It’s done! I’m finally finished the blue and white blanket that I started at the beginning of last year. One of the main reasons that I wanted to learn how to crochet was because I wanted to make a blanket. I had tried knitting one, but the progress was so slow that I thought I would never finish. When I saw how quickly a friend made granny squares, I realized that I had to try it. After my husband convinced me since I was too stubborn to switch.
Now, I have a humongous blanket for my bed. It’s made from granny squares that are dark blue with a white border and I stitched them together with white yarn. The colors match the coastal theme of my bedroom and the blanket looks beautiful. It’s so big, too. I wanted it to be large and I’m amused that it drapes so nicely over the side of my bed. I love it.
But, now I’m afraid to use it and don’t want the cats to accidentally pull the stitches. I decided that I’ll keep in on the bed when I don’t let them in the room. Over time, I’m sure that I’ll be less concerned about it. For now, though, I’m so excited that it’s done that I want to admire it for a bit.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve!
I understand that the basis for Thanksgiving is not something to be celebrated, but I like to think about what Thanksgiving means today more than where it came from. To me, Thanksgiving is a time for family and food.
I was planning to add that it’s also a time for football, but that’s not true for me. I’m not really a football fan. I’m much more likely to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade than whatever football game is playing.
It’s really all about family and food for me. I really enjoy that everyone has Thanksgiving off from work and, in my family, we all take turns hosting. This year, I don’t have to cook so I’m looking forward to enjoying turkey and stuffing and gravy and potatoes without having to make any of it. I also like pie, of course. I’m actually a fan of pumpkin pie and blueberry pie. Apple pie isn’t really for me.
So, tomorrow, I will sit at a table with my family and a giant plate of food I didn’t have to cook. Hopefully, I’ll catch some of the parade. That sounds like a great holiday to me!
I discovered bullet journaling last year. I decided to give it a try because I struggle finding planner I really love. I liked the idea of basically making a title page and index, with a few other things, and then just writing what you need. Before I started, I only really looked at the basics.
I’ve been using mine for months now and I can say that I’ll probably keep using it. When the book I use runs out of pages, I’ll buy another. I do find it helpful to use and I think that’s really the point. At least for me anyway.
What overwhelms me, though, is the sheer number of options for bullet journals. Now and then, I’ll look online to see if there is something I could add to my bullet journal that might help me be more organized or more productive. Instead, I find myself lost in an endless abyss of decorative pages. I can see how these pages would be helpful. However, it seems that they would take so long to make and maintain that I would never use them. I’m not looking for my planner to be a substitute for a scrapbook. I don’t want to be afraid to use my planner because it’s too lovely and I’m afraid I’ll make a mistake. I’ve noticed that most of the pictures I’ve seen online look more like artwork than something I’d want to use.
I think the joy of bullet journaling is that you can do whatever you want. If you want it to look like a piece of art or a scrapbook, go for it! But, I don’t. I can be obsessive at times and I don’t want to spend all my time decorating my pages and then not using them. My bullet journal is supposed to help me accomplish things on my to do list. Sometimes, that’s scrapbooking and I’ll channel my obsessive attention to details there. Sometimes, though, my to do list requires that I clean the house or pay the bills or go to the gym. Decorating my pages in new and creative ways won’t make me more motivated to do any of that.
Spring is a strange season. It is obviously a season of change and all the changes that happen lead to some strange and fascinating combinations.
For me, this is noticeable as I look around my neighborhood. The earliest flowers seem to burst forth even in harsh weather. I know I’ve seen purple crocuses growing near clumps of snow. At least, I believe that I have. Those crocuses were long ago eaten by some naughty animal that visits my yard. My daffodils also bloom bright and yellow often before the weather is regularly warm. It’s always nice to look at them when it’s been raining for days and days. Many of my neighbors also have collections of flowers that bloom and disappear before the warm weather truly begins. I know they aren’t all being eaten by the rabbits and deer.
The trees amuse me, too. In my area, there are quite a few who never let go of all of their leaves from last year. Now, they’re still hanging on to them while growing new leaves. And those trees are next to trees covered in fresh buds. The ground is littered in places with branches ripped off during winter storms and yet those trees and others are also covered in so many lovely blossoms before their summer leaves grow.
Spring is an interesting season to take a look around. Assuming it stops raining for a minute or two. I know that I’m even looking when it rains.
In my yard, there is a tree. In the spring, it becomes covered in delicate pink flowers. I’ve always referred to it as the pink and fluffy tree. When we bought the house and I first saw it in the spring, I had no idea what type of tree it was.
At some point, my husband’s father told him that it was an ornamental cherry blossom tree. He’s really into gardening, along with my mother-in-law. For years, they essentially had a garden paradise in their backyard. When my husband told me what his father said, I completely believed him.
Today, though, I had my doubts. I was looking online into cherry blossom trees and encountered many pictures of the cherry blossom trees in Washington, D.C. They were all beautiful, but didn’t look like my pink and fluffy tree. I was really confused. All the branches on my tree hang down, but the cherry blossoms in D.C. don’t do that. They had branches that looked like most trees, pointing towards the sky. I also struggled to remember exactly how my tree’s blossoms looked. They didn’t blossom last year, probably due to unpredictable weather, so I haven’t seen them recently.
I started looking online for trees with pink flowers that blossom in the spring and branches that hang down. It didn’t take long before I found pictures that looked just like my tree. Apparently, there’s a specific type of cherry blossom tree with weeping branches. There might be more than one type. Most of the pictures I found were attached to pages with quite a bit of detail on how to mix and match tree pieces to make the type you want. I know my type must be popular in my area, because my neighborhood and the surrounding area have lots of these trees.
After my search, I’ve realized that my pink and fluffy tree is a type of weeping cherry blossom tree. I love it so much that I’m seriously wondering if I should add another somewhere else in the yard.
One of my many New Year’s resolutions is to read 25 books during this year. I normally read quite a few books during the year, but I don’t keep track of them. Because of this, I can never remember what I’ve read and whether I liked it or not. Right after I read something, I’ll remember all the details, including the title and maybe even the author. Months later though, I can’t even remember enough to recommend the book to a friend or let someone know to avoid it.
Around the end of last year, I decided to make an account on Goodreads. I don’t participate in the community, mostly because I haven’t had luck with recommendations from people I don’t know well. I do love using the account since it lets me track everything I’ve read, when, and my review of it. I try to write reviews for most of the books I read so that I can remember what I liked and what I didn’t. I do reread books sometimes.
I love being able to track everything and I decided to take part in the yearly reading challenge. I didn’t want to be too ambitious so I decided that 25 books would be a reasonable number for this year. I read a lot during the summer and around Christmas, so I figured that could help boost my numbers for the rest of the year. I switch between YA, romance, and science nonfiction depending on my mood. It doesn’t take long to read a YA or romance novel, but it takes longer for the nonfiction.
I’m at 8/25 books for the year so far. I’m wondering what to read next.
Watching my cat sleep is so calming. She is all white and really fluffy, so she reminds me of a small throw pillow. When she’s sleeping, she doesn’t move, except for the rise and fall of her breathing. Maybe watching her makes me more aware of my own breathing. Or, maybe it gives me something to focus on and helps me clear my mind.
Whatever the reason, I really love watching her sleep. For a moment here and there at the end of the day, I’ll stop what I’m doing and look at her. Not for too long, though, because if I watch her for too long it makes me sleepy and I usually have other things I want to do before bed.
I’m really happy that I have her.