I may or may not have caught myself checking out people’s sweaters and debating what it is made out of…
what color temperature it best represented…
how fast, based on the complexity of stitch pattern, I could take it apart…
I may or may not have unraveled while binge watching episodes of The Crown and The Ranch…
stuffed a sweater arm into my bag to unravel on a date…
easily convinced a few little girls in the back seat to unravel another sleeve for me…
I may or may not have held my breath that we wouldn’t have another 40 degree day…
cheered when we hit a below average December…
10 formally in style sweaters unraveled
1 color per 10 degrees on the thermometer
1 row knitted every day based on the weather
hours and hours of weaving ends back
Cheers to friends who dish out challenges; surround yourself with go-getters.
Cheers to the changing colors of life; control what you can control and work with what you can not.
Cheers to always finding a moment to stop and make every day.
Cheers to 2017.
I had no intention of sharing this project.
I never signed my work.
I kept track with a list in the back of my day planner.
I photographed most of them.
I had a friend hold me accountable.
But during this resolution time,
this season of reflection,
I need to share what I found…
Created mostly with trash
Without making trash
Must be an out-of-the-blue gift without a birthday or special holiday in sight
I love them.
They love them.
I gained more.
I found the magic cure
For fighting back that black cloud.
Each time I saw it coming this year
I ran and dove into this project.
The cloud still came
And sometimes it even rained
But it passed more quickly than before.
Most surprise averaged an hour of time a week.
Usually took a little detective work
Finding a friend of a friend to get a mailing address
Included a dance up the post office steps
It brought into focus hints of other people’s struggles
It made me fully realize other’s hurt
It taught me to be a better listener
During my grouchest days,
just thinking and planning the surprise fought back that cloud.
Darlings, I know this can work for you too.
Start making surprises.
See what happens.
Cheers to surprises; l love them so much.
Cheers to 2017; a year full of more ups than downs.
Cheers to 2018; let us take what we know to be true and make it better.
One row every day
Color depending on the temperature of the day
10 trendy sweaters unraveled and repurposed
Cheers to letting Mother Nature make the decisions
Cheers to being over half way
Cheers to projects and colors…they make my heart happy
A few years ago my little one and I were gifted Garden Tour tickets by a lady who knew we could use a little extra kindness. We received a map and spent the afternoon traveling around the county visiting farms and gardens. My little one searched for fairies under lily pads. I devoured design ideas and witnessed a few eco practices that I could take back and work into my own little world.
It was the perfect gift.
When we pulled into her farm on the tour we found a series of handmade quilts displayed between trees.
I knew just enough about sewing to truly appreciate how much time each one of these beauties represented.
The colors were well thought out.
The detailed patterns were absolutely gorgeous.
The time and patience each one represented was mind bursting.
That day I planted in my heart, that someday my little house would be the home to one of these masterpieces.
Three years later I can easily call the lady who gifted us garden Tour tickets and creates these beauties, my friend.
Recycling, upcycling, reusing, making do, creating fun for little ones… our brains are wired the same way. She took my idea of a handmade home and ran with it.
Pieced together with bits and pieces of my little one’s worn out clothing, a quilt, just the right size for her bed, was created.
It is absolutely beautiful.
It will transition her from child to teen.
She will be able to keep it forever.
Cheers to finding others passionate about the same ideas
Cheers to using trash to create masterpieces
Cheers to the talent and kindness of friends
His dedication to being the best at his craft was evident within a conversation or two in our seminar class at Ball State University a few years ago.
He genuinely wanted to know what you were creating and why you were making certain choices thus challenging you to refigure design problems of your own.
He lives and breaths art.
He makes life happen.
He is so generous with his time.
A few weeks ago, a carefully wrapped set of hand blown glass cups were delivered to my mailbox. My mother happened to be over when I was unwrapping each piece and hanging them on the hooks in the kitchen. I am not sure who was more impressed with his craftsmanship and generosity. In true selfless fashion he transformed a part of my kitchen into a work of art.
Cheers to another truly talented and kindhearted person in this world.
Cheers to surrounding yourself with good people.
Cheers to only owning what really matters.
Now excuse me….I need to go have a fancy drink in my new fancy glass.
We are getting creative in our storage of deconstructed ugly sweaters!
In the last 4 months I have unraveled sweaters in all the following places….
at basketball games
on the couch while watching classical movies
in the car…but not while driving
diners on Sundays
Girl Scout meetings
*several* birthday parties
on the phone while finding solutions to all the world’s problems
in bed watching the news
Facetiming with long lost friends
at least one staff meeting
while waiting for my 4ft friend to finish dinner
over fancy drinks
on the porch in the sunshine
Cheers to trashy…I mean upcycled…temperature blankets.
Cheers to tiny houses and making everything fit.
Cheers to projects. They keep life so full.
For a short time, the two of us stayed with my parents as I worked my way through graduate school.
She was glued to my side most of the time; attending meetings, testing ideas, writing papers, hanging shows.
If I was upstairs, she was upstairs. If I went to the garage, she went to the garage. But my dad had a special routine with her every night. While I showered, the two of them would sit on the couch and look at the Weather Bug app on his Kindle. By the time I dried off, they knew everything about today, tomorrow and the next 7 days.
They made a cute pair always talking about the weather and cuddling and I will forever hold that image in my heart. Although a few miles separate her from her grandpa in the evenings during this stage of our life, her interest in the weather has not died down.
This year we decided to do a project tying our interests together.
She checks the temperature everyday.
I knit one row everyday.
The color correlates with the temperature.
The yarn comes from sweaters I saved from second-hand stores and tediously deconstructed.
She thinks it should hug her bed at the end of the year.
I think it will make a sweet play tent.
Maybe her grandpa will receive it as a gift.
Cheers to little traditions and memories.
Cheers to sweaters that will look better in a different form.
Cheers to creating together every.single.day.
Made from hemp.
Made by me.
Love the color.
Compostable when done.
Future dirt for my garden.
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothing ever should.
Cheers to handmade washcloths.
Cheers to package free soap.
Cheers to an almost trash free bathroom.
My sister made this stain glass piece for me when I went to college.
Daisies of course.
It fit down into an end table and a piece of glass sat over top it; very functional and one of my favorite pieces of all time.
It moved with me from one dorm, to the next.
From one apartment, to the next.
From one home, to the next.
When we were building the tiny house, I knew I would have to part with the end table, so I planned to incorporate the piece into a kitchen cabinet door. The designs changed as the house took shape and the glass instead hangs in our window.
The sun dances thought it as it sets in the west every evening and makes parts of the couch appear a different color.
I love it.
I love what it reflects.
I love her.
Cheers to sisters with amazing talents.
Cheers to handmade gifts.
Cheers to only keeping what matters.
It has moved with me to every room, every apartment, every house and now to my very own little home; my home of hand-mades.
For my 21st birthday, my mom measured, remeasured, cut, grinded, sanded, foiled and soldered all these little pieces to make up the lampshade. She hasn’t made another one since.
I totally don’t blame her.
I love it.
Sometimes it sits beside my bed. I pull the chain to turn it on every morning. It starts my day.
Sometimes it sits on my table. It helps me work and create every evening. It ends my day.
I love it.
I love her.
Cheers to handmade gifts.
Cheers to only needing one fancy, dancy lamp.
Cheers to surrounding ourselves with only the objects we love that remind us of the people we love.