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Make em laugh

I think I want to be a comedian. Seriously though. Can I do it? I mean, I'm 34 and have done a lot of performing and almost always find a way to be funny. There's got to be a perfect hybrid of feminist-modern dance-comedian/ performance art for me right? I shall make it up and steal tips from these guys...





Dream it. DO it.

Owning a yarn store, do you know many times a day, or week I hear people say...

"I just need to work through the yarn I have first..."

"I can't start a new project now, I need to finish the project I'm already working on..."

??? Do you? Do you???

SO many times. My response is usually the same, some polite combo of how we all have a stash of yarn, but every now and then, you need a little inspiration...wink, wink.  I want to push [shove] people to start new things because, let's face it,  I kinda need to sell yarn. (You know, so that the shelves of yarn you drool over stand a chance at being refilled.)  Mostly though, I want to encourage people to listen to their creative energy because it's an awesome way to live life.  Sometimes that means setting something down, a horrid book you hate, an epic shawl you want to punch, taxes. Ok, maybe not taxes, but in my opinion it's so invigorating to start something new. If you do that... more often than not, you'll get faster at finishing projects (ironically) because get this... you'll be happier doing them. Duh.

Seriously people. If you're sick of it, put it down. Some day you won't be and you can finish it then. Start something new, especially when you get excited about a yarn, pattern, what have you. That is the bubbling energy moment to listen to. If you ignore those moments too much, your body will stop telling you to get excited and it'll be harder and harder and HARDER to start/finish anything! And we don't want that now, do we??



Birthday WIne Tasting...

My favorite bottles of wine all lined up to taste at my birthday tasting @ Fiber & Vine!

Friday April 4th, 4-7pm




Quiet. It isn't and then it is. 

You know, those brief few moments when you realize you haven't been thinking of anything and you've just been sitting quietly on the couch, knitting your rows. Huh. What time is it? Am I late? Did I just enter a time warp? How do I still have an hour before work and I'm still having all this peaceful fun? By my self.

For some reason this tired body woke up early today. Not the bad kind of early - 4am when you get up to do things because it's better than laying awake in bead for two hours, but the good kind of early- the 7am, fully rested, I can go get a coffee and knit a few rows before anything else is needed of me, early. The quiet in my house, early.

I liked it. 

And so did my parched little soul, who was in desperate need of some refreshment. 

Then I realized that I had made a mistake and needed to rip out the entire thing and start over.

A few minutes later, it was all gone. 



Why is why.

Here is a perfect example of why I started a blog and called it "Inspired Living." It's this pickle plate.


I've been working on creating a dinner menu at work and really wanted to have a pickle plate. Whenever I'm out I usually order one if it's on the menu. Plus, I love making pickles and wanted an excuse to buy these cute little cedar boards for serving. Inspired moment #1. The presentation.

Then I made the pickles. I didn't think about it toooooo much. The fun of a pickle plate, after all, is to be playful and resourceful. I once made really yummy curried cauliflower, so that was my first pick. (no pun intended.) Last Fall I experimented with Juniper berries and settled on Jicima as a good pairing. The last was a carrot/ginger/scallion slaw. Hey, it's great raw, so why not pickled? Mostly, I just wanted to cut 1,000 match-stick sized carrots and ginger. (NO, really. I did.) I work in odd numbers as a rule in design/presentation, so three pickles it was. Inspired moment #2. A pretty trio of things. 

At some point mid-week, I flipped through a cook book and mulled over a gorgeous photo of a hard cooked egg. Rustically sprinkled with salt and spices, it enticed me to add it to my pickle plate. I taste tested my own spice blend with my co-worker and friend Sarah... figuring it out just an hour before service! The blend of paprika, smoked salt, coarse black pepper, coriander and celery seed is not only tasty, but pretty to look at. Inspired moment #3. Inventing your own thing and having it work out.


Here is the thing... dinner service is new to us, so the general energy of night time, plus the excitement of plating new dishes for the first time is probably Inspired moment #4. But then, in the hustle and bustle of the first wave customers, I plated my first two pickle plates and noticed what a beautiful thing had happened. Not only did my spiced egg and pickles match in color perfectly... the pickles, in a way, became this deconstructed color story of the egg. So white jicima is the egg white, juniper like giant peppercorns. The orange carrot reflects the paprika, the scallion the slight green of the celery seed. Finally, the bright curry color of the cauliflower matches the yolk. I stopped to observe this phenomenon, appreciate and document it. I couldn't have planned it, which makes me believe some things are meant to be. Even if it just stands as a reminder of the little things... that become big things... to keep us fueled for the journey...