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Mixed fabric scarf [Wenatchee photography + design]

So, I've been seeing "Infinity scarves" all over Pinterest and they reminded me of my "6 minute fleece cowl" from back in November (5 mediums, 6 ways = 30 projects.) The only difference being, they were longer because they were made from several fabrics joined together first to make mixed panels. "Hey," I thought, "I have several fabrics," and "I always need more scarves!" I grabbed 5 fat-quarters and what looked like a former pair of pajama bottoms (which I trimmed to fat-quarter size.) Joined them first along their short ends in groups of 3 fabrics each. Then followed the rest of the steps here. Then had little #3 try and take flattering photos of me in the scarf. Which is where the project really went down hill...anyway...

I love the mix of fabrics and the variety you get with bringing the different fabrics forward. Now I want to make one with really sheer, bright fabrics for Spring.

...until next time, tkd

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Hey, fat girl [Wenatchee photography + design]

I found this on the interwebzz and, man, I love it so hard:

 

"Hey, Fat Girl.

Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the
running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy.
You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make
you cringe.

You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops
on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so
much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes
at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You
never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you.

You are awesome.

If you’d look me in the eye only for an instant, you would notice the
reverence and respect I have for you. The adventure you have started is
tremendous; it leads to a better health, to renewed confidence and to a
brand new kind of freedom. The gifts you will receive from running will
far exceed the gigantic effort it takes you to show up here, to face
your fears and to bravely set yourself in motion, in front of others.

You have already begun your transformation. You no longer accept this
physical state of numbness and passivity. You have taken a difficult
decision, but one that holds so much promise. Every hard breath you take
is actually a tad easier than the one before, and every step is ever so
slightly lighter. Each push forward leaves the former person you were
in your wake, creating room for an improved version, one that is
stronger, healthier and forward-looking, one who knows that anything is
possible.

You’re a hero to me. And, if you’d take off the blaring headphones and
put your head up for more than a second or two, you would notice that
the other runners you cross, the ones that probably make you feel so
inadequate, stare in awe at your determination. They, of all people,
know best where you are coming from. They heard the resolutions of so
many others, who vowed to pick up running and improve their health,
“starting next week”. Yet, it is YOU who runs alongside, who digs from
deep inside to find the strength to come here, and to come back again.

You are a runner, and no one can take that away from you. You are
relentlessly moving forward. You are stronger than even you think, and
you are about to be amazed by what you can do. One day, very soon, maybe
tomorrow, you’ll step outside and marvel at your capabilities. You will
not believe your own body, you will realize that you can do this. And a
new horizon will open up for you. You are a true inspiration.

I bow to you."

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12/12/12 [Wenatchee photography + design]

I won’t see this date again. In honor of that, here are twelve things about me no one else has ever seen before.

  1. I love Excel. LOVE. IT. I’ve even used it for design before, which is stupid for a graphic designer (it wasn’t easy, but I am stubborn. And persistent.) But, OH, those rows and columns of orderly squares…[sigh] I love a good grid.
  2. I write on EVERYTHING. My desk, the walls, in books, on clothing, on MYSELF. On my CHILDREN. A constant comment from my husband was “don’t draw on the baby!”  I don’t care if the kids do it either and many a wall in our house has had impromptu words appear on it. Letters and words are so damn cool looking. So, naturally, yes, I have tattoos.
  3. I’m really good at giving pertinent, effective advice. But lousy at following it myself. Do as I say, not as I do.
  4. I’m pretty sure I have ADD and OCD but I’ve developed some good coping mechanisms and am decent at hiding it from all the put-together, with-it people.
  5. I used to snore. BAD. Like wake-myself-up snoring. Like a trucker. (Do trucker’s snore? I don’t know, just always heard that saying.) But, I don’t anymore. Losing weight fixed that, so my husband is getting better sleep now, too.
  6. I’m terrified of aliens. A few people already know this, but most people don’t. I try to hide it because it’s irrationally stupid, I know. And makes me sound like an idiot. On the flip side, I’m fascinated by the possible discovery of life forms on other planets. Just so long as they stay on their own damn planet. I follow NASA with fervor.
  7. I read in the bathroom. Who doesn’t, right? But, no really, like it’s nothing for me to be in there an hour for no physical reason, I’m just reading. Husband at the door, asking if I “fell in?” It’s not even comfortable, no padded seat in our house. And we only have one bathroom, so it’s pretty rude of me, I admit, but, can’t seem to break myself of it. Also, my leg falls asleep while I’m in there. TMI? It’s always my right leg. Like paralyzed numb, tree trunk dead weight. Definitely TMI.
  8. I don’t wash my face. Like ever. And I have pretty great skin. I always thought if I started having problems with it I would start to do something different, but I’m 45 and it hasn’t happened yet, so I’m rolling with it. And yes, this often means I wake up with raccoon eyes. I like to think of it as my sexy, sleepy, groupie look. My husband probably thinks “crack-head hooker.”
  9. I’m obsessed with calendars. I have 5 on my desk RIGHT NOW, all within 12” of me, and I use them all (not for different purposes, just repeating the same stuff in each one). I have four more within 3 feet. And this is just my work desk. I have another 4-5 at home. I desperately want one concise, organized planner, but every time I go down that road, invest in that one system that will meet all my needs, I get nervous and start adding more. It’s irrational, I know.
  10. I have no sentimental attachment to things, momentos, bric-brac, etc. You’d think without that pull I’d have a beautiful, minimal lifestyle, but I am really one-newspaper-stack-away from being on Hoarders. I absolutely understand the power and importance of photographs and keepsakes, yet I don’t feel it about my own stuff.
  11. I secretly think I can sing despite EVERYONE’S insistence that I can’t. People actually wince around me if I sing outloud, like I’m physically hurting them, but I think it’s just them. They’re all crazy! I sound AWESOME in my own head.
  12. I’m more a 5-minute-rule kinda’ person than a 5-second-rule. Unless it’s sticky. Then I just call the dog over to clean it up J

That’s all I got. It was tougher than I thought. I’m a pretty open book so thinking of 12 things I didn’t think anyone knew about me took some work. And made me realize I could probably use therapy.

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Saturday morning baking [Wenatchee photography + design]

Woke up early. No, EARLY, at 4 AM, with a tummy ache. At 6 decided it was stupid to still be in bed trying to sleep, so just got up. I cleaned the kitchen and, as happens when I have a clean kitchen, I immediately wanted to bake. Then I remembered I'd promised my middle little that I would make her banana bread. "Not paleo, mom, just. real. banana. bread. and NO NUTS!" Happened to have everything on hand, even 3 blackened bananas. Fifty-five minutes later...

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