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.
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
Here is a secret.
I have been wearing gray since August 1st.
7 grayish/blue outfits live in my closet.
That is it.
In October, I swapped out a few short sleeve for long sleeve and dropped the count down to 5 outfits.
3 gray sweaters made friends with my outfits when the weather turned cold and of course my coat, gloves, leggings, jammies, socks and underwear match.
I own a week’s worth of workout clothes, all black and gray with the exception of a red and purple cotton tops. It is extremely hard to find workout clothes in natural fibers, let alone in plain gray with no logo printed across the front.
Actually, the weird thing is NOBODY NOTICED!
There you go.
That is my secret.
Now, how long I have gone without washing or putting gel in my hair…well that’s a secret for another day.
Cheers to a closet that can breath.
Cheers to majorly simplifying my morning routine.
Cheers to punching cultural norms in the face.
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.