January Quiet

The January studio is tidy and cold, the light is sometimes so harsh and other times barely there. I really don’t mind at all. Trying to remember to always look close and appreciate what makes me happy, and force myself to take the time to trim away the things that don’t. That industrial tape dispenser makes me happy, so does that glowing milk carton.

There is always room to improve, there is a major stamp pad situation that might need handling. I don’t even know how that happens (wait I do ..does anyone remember Archiver’s stores? I loved those stores so much!) I trimmed my stock back a bit last year, only keeping the weird ones, like the destressing inks, glitter inks, glue inks, glow inks, and all the scented pads, yes in my world the green ink is spearmint scented and the pink, bubblegum! I can’t remember the last time I reached for some of these though, so maybe it’s time for another go through?

I think I will always love little fiddly knits, using the small scraps from past projects for cute new stuff, wool brooches endlessly have my heart. 💕

Still not a fan of the wintering plants and I’m torn about the antique dresser, mostly because it’s a hiding place, currently holding overflow bric-a-brac that at the time of the big clean out I couldn’t let go of. It’s been easier since then to pick away at the layers, I still find things that seemed important then, that I’m now willing to part with. Starting to understand that I don’t need to pad myself with stuff, taking notes on the difference between useful and useless in terms of things I hope, plan, wish to use and useless things I hang onto because of the emotion or money I put into them.

Just appreicating current favorites and when they aren’t favorites, being ok with letting them go.

I do love capturing the moody and mundane, sometimes with just the right amount of merk and muck (my winter wasteland), I don’t want to ever overlook or forget the simple everyday.

💕

living easy

I’ve always made pancakes from scratch, mostly because that’s how my mom showed me and that’s how I taught Lex. But I’ve noticed something happening over the years, we were having less and less pancake meals, and I was really missing them. It seemed such a hassle to drag out all the ingredients, mix & measure, and stand at the stove flipping cakes for years, then the other day while at Costco I saw a 10lb bag of pancake mix, I bought it ..I’m not saying I’ll never make pancakes from scratch again (because oatmeal pancakes with butter, peanut butter and syrup are the stuff) but I love that I can mix & griddle up a single cake in about minute on a lazy afternoon! Not sure why I never thought to buy a ready made mix before or why this revelation/experiment started with an unmanageable industrial food service sized 10lb bag, but here we are and it’s kind life changing.

So to commemorate my new pancakes all day everyday lifestyle, I’ve made some little from scratch, dime sized warm buttery pancakes with syrup and popped them in the shop!

Also a little restock of the yarn sniffer badges, because I’m keeping my face buried in all the yarn. It’s been a pickling and fermented foods/drinks kind of month here and literally everything else smells like some combination of hops, vinegar, dill and garlic. Sorry if you bump into me, because I’m 86% brine at the moment (Jason’s at least 47% beer, but will say he’s only about 13% haha). Also, also you know how everyone’s house has a smell, along with their belongs (like my mom or sister will give me something and eyes closed I can tell which is which just by smell ..not bad smells, just their smells) and I have always wondered what is our smell, I’m not entirely sold on being the fricken pancake pickle beer house!?! …I mean maybe that’s no so bad?