Unraveling This Life

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And Your Bird Can Sing 

Posted on July 4, 2015

Why Reykjavik? Seems to be a popular question these days. Well, why not? Years ago, when we bought our house, we decided to stencil the names of cities we would like to visit at the tops of the walls. Some have been visited multiple times while others have been visited solo. But Reykjavik always seemed like a possibility. It’s 1) only a five hour flight, 2) not terribly hot in the summer, and 3) compact. When my sister-in-law’s brother posted something about cheap fares from Baltimore back in October, we jumped at the chance. Throw in a three day trip to London on the backside, and I’d call it a win-win. So what if I don’t speak a lick of Icelandic. We’ll cross that…


Posted on June 25, 2014

I’m never sure if a new project or skill will take. It’s usually a crap shoot for me. One summer I proudly proclaimed that I would be giving up eating out, only to cave about three days later when I forgot to plan for dinner after a long meeting. Other things have come and gone, too, but more often then not, there is some varying level of success. Some even lead to bigger and better things. Case in point . . . running. Running started off as walking, but after Lucy arrived in our house, I quickly learned that if I didn’t walk faster, I’d have to walk her farther, and so I started running with Lucy.   Now that I’ve committed to Bullet…

Knocking On Mine

Posted on June 22, 2014

Knitting was not something that I wanted to like. I took my first class because I didn’t want my friend to be by herself, and I fought with the needles every single second the first few times I was there. But I persevered and created a most hideous scarf. Later, I made a “charming” sweater for a bear out of kitchen cotton, and then I set the needles aside for a few years and forgot how to purl. But one thing led to another, and soon knitting became kind of an obsession. Had you asked me after that first ugly scarf (and truly, I can’t impress the ugliness enough) if I would ever make a sweater for a person that involved fit and patterns…