/tencel stripe for the anchor. </div>
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Crepe is a layered yarn where the base is a regular 2 or 3-ply yarn, wrapped with another single ply. I made a 3-ply yarn with a braid of green BFL and wrapped it with <a href="http://bling-ma.blogspot.com/2013/02/whats-up-wednesday.html" target="_blank">teal lamb's wool</a>.</div>
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The challenge of engineering the twist in all the different layers makes multi-layered yarn fun to make, and I am proud to say that both yarns are balanced. </div>
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The bright white of the yarn comes from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cormo" target="_blank">Cormo</a> wool and the glitter from mulberry silk.<br />
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I have an experiment this week as well. I obtained some hemp fiber on a whim, and then got it in my hands and thought "Hmmm....How do I spin this without ending up with rope..." Some <a href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEspring07/KSspr07GS.html" target="_blank">research</a> led me to buying recycled sari silk to add to the hemp. And then I saw some yarn at my local yarn store that was a linen/silk/acrylic blend and had a very nice feel, which made me contemplate adding some sort of man made fiber into the mix. Enter another curiosity I had in my stash because I couldn't resist: corn silk, also known as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingeo" target="_blank">ingeo</a>. After I got the stuff (of course, after) I did some looking around and saw that many spinners hated the stuff. Which I can understand, I did some fondling of the fiber when I got it, and immediately put it away for "later." Just in the fiber, it seems to have the drawbacks of silk- flyaway, slippery- without any of the fantastic things that make silk worth the trouble. Despite this, I had hopes it would work well in a blend. So last night I carded equal parts of hemp, sari silk, and corn silk into a rolag and went for it. And I liked it. Setting the twist was a little nerve wracking, as hemp is supposed to be boiled to set the twist and corn silk supposedly melts at that temperature. A thirty second boil was all I dared to do.<br />
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The yarn and the fabric is fairly soft with a crispness. Only time, and my laundry machine, will tell if the fabric softens more with washing, as is supposed to be the case with hemp.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-13187922081524575372013-03-18T14:19:00.002-07:002013-03-18T14:20:27.568-07:00Dissonance<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Self-image is a tricky thing. I have very specific ideas about what type of person I am, often connected to minor details of my appearance or personality. I'm a book reader. I'm a long hair person. I'm a bit loud. I'm usually the youngest person in a group.<br />
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Not big, earthshaking revelations, but still important facets of myself. Things you don't mess with. It creates <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_dissonance" target="_blank">cognitive dissonance</a>. I find that concept fascinating- cognitive dissonance. It's that feeling you get when reality clashes with your beliefs. Sometimes, you don't even recognize it's happening, you just change your beliefs so that you don't feel uncomfortable anymore. You rationalize. <br />
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All through grade school I was almost a year younger than my classmates. I assumed that as soon as I made it to college, everyone would be my age again. In college, my friends were usually 2-3 years older than me. When I moved and started staying home with my kid, my friends were still 2-3 years older than me, sometimes 6-7 years older. I am so used to this pattern in my life that I am genuinely shocked when I discover people in my life who are younger than me. I feel that I have to comment on how unusual it is that someone is younger than me. Now, I always have to think about what my actual age is, because once I realized I was too old to be precocious, I didn't want to think my age mattered anymore, and I refused to keep the information at the front of my mind. I didn't want it to have any part of my identity. Rationalization.<br />
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There can be relief in letting go of labels that no longer fit. I have had very long hair for most of my life. And for most of my life, long hair was less work than short hair. It was another label, a self image, an identity. I decided to quit cutting my hair to mid-length and grow my hair to Rapunzel length. And I hated it. At no point in my life have I ever complained about my hair so much. So I cut it all off. And it feels really good. There is no reason to hold on to the long hair girl. She's different now, and that's just fine.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-23718250213939258622013-03-14T17:27:00.000-07:002013-03-14T17:27:24.972-07:00Project!I spent so much time on this collage that I don't have time to explain myself! Short story- handpainted fiber, different spinning techniques, eventual sweater to sort out the results.<br />
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Also, it's Pi(e) Day! We will be celebrating with pasties (the edible kind, nothing to do with strippers, get your mind right) and apple pie, with a salad thrown in for a "balanced" diet.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-89187736356807266832013-03-07T18:48:00.001-08:002013-03-07T18:48:34.417-08:00Progress ReportNothing like attempting something for yourself to gain a newfound appreciation of someone else's abilities.<br />
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In this case, I'm referring to both blogging and dyeing fiber.<br />
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I have got a fantastic concept, which is not quite turning out how I thought it would in practice. Which is pretty much how everything in my life goes.<br />
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Concept: use the same colorway (colors/sequence of colors) to test out how different spinning techniques affect color pooling in a knitted project.<br />
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In practice, this meant that I added one too many variables by not using the exact same fiber for the entire thing. I had 200 g of commercial top, and hand combed another 200 g of PolypayX lamb's wool to have enough fiber for my project. Commercial top is pretty dense. Hand combed top is pretty fluffy. As is the handspun yarn. This one variable means I don't have the exact same colorway all the way through my project, but it's not a loss because- I learned something!<br />
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Yesterday, I turned on NPR just in time to catch "On Being with Krista Tippett," a show I don't usually find that interesting, but her <a href="http://www.onbeing.org/program/father-greg-boyle-on-the-calling-of-delight/5053" target="_blank">interview</a> with Father Greg Boyle was interesting, inspiring, and funny, and I highly recommend listening to it. Fr. Boyle discusses his ministry in gang intervention programs in Los Angeles, and gives much food for thought.<br />
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Midway through the interview, Fr. Boyle says "anything worth doing is worth failing at." I almost couldn't concentrate on the rest of the interview, because that comment affected me so much. I am slowly learning how to fail. The phrasing is off, I suppose. "Learning to fail" is a facile phrase that doesn't communicate everything I mean. I am learning that I shouldn't let the fear of failure or even the certainty of failure prevent me from trying. Courage is persevering despite your fears. I am learning that some failures don't have to be permanent. There is wisdom in realizing that some failures are due completely to timing. I am learning to forgive myself for my failures. It is prideful to expect more of yourself than you would of others, and pride is a deadly sin.<br />
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At one point in my life I successfully trained myself out of worrying. Perhaps too successfully, but that is a story for another day. I had a permanent case of what I call "hamster brain." You know the feeling- you stay awake at night because you are continually running through a to-do list, rehearsing a difficult conversation, anticipating disaster. I trained myself to put those things out of my mind. If something that caused me anxiety popped into my head, I would ask "Can I do something about this right now?" If I could, even if "something" was just writing down a plan, I would do it- right then. If I couldn't, I would force it out of my mind in a sort of meditative exercise. It would come back later, and I could do the same evaluation. It was a great mental exercise, and it did add a peaceful quality to my life. I am now realizing that the anxiety is back, but it has changed form. Rather than worrying about things I need to do, I worry about things I should have done. Except "should have done" is an arbitrary rubric that only I have control over, and this is where the forgiveness comes in. When my anxiety manifests, my new conversation should be "Can I do something about this right now? No? Then I forgive myself. I will try again later." With a Hail Mary because it never hurts to ask for help. <br />
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Notice "should be." I will also be working on forgiving myself if I struggle with this.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-42470886420266238192013-03-02T15:51:00.000-08:002013-03-02T15:51:59.695-08:00A day late and a dollar short<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am not someone who can keep a journal. The thought of reading old posts makes me cringe. When I found my junior high/high school journal I burned it. That isn't as melodramatic as it sounds- I threw it in the woodburning stove with some other paper trash when I was cleaning out my closet in my parent's house. I don't like looking back and seeing who I was. Rather, I don't like looking back and seeing who I <i>really</i> was. I like reminiscing and comparing my current accomplishments to my prior self. I don't like reminders of what a different person I was. I don't like reading a journal and feeling contempt at the navel gazing combined with the discomfort of realizing that the stranger's diary I am reading is mine. <br />
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The list is a diary of sorts. A collection of articles and pictures and quotes without any context. It makes it easier to deal with than a journal, but that is because it contains none of my own thoughts. I've stumbled across this artifact of my own recent history, and it means nothing. Half of the content is on topics I no longer care about, and the other half makes me wonder what I cared about when I saved them. I don't know who the person was that saved those scraps. And yet- I've also written three posts inspired by that list on topics that still move me.<br />
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Should this unease motivate me to journal, or dissuade me? Is it better to forget your past foibles, or should you continually remind yourself of your mental history?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-17083597009888158552013-02-22T17:07:00.000-08:002013-02-24T08:18:51.665-08:00Collection: DancingBallet kills me. It looks like they are prancing around, but the amount of motor control is insane.<br />
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Not ballet, but fantastic. I don't understand why rhythmic gymnastics gets ridiculed.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-73574078136335572452013-02-20T13:49:00.000-08:002013-02-24T08:18:12.053-08:00Working WednesdayI need a less obnoxious post title for my Wednesday work in progress updates. Suggestions? What's Up Wednesday! was too chipper, and Working Wednesday is too dour. I need Goldilocks.<br />
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I broke out of the sunset palette for this week's dyeing extravaganza- and what an extravaganza! I felt so accomplished getting six skeins of commercial yarn (for a quick sweater for myself), two skeins of white handspun dyed in long color repeats, and a braid of fiber done in one evening. Results:<br />
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I also have been experimenting with making laceweight yarn. I'm pretty excited about this small sample, I have big plans for a shawl.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-37562576293541063102013-02-18T14:27:00.000-08:002013-02-24T08:17:20.018-08:00Children<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"It is a wise father who knows his own child."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> -William Shakespeare (from <i>The Merchant of Venice, Act II, sc 2</i>)</span><br />
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Parenting a child is such an ordinary and surreal experience. You realize you are your parents, whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. You realize how incredibly smart and capable your parents were/are. You realize that your parents must have also had moments of doubt, wondering if they really knew what the hell they were doing trying to raise a child into a responsible adult. And then you realize that being a parent is such an ordinary thing. An ordinary thing that never feels anything less than extraordinary.<br />
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Once you get past the baby stage, you realize that this tiny human is actually another <i>person</i>. Someone with dreams and desires and fears and passions. It's disconcerting, they've been so predictable until now. Crawling, eating, walking, talking. Oh the talking. The joy and bane of my existence is the talking. The point is, once they start talking, they can tell you their internal monologue, and you realize how much you have missed. You assumed that they thought the same things you did, because they are your mirror, your reflection, with a doubly familiar face and your words and actions. Until one day, they say something new. Something you never thought or said or did. And you realize you will only ever know them as well as you can know another person. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-86758798649150741052013-02-15T15:26:00.001-08:002013-02-24T08:17:09.792-08:00Collections: UnsettlingThis week I have been running into unsettling videos. Where are the rainbows and puppies?<br />
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It started with this one, which had me super tense and gripping my lap blankie.<br />
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And then I almost had nightmares after the "Blink" Doctor Who episode. (SPOILER) <br />
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And then I read this in the morning, and although it is pretty cool, the idea freaks me out a little bit. And weren't Cyborgs the bad guys?<br />
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I've also been working on a sock. I have a goal of being the crazy sock lady, but I had trouble liking socks. Part of the problem was the patterns I was choosing, and part of the problem was the yarn I had. So I picked a pattern that, while pretty tedious and complicated, was nowhere near as difficult to follow as my first attempt. I also found some yarn that makes me happy to work with. My husband said it looked like "a parrot on a Rastafarian island." Now that's some happy yarn.</div>
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I have plans to make this <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/tilting-tardis-cowl" target="_blank">Tardis cowl.</a><br />
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Some fun photoshopped Calvin and Hobbes <a href="http://imgur.com/gallery/wGZUA" target="_blank">pictures</a>.<br />
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GIFs are awesome. GIFs of <a href="http://headlikeanorange.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">animals</a> are even more awesome.<br />
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I love weird animals, so I really like <a href="http://wtfevolution.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">WTF, Evolution?</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-81967200054140782052013-02-07T16:28:00.000-08:002013-02-24T08:00:15.664-08:00What's Up....Thursday!I have this problem. If I think intensely about something, I put it in the "Done" folder of my brain. Which means that I think I've done things like call my friends, replied to text messages, or post on my blog, simply because I thought really hard about doing it.<br />
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Which is all to say- this should have been here yesterday, but I like to excuse myself with the adage "Better late than never."<br />
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I spent some time last week finally setting up an Etsy <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/blingma?ref=top_trail" target="_blank">shop</a>. So if you like what you see here, go check it out.<br />
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I've also been making some fun things. The first is this yarn, which I made
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I was feeling overwhelmed this morning, so I needed a project that I could finish today. So I'm spinning up singles from the last batts I have in this color. I'm calling it "Under the Bridge." The colors came together as an experiment to combat a tragic dye accident that had left me with neon virulent green. As my brother remarked "troll hair green." It turned out well, so I may try to do this again on purpose.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-21392210142902568032013-02-04T06:57:00.001-08:002013-02-24T07:59:19.422-08:00Education <i>“Our whole theory of education is based on the absurd notion that we must learn to swim on land before tackling the water.” — Henry Miller</i><br />
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If you are attempting to learn something, you should spend a lot of time doing the actual thing. I spent a lot of time in college finding ways to jump in the water, and I was always annoyed at how many of my classmates were content to go through the motions on land. My personal manifesto is that the goal of anyone's trip through formal education- whether that education stops at high school or with a Ph.D- should be to learn how to learn. The second part to that manifesto is that you should never stop learning.<br />
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How do you teach yourself to learn? You can start by trying. Try anything. Do it wrong. Find out why you did it wrong. Try it again. Let yourself be curious. When a small curious thought runs through your head, follow it up. Follow your curiosity wherever it leads you.<br />
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See a complicated recipe online? Go for it! Use your Google Fu to find out how to make a <a href="http://bling-ma.blogspot.com/2011/10/macaron-madness.html?m=1" target="_blank">macaron</a>! Want to rock climb? Find a climbing group- actually, find any group you want to start a new hobby. Passionate people will never be annoyed at a beginner, they will be overjoyed to find someone who wants to share their passion. Try anything you like, and just know that if you didn't like the results, you only have to learn a little more and try again. Or not. If you hated something, you never have to do that again. I think that should be on my family's crest: "Well, we never have to do that again." It sounds like a negative, closed-minded sentiment, but it is the opposite. It means that we tried. And we learned something. <br />
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As an aside, one of the blogs I read has a knack for picking up off-beat music that becomes huge radio hits. I first heard <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY" target="_blank">"Somebody That I Used To Know"</a> on <a href="http://www.yesandyes.org/" target="_blank">yes and yes</a>, and that soon became overplayed on the radio. I heard "Thrift Shop" on her blog about a month ago, and today it was played on the radio no less than three times during my errand run. </div>
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This is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ariadne" target="_blank">Ariadne</a>. I'm not usually one for naming things- nonliving things, that is- but I've also never had a relationship with an object before. When you spend as much time with something as tactile, useful, and awesome as a spinning wheel, it begs for a name. It's like naming a car, but I've never felt the urge to name a car. </div>
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This stuff is really cool. I'm sure my enthusiasm is in part because it is the first fiber I have experienced other than sheep's wool.<br />
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"Wow, I wish I had that life." That was a thought I caught floating through my brain sometime last year after watching an episode of Mad Men. ( I have not seen the latest season, shut up, I only have Netflix.)<br />
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What an odd thought, considering how miserable those characters are. When I actually examined the thought, I realized that what I wanted was the outward perfection of their lives. Part of the popularity of the series is, I think, the crisp perfection in the appearances of the workplace, the homes, the clothing. I think I want that type of perfection in my life. "I would be so happy if my house, my makeup, my clothes were that perfect," I think to myself, despite previous experience not validating that claim.<br />
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A facade over a dilapidated foundation is not perfection. Life is a little messy. Actually, life is really messy if you spend 90% of your time with a 2-year-old boy. Perhaps, rather than striving for an artificial perfection, we only need to refocus our attention on an organic, messy beauty. Or, at the very least, look past the mess to focus on the beauty. Remind me of that next time the sticky little kid leaves a slime trail on his way to take a bath. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-58809098918007913722013-01-23T16:38:00.000-08:002013-01-25T14:58:31.942-08:00What's up Wednesday!<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I'll admit to some trepidation in writing this post. My first attempt at blogging failed. I wanted to say it failed spectacularly because I love a little melodrama, but really, the blog just crawled in the corner and curled up without a whimper, waiting for inspiration and motivation to return. Which is also pretty melodramatic. This time around, my goals are much less lofty than when I began. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Part of the reason for my first failure was a lack of passion. I had my new passion foisted upon me mid-July of last year. It is a simple story that I love to tell the long way around because of my love of drama, but the basic facts are: my parents have sheep; my aunt gave me a spinning wheel. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">In the months since July, I have learned how to wash, card, comb, dye and spin wool. And knit. I already knew how to crochet, and felt like knitters were a strange club of obsessive snobby yarn weirdos, and wanted nothing to do with knitting. Unfortunately, the first yarn I was able to spin was not suitable for crocheting. So I learned to knit. I was right about knitters - they are weird obsessive crafty people, and I love them for it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My favorite current project will take me all year to finish. I read about a really great daily knitting project called <a href="http://www.leafcutterdesigns.com/projects/conceptknit.html#skyscarf" target="_blank">the Sky Scarf</a><span style="font-size: small;">. </span>The idea is to collect some yarn in different blues, greys, whites, and beiges, and use these colors to knit one row of a scarf every day in the color of the sky that day. I took it one- well, several- obsessive steps further. My project is to knit every sunset of the year. To do this, I prepare a small amount of wool, dye it according to my daily photo, spin the yarn, and then knit it into the scarf. </span></div>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Do you like reading pop psychology? I found a new favorite website for you! Here is: <a href="http://youarenotsosmart.com/">You Are Not So Smart.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love pop psychology, it makes me feel like I've just learned a secret way to solve the entire world, when I should really take it like this website shells it out: Sorry dumbass, you can't do anything because your brain got in the way.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The life lesson I learned today was from the post titled <a href="http://youarenotsosmart.com/2011/10/05/the-benjamin-franklin-effect/">"The Benjamin Franklin Effect."</a> The jist of it is this: You think that you are nice to people you like and mean to people you hate because you are a reasoning creature with a brain. Cause and effect, etc., etc. Problem is, cause and effect probably aren't what you think they are, because your brain is this weird black box that makes you do things you don't think you do. Instead of being nice being the effect of liking someone, sometimes liking someone is the effect of being nice to them. It's the result of "cognitive dissonance" which means the short circuit happening in your brain when you do something that you don't believe in. Your brain can't handle the incongruity of action and belief, so it changes the belief. So you do something nice for someone, and then you convince yourself that you must like them, because you only do nice things for people you like. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.raptitude.com/2011/10/ordinary-things-every-mother-has-seen/">This post </a>got me thinking. Go there first and read the first couple paragraphs (at least), then come back. (Wow, that sounded bossy.) <br />
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I really am not one of those people that think childhood is so idyllic. Innocent, yes. Idyllic? Do you <i>remember</i> your childhood? Not just the highlights, do you actually remember how it felt to be 5, 8, 11 years old? Take a minute if you must.<br />
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Don't you remember being confused by certain "grown-up" things? Don't you remember <i>desperately</i> longing to be just one year older? Don't you remember being so frustrated when grown-ups would tell you "You'll understand later," or "Because I said so," or various other phrases used when you don't know how to explain the world to someone with no experience? Don't you remember how much work it was just to figure out how the world works? <br />
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I think most individuals have forgotten exactly how it felt to be a child by the time they have children themselves, which isn't anyone's fault. You don't have the same brain that you did back then. However, I think that it is very important to try to remember how difficult growing up is when you are raising your own children; it brings a dimension of empathy to the process. It makes it a little easier to be patient and kind and understanding when you remember your own frustrations and fears and joys as a child. Rather than thinking, "You don't know how easy you have it, you don't have any stress or anything to worry about," take a minute and remember your own silly (now they seem silly) fears and anxieties as a child. Life is never easy. Not even when you are two years old.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3892818611054355154.post-90853141435714509272011-10-27T18:31:00.000-07:002011-10-27T18:32:29.697-07:00Choco-Pom Oatmeal Cookies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvx_s2-J88nl33jiRaceniYZzZSt5ZLhrDasYpoWL1iBdGufrWXBSTYwVE6JmZeM313qS7fl-p0PhjHnYzFl4OTN25Jx6UFDza0lsuLskPhKgrVLALWCtBKufR-vHRfvdUYPFPC2aYDY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvx_s2-J88nl33jiRaceniYZzZSt5ZLhrDasYpoWL1iBdGufrWXBSTYwVE6JmZeM313qS7fl-p0PhjHnYzFl4OTN25Jx6UFDza0lsuLskPhKgrVLALWCtBKufR-vHRfvdUYPFPC2aYDY/s320/photo.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><br />
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All it took to get me experimenting was a mention about a remembered cookie from Trader Joe's by a friend. The mythical cookies were chocolate-covered pomegranate oatmeal cookies. Considering I had a pomegranate and dark chocolate chips in the pantry.... They are delicious.<br />
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I was just reflecting that over the past two months my cooking has improved remarkably. Which isn't to say that I was a bad cook previously, I was just inconsistent. My husband would come home, see what was for dinner, and say "Ex-peeer-iment!" (Proper pronunciation requires a falsetto/vibratto on "-peeer-")<br />
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So what changed? I haven't stopped experimenting and trying new recipes. My problem previously was a focus on an end product, without concentrating on the intervening steps. When you just want something done, but you aren't focusing or enjoying the process, you aren't going enjoy the result, either. That is your deep thought for the day.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 pomegranate</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 cup dark chocolate chips</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 cup chopped pecans</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 sticks butter, softened</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 cup packed brown sugar</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 cup granulated sugar</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 eggs</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 tsp almond extract</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 1/2 cups flour</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 tsp baking soda</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 tsp salt</div><div style="text-align: center;">3 cups old fashioned oats</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Separate the seeds of your pomegranate. Melt the chocolate, and stir the pomegranate seeds into the chocolate, coating each seed. Spread onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper and let the chocolate set. This works best if you spread the chocolate coated seeds as thin as possible. Once the chocolate is set, break into the smallest clusters possible.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Heat the oven to 350F.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Beat the butter and sugars together until creamy. Add eggs and almond extract and beat well. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Combine flour, soda and salt; add to the egg mixture and mix well.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stir in the oats, followed by the choco-pomegranate seeds and the pecans.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Drop rounded tablespoonfuls of batter onto a baking sheet. Bake for 12(ish) minutes until the cookies are a nice golden brown.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0