Don’t you just love it when you hit gold at the library?
Stitches West 2018 is about to happen. The vendors are starting to set up in the marketplace. Thousands of knitters are about to descend on San Jose…
…and I will not be a part of it.
I want to go.
So, so badly.
It does not help that it falls on my birthday week each year.
You have no idea how badly I want to go.
But, alas, I will not be going this year.
This year is a year of prioritizing a few things above knitting. Yes, I know, it didn’t sound right to me when I wrote it down either. I am trying to comfort myself with the fact that I have plenty of yarn and fleece in my stash to tide me over. I don’t really need more.
It’s not working very well.
I could go and just look and touch and squish and sniff the yarn, but I am afraid it would make it worse. I do so love all the pretty yarn.
So I will stay away, and hope that next year I’ll really get to enjoy it all.
At times I find it hard to believe I am in my forties, married, and have two children (one of which is my size).
Today I turn forty-three.
I love my birthday, though I don’t actually celebrate it in the traditional sense. For me it is more of a personal new year. It is a day when I love to think back on the past year and my life in general. When I would love to sit in a cafe bookstore, surrounded by the things I love: books, a journal, a good pen, and coffee.
A day to reflect, and then an evening with my family is all I would need to make my birthday special.
I do not shy away from it, or hide it’s existence, or wish I was younger. I don’t see the point. I know others do, and they have their own reasons for doing so. To me, a birthday is a celebration of the unique person who is me. On that day, at that hour, a singular being was born into this world. A person who will bring their own creativity and wonder and beauty to existence.
And that is reason enough to celebrate.
Today, I will actually not get the chance to spend my birthday as I wish.
Instead, I will be driving all over town as a homeschool mom. Tonight I will get home late and in the dark to make dinner. But after that, when the kitchen is clean, I will break open a hard cider, cuddle on the couch with my husband, and toast to one more year ’round the sun.
I’ve got a crazy week ahead of me and a husband who is off for President’s Day, so today’s post is going to be quick.
Here is my #beforethepen in my Happy Planner.
And here is a new bullet journal spread I am trying out, inspired by Diana Meier-Soriat. I wish I could read German, so I could understand her blog!
Mornings are my favorite time of day. I love when I can be up before anyone else. Just a cup of coffee, a pen and my journal. I spill my heart onto those pages. Dreams, desires, hopes, fears. Everything comes out through the tip of my pen. There is no censure, no judgement, no fears allowed in this space.
At first, with my brain still groggy from sleep, the words don’t come easily. They are stubbornly out of reach. Still, I put pen to paper and write.
Some mornings it only takes half a page for the words to start coming to me. Others, I’ll be well into the second page before I feel myself relax into the writing. I don’t think I’m ever aware of the moment when I stop hunting for the words and they just come to me.
Solitary mornings are rare for me, since my husband also tends to wake early, but I cherish the ones I do get.
In the past my drawing efforts have been sporadic at best. I’ll do a big piece and then I won’t touch my pens for months. So, to go with my word for the year, I am doing a daily drawing challenge in my bullet journal this year. this is my first effort. Unfortunately, I did not start it until I came back from my trip to Florida, thus the crossed out days.
This month I am going to try a more free-form format. I may not always do zentangles, as I want to start doodling and drawing in other styles as well.
We’ll see how that works out.
Some of these I already started, but here is my current read pile. Don’t ask what’s on my to-be-read pile. That list is long and exhausting.
Fearless Writing by William Kenower
This one I started just before NaNoWriMo, but once I began writing I stopped reading everything. It’s time to finish it.
The Art of Whimsical Lettering by Joanne Sharpe. I saw this one recommended on YouTube. I’ve been wanting to try my hand at some lettering, and starting with your own handwriting seemed like a good place to begin. Also,….
The Spencerian System of Practical Penmanship by “the Spencerian Authors”
…getting into very formal handwriting and fountain pens makes for a need to be unstructured.
Dough Nation: A Nurse’s Memoir of Celiac Disease form Missed Diagnosis to Food and Health Activism by Nadine Greskowiak RN, BSN, CEN
This one I am half way through. My son is a celiac. I need to educate myself about this because not all doctors know or understand this disease in the United States.