1.21.2015

My big project


This is the biggest project I currently have in the works.  This room is a mess.  I really need to get it organized and put together so I can start making pretty things.  I have so many things I want to sew, spin and knit but they seem impossible to even start with my space in this condition.

Oy!  My birthday is in a couple weeks and since the joyful boy has decided to through the party here I guess I have to get on it.  People are gonna wanna see this place.

I have to get the house and the craft room company-ready!

1.16.2015

Slow Lights

So, we recently moved to a new home.  It needs little to know work.  I sweat though, the biggest issue I have is the slow lights.  I hate slow light -- despise them even.

Sadly, I am cheap and not one to waste.  This house is full of lights that are the early halogen bulbs that take for even and a day to warm up and reach full light.  I can't bring myself to swap them out, though.  I won't until they burn out.

I will however, complain every time I have to wait on my slow lights.

1.10.2015

When I grow up.

Trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up is not an easy task. I guess I know what I want to do, but still haven't figured out how I am going to pull it off.

So, this I what I am sure of: when I retire from my current position, I don't want to start a second career. I want to work for my self and have a go at turning this crafty goodness into my livelihood. I know I want to wear jeans everyday and not have to punch the clock.  

I can see myself designing knitwear, getting published and going on the circuit. The problem is, I worry about having the financial freedom to pursue these things. I really want to retire in 2016 but I don't think we will be where we need to be to make that leap. 

There are so many factors left to consider. Where? The state I choose to retire in is now up in the air. I know I don't want to stay here and the boy goes back and forth about returning the Illinois. It's too expensive here for me to live off my pension. The problem with Illinois is that his family is there. I want to try Colorado but want my kids to have stability through high school. 

All these possibilities push "when?" further and further away.  Will we be ready in a year and a half? I doubt it.  If I get promoted, it will be at least 5 years. Some days I want to see how far I can make it... I could be colonel and that thought is mind blowing. That situation pushes retirement out to ten years from now. 

Growing up is hard. I don't like it... at. all.

1.01.2015

Lessons learned... My knitter's fail.

I learn a little something every time we move. The house you live in says a lot about who you are but, the house you leave reveals all your dirty little secrets. 

Last time we moved, the house taught me four lessons: 

1. Pre-soak: when you live in a house for four years with 2 kids and 2 dogs you are going to unearth some stains once the furniture is on the back of the truck. Pre-soak and pre-treat each according and you won't kill yourself trying to get them out. I learned this half-way through the clean up chore. 

2. Tape: I am pretty good at painting a room but I am down-right amazing when I take the time to tape. It's helps emensely when I become tired or lazy and get sloppy. 

3. Furniture steals stuff: I would have never imagined that that much stuff was hiding in and under my couches. It boggles my mind how many kid socks and yarn tools accumulate there. 

4. You can't drop it if it's already on the ground: in an effort to save time and energy I held a paint can and dipped the brush in directly when doing the cutting in on a very small accent wall. I was smart enough to set it down when I had to step on the ledge to reach the top edges. Unfortunately, I kicked it off the ledge and dropped the entire gallon into my tub. It would have never fell if it had never left the ground in the first place. 

My most recent move taught me one (yes, one) very important lesson. I have not crafted nearly enough over the past two years. I figured this out when, after checking all the cracks and crevasses and getting all the furniture moved out, I discovered that there was a single, solitary stitch marker left behind in my crafty wake. 

How does that happen? One stitch marker? One? It was clearly a testament to my knitting fail.