31 January 2010
27 January 2010
Despite the snow, I am in a bit of a winter-induced funk. I'm unsure that I can totally blame it on the winter, though. My sleep schedule's been completely and utterly insane, I haven't been making regular trips to the gym (unlike Becks, who is amazing), and I'm not doing a very good job of setting limits at the moment. I must do better.
I love winter but, at the moment, just want to curl up on the couch with my knitting and watch back-to-back-to-back episodes of The Mary Tyler Moore Show. I won't, of course, but that is so what I want to do. Rather, I will finish writing letters of recommendation that never seem to end and continue building the corpus of material for this semester's research project.
Write stuff down on my to-do list. Do work. Cross things off. Rinse and repeat.
25 January 2010
I happened across J. Tillman on one of the music blogs I read and haven't been able to stop listening. His Year in the Kingdom is beautiful - mellow and perfect for a rainy day. Indiana's had quite a few of those lately.
William Fitzsimmons has been one of those musicians I've heard of but had never actually heard until I was surfing around iTunes over the holidays and found his 2009 release, The Sparrow and the Crow. At once heart-breaking and filled with hope, this album reveals something new every time I listen to it. I will be looking out for more music from this man.
On the night stand:
I first read Flannery O'Connor in my undergrad, falling totally in love with the darkness that was Good Country People. It was brilliant and just delicious. I've gone on to read a wide variety of her work and Gooch's biography is lovely. Delightful reading if you're into biographies, particularly of the writer sort.
On the T.V.:
24 January 2010
17 January 2010
13 January 2010
12 January 2010
magazines these days. Instead, I decided to see what I could do with the sweater if I cut it up and sewed it into something. What resulted was the above throw pillow - not a terribly well done throw pillow, mind you, but a throw pillow all the same. Note to self: interfacing is essential when dealing with fabric of this sort again. Regardless, it's wintery and looks nice and homey on my couch. Best of all, it took about twenty minutes to whip up.
And, no, I will not be buying any Fair Isle sweaters any time soon.
10 January 2010
09 January 2010
Despite the impending beginning of the semester, I've gotten a decent amount of making done. My syllabus is off and copied, I'm uploading material to my course site as I write this, and I've got thirteen nine-square quilt blocks sitting on the shelf in my closet, waiting for the additional charm packs I've ordered to arrive. I'm trying to maintain a mindset about making and creating that uses the supplies I have on hand and have had two charm packs of Moda's Hello Betty sitting around since the summer. Thursday was a perfect day to sit in front of the sewing machine and practice patient, accurate sewing. It's not perfect, definitely not the kind of work Adam would do, but it's better. I'm getting better. It's about process.
07 January 2010
05 January 2010
03 January 2010
Right before I took this picture, I celebrated my last antibiotic from Cystal Gayle and her five cysters. Two weeks of medication finally over. My face has returned to something of a normal size, a very welcome sight. Additionally, my back has stopped aching from when they were removing said facial squatters - all that pushing down wrenched my back all sorts of out of whack. Rather than sore shoulders, I have a sore arm. Too much Wii tennis yesterday, I tell you.
I head back to Bloomington tomorrow morning, to my own bed, my own house. I've missed my friends and am so glad I spent the last two weeks travelling but will be happy to slip beneath my own flannel sheets tomorrow night.
01 January 2010
Happy 2010! I always feel a little conflicted about New Year's. As a teacher, January 1st has little meaning to me; goals and such are always set in August, when my mental calendar resets. Regardless, it was lovely to celebrate with friends last night and curl up in my Uncle's Stickley chair and knit all day today while flipping through the latest issue of The New Yorker.
Luxury, I tell you. May the rest of the year go the same way.