Category: life

Hangers

At some point, we had an overabundance of hangers. I think this happens when you move with all of your belongings into a house that still contains 50+ years of stuff. We had enough hangers that they were taking up more room in the closet than our clothes were. I remember sorting the hangers by color and condition, throwing out any that didn’t quite fit with the rest either because of their shape or color. We were left with mostly black and white hangers with a similar width and shape. There were still too many, so I put the extras in a guest bedroom closet.

A few months later, in an organizational craze, I bought wooden hangers for all mine and my husband’s pants, and a few wooden hangers for his button up work shirts. This worked very well, although now I’d freed up more plastic hangers, so I put the extras in the guest closet with the others.

I write all of this to explain my current confusion. Having just completed all the laundry in the house, I find myself with 2 pair of pants, a dress, and 3 shirts that are hangerless. There are simply no hangers for them. Somehow we’ve lost 2 wooden pant hangers, and my stash of plastic hangers in the guest bedroom is gone. I am CERTAIN we aren’t using all those hangers because they wouldn’t all fit in our closet. Seriously, where do these things go?!

Now I must abandon the Great Hanger Search for The Mystery of the Poop Smell, as my toddler has awoken and I’ve discovered his room smells like poop, even though there are no dirty diapers in there.

Ah, the adventures of adulthood.

Becoming a Process Knitter

I love Process vs Product Knitting from Knit-Purl discussing different motivations behind knitting (or really creating anything). Product knitters knit for the item itself – the final product is the motivation as it’s something they want to wear or use. Process knitters knit for the knitting itself and are less motivated by what the finished project will be.

I’ve been almost solely a product knitter. I knitted cute hats that I wanted to wear, bags I wanted to take to the beach, and shawls that I envisioned myself wearing but never quite mastered.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been knitting for over 10 years, or maybe it’s because I have a baby now and anything else takes so much more effort, but suddenly I don’t care so much what the end result is – I just want to knit. I have such a big yarn stash, most of it bought for projects I can’t remember, that I just want to get it OUT of my stash and INTO something finished.

This has been such a freeing evolution in my knitting. Because I don’t care what the end result is, I’ve been knitting things I never knit before, learning new techniques, and finding new things to love. Previously, deciding what to do with a few skeins of yarn took hours of searching through Ravelry patterns, hemming and hawing about what something would look like when finished or how it would fit. Now I just make sure I have enough yarn and I cast on! Suddenly knitting is back to being purely enjoyable and relaxing. Knitting is truly self care again.

Consequently, I’m going to have a shit-ton of knitted goods to sell at the Farmers’ Market this fall.

We want to start a farm

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I am from this land. I never lived here as a kid, but our son will grow up on his great-great-grandparents’ land. Right now most of it is pine forest, but once it was a thriving farm. My grandfather raised sheep, pigs, and horses out here. My great grandparents grew most of what they ate. In the forest, in between the trees, you can see the little hills in the ground that used to be old gardening rows. This land is meant to be farmland.

Now that we have a baby boy, our main priorities are spending as much time with him as we can and taking care of our family. We already went through a major lifestyle change moving out here… why not fully embrace it? So I think we’re going to start a farm.

Our plan is to start small with yard chickens and a kitchen garden, but sooner than later we’ll expand the garden and possibly raise some Nigerian Dwarf Goats and maybe sheep. Heck, maybe I’ll learn to spin wool and start making my own yarn.

We’re bringing farming back to this land. We’re growing these roots.

Working from home with an 8-month old, crawling baby

7:45- Diaper change. Poop. Baby hand in poop. Redirect hands, baby foot in poop. Hogtie baby (not really). Poop removal. Doorbell rings. Throw onesie on baby.
7:53- Answer door hold half-dressed baby. Give directions to employee. Phone rings, try to answer but it disconnects. Finish giving directions.
7:56- Disinfect changing table. Finish dressing baby.
8:00- Call disconnected call back. Get updates from second employee. Redirect baby from dog bowl 6 times.
8:12- Carry baby into office, grab laptop, carry baby and laptop into living room. Baby spits up on self, Mom, and laptop. Wipe down baby then laptop, forget about spit up on self.
8:17- Redirect baby from dog bowl. Reply to email. Redirect baby from lamp. Write quote. Redirect baby from power cord. Finish writing quote. Baby is eating fur. Remove fur from mouth. Baby tantrum. Office phone rings. Answer phone with crying baby sitting on the floor. Get updates from customer. Redirect baby from dog bowl.
8:26- Baby crawls down the hall, contentedly sits in front of mirror to look at himself. Bring laptop into hallway and sit next to him. Finish sending emails.
8:37- Relocation back to living room. Baby is playing with a toy. Check voicemail on office phone. Baby is playing with a shoe. Order supplies for upcoming job. Baby is playing with office phone. Office phone is ringing. Remove phone from baby (cries) and apologize to whoever baby just called.
8:45- Time for baby’s nap. Sit and rock him for 15 minutes. Put baby in crib.
9:02- Make 2 chicken salad sandwiches. While eating, notice something white on shirt – discover it’s not chicken salad. Create invoices. Answer phone – sales call.
9:32- Baby is awake. Pick him up and snuggle him for a bit while he wakes up. He yawns, rubs his eyes, giggles, and spits up on self and Mom. Clean up baby and self. Redirect baby from dog bowl. Text MIL for reinforcements.

Happy Anniversary Jác!

One year ago today, Jác and I went on our first date. We’d emailed a couple times, but hadn’t actually met in person.

He arrived right to the restaurant as I got to the front door. “Are you Christin?” “Yep.” We both smiled.

No more than 5 minutes later, we’re geeking out about Star Trek movies and trying to remember, “The one where Data dies – was that Insurrection? Or Nemesis?” I pull out my phone to check my Netflix queue, because I’d just been watching it the night before. (It was Nemesis.)

We both ate Caesar salads with tuna – not because either of us were on a diet, we just both really love their tuna… and it’s especially delicious on their Caesar salad. We each had a goblet of Thirsty Goat – a local beer.

We connected immediately – so much so that I told him about my “backup escape plan” to meet my roommate and friends at the Whip In after our date.

“It’s just something I do, in case the date is terrible.”
“I see.”
“You should come along, if you want.”
“Really?”

We’ve been together ever since.

The very next day, I joined him to his best friends’ house for a cookout. The next weekend we drove to Dallas to meet his mom. A few weeks later, we were driving to Alabama to meet my entire family.

This year has been all about getting to know each other. I’ve shared lots of new beers with him, and he’s shared lots of new food with me. I’ve learned way more than I ever realized existed about beards, and I’m sure he feels the same way about knitting. We moved in together. We mourned together in the wake of tragedy. We lamented about lost jobs and bad jobs and stupid people. We struggled through the stress that is learning to live together and compromise when you’re both independent, intelligent people. We celebrated over new jobs and new opportunities, interviews, good people, good grades, good stories. We watched a lot of movies. We played a LOT of games. We bought a rug that really brings the room together.

On November 2nd we got engaged. He called both my parents beforehand. He proposed in his Star Wars shirt in our living room with our German Shepherd in my lap. He gave me his mom’s ring, which he’d been holding onto since ACL. We’ll be combining his grandmother’s and my grandmother’s rings into my wedding band.

Jác- I love everything about our lives together. Happy anniversary!

The Post Office

In an attempt to get back into blogging regularly, I offer to you a story of my 45 minutes at the post office. I typically avoid going to the post office, because the experience is usually full of the following elements:

  • Poor Customer Service
  • Germs
  • Chaos
  • Confusion
  • Lines
  • Annoyed People
  • General Frustration

Today was no exception. (more…)

Today I almost fell into a trashcan

My attempts at work productivity were being thwarted by the fact that my office was a mess. I’ve been feeling this way all week, and at approximately 9:32 this morning, the feeling overwhelmed me to the point that I stopped all work and started rearranging everything. All papers to be sorted in a “SORT ME” box, wipe down the desk with Pledge, vacuum up some cat fur, put all yarn leftovers on the ironing board… and why don’t I rearrange all the furniture and move the bookshelf from the bedroom into the office so I have more storage?

IMG_8305-764x1024It was while I was reconnecting all my USB cables that the incident occurred. I had bent over to pick up the last cord, when I tipped backward just a little too much, and my bum was greeted by a little teal trashcan, precariously standing directly in my path. Luckily I was able to grab onto the bookshelf before I fell into the trashcan, but a very peculiar thing had already happened…

The sensation of the back of my legs hitting the edge of the trashcan had triggered memories of being a kid and peeing in a bucket… You see, a bucket is very useful when you have kids. It can be a sand castle maker, a robot head, a puke receptacle, a portable toilet… the list goes on. My family had lots of buckets, and apparently I have vivid memories of peeing in them… Peeing in a bucket during fishing trips in Papa’s “aluminum can boat” when I didn’t want to jump in the lake… Peeing in a bucket in the back of someone’s truck at Mardi Gras – it was cold so I was bundled up, but then I had to coordinate standing in the back of the truck, undoing all my layers, and then balance on the bucket so that I neither fell in or fall off and tip the bucket over.

Of course it’s not about peeing in the bucket that makes those memories fond ones. They’re times with family and friends, good food and music, lots of noise and laughter. And I don’t care how I keep those memories vivid and fresh, they’re warm and wonderful, and I appreciate anything that triggers happy times with family and friends.

Thanks, little teal trashcan, for some really good memories today. :)

+1 to the zoo

Today’s post is bunch of mindless aww and squee. Sorry for all the gushyness. I’ll be back to regular posting later this week. :)

My roommate adopted a puppy. Her name is Presley and she’s a 7-week-old lab/pit mix. She’s getting along with my pup, River, just fine. The cats are still deliberating about their feelings on the matter.

Thanksgiving at the Cabin

Every year we have holidays at the family cabin. It’s refreshingly removed from all civilization, quiet and rural, and gives everyone some time to just sit back and relax for a few days. Extra bonus- I get lots of knitting done.

 

adopting a puppy

I’m adopting a puppy tomorrow. This puppy. She’s 5 months old and has no name. I’m going to bring her home, name her, teach her to fetch and socialize with other dogs, give her a comfy and safe bed, let her chase the cats (just a bit… it’s good for them), feed her well, take her for adventures in this dog-friendly city, and love her unconditionally. And she’ll be good for me, too. :)