My sweet puppy

This week has been a whirlwind. The eclipse, leaving LuLaRoe,  my husband and I both started college Monday, and we were struck with a tragedy that evening. Our dogs have always been strong willed but usually are very complicit, until they get bored of their surroundings. We have a good sized back yard and over the years the boundaries got tested more and more. Half this past summer was spent fixing the fence where they found out how to crawl under and be jail birds. We were pretty lucky for the most part, we would either catch them or within minutes neighbors would be by with them. 

Monday evening I was home with the kids and my sister and received the worst phone call. Someone had found the puppies, but were situated across the Parkway from us. When I told her I was going to grab the kids before heading out, she said it wasn’t a good idea. She told me one of them had been hit by a car. I was shaking the whole way over, trying not to cry. The panic was hitting me that all their determination to escape had finally batted against them. When I got there I could see my sweet girl by the median. I couldn’t bare to go over to her. I did get to take my loving boy home, but it has been a hellacious ordeal. There were several wonderful women who helped to reunite us. They comforted me while I had to call my husband who was on his way home from his first class and break the news. I’m not sure how long it was, but I’m grateful my sister was there to keep an eye on the kids.  
Now we are trying to adjust to our boy, all alone, having to relearn how to dog. Mancy was always the ringleader and he always followed her. They always went together everywhere.  I’m so terribly heart broken. I keep expecting her to bark in the morning to be let out, watch her play with the kitties, nose licks. This is going to be incredibly difficult for all of us to move forward from. We never kept animals long enough to live out their entire lives growing up, so this is a first even for me. 

The kids are going to be seeing the circle of life come full circle here shortly, with a cat that we adopted recently who turned out not to be fixed but already pregnant by the time we got her. 

Her name is Daenerys and she will be showing them the amazing side of life in the next week to 10 days. She’s finally adjusting to our chaos and is fine with the boys now, but still adjusting to our easiest fur baby Warrior. 

Tyrion has taken over as Warriors shadow and I’m so incredibly touched by his gesture. I’m hoping that through all of this we will be able to make out as good as they easily make it seem. Life will never be the same, but we know that she was and is loved. 


Work work work work work

Where do I start? The last 6 months have been a whirlwind, spent gorging on new information, studying,  learning, trying and implementing. I have so much on my brain that I usually drop like a fly come bed time. I haven’t been this satiated socially and physically in ages, just from getting work done. Granted vendor events totally wreak havoc on my body, the day after I’m incapacitated, but fulfilled. It’s a strange feeling I haven’t had in years. Meeting new people, networking, creating events and managing them. Being a girlboss is tough work.

I grew up in the mentality towards direct sales with two specific ideas; 1. It’s always a pyramid scheme in disguise, 2. It’s a hobby. While it is easy to believe the first is true, I am not being forced, coerced or any other means to make teams or bump my numbers up. I have a great team with wonderful women who seek to share their success and help others who are having a bit of a rough time.  The amount of time and money I’ve invested may scream hobby, but I’m on the track to earn my investment back, slowly but surely. I haven’t done anything this physically laborious in years. I will cry if I forget to pack flats. One mistake, lesson learned. Everything will hurt for ages if you work in heels. So will your arms from slinging heavy frakta bags into the back of an SUV. It isn’t easy and there isn’t always help. Add a broken wobbly rack threatening to spill hundreds of pounds of clothing everywhere on top of painful shoes and you’ll want to kick your own rear for getting into it.


Sure it’s easy to say all we do is take pictures and the clothing sells itself, but it doesn’t work that way, not even 6 months after signing my contract. Planning, prepping, and making outfits, interaction posts, and collage graphics is time consuming. Changing mannequins is not for the impatient. Neither is working with cheap lighting and having to color correct every single picture. It is rewarding though, just being able to put a smile on people’s faces through gifting and conversation. All the other details fade away.


At the end of the day I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I enjoy doing this and getting to meet new people. My anxiety has dropped considerably in the months that I have been doing this. I feel happier, and that’s what I have been striving for, and the added bonus of being able to be a day maker makes it that much better.


It feels like forever since I’ve posted. I’ve  been preoccupied with many different things. Soccer, spring break, and shawl knitting have been the majors for me lately. I just started Thistledown by Booknits using some gifted yarn from Enchanted Stitches.


I’m working on sample projects for Enchanted Stitches with the gifted yarn. I was really surprised to see how much Heather sent, it was like Christmas opening the squishy mail.


I’ve already completed the Mustardseed Shawl by Booknits
It was fun watching it progress and my first ever shawl with beads.





I started on it Saturday and finished it last night, washed and blocked it as well. It was a delightfully easy pattern with crystal clear instructions. Typically,  lacework is intimidating to me because of my inability to keep track of the pattern repeats and I spend more time counting than I probably should. I was pleasantly surprised with how quick this knit up and how easy it was to add beads. I will definitely be making another one in the future.

I have a Love in a Mist shawl started in Madelinetosh in the colorway Tart and I’ve gotten matching beads for it. I think I’m going to be adding beads to everything I can, it’s so fun!


I’ve managed to finish my step dad’s socks, as well as a pair for myself.



I’m on a knitting spree. Seriously have not been this motivated in ages. Somewhere amidst all the chaos my car decided it didn’t need a sparkplug and we ended up stranded a block and a half from home. Thankfully it was a quick, cheap fix. My hubby rescued us and got the old neon back and running without any further issues.


Now I just have to survive the rest of spring break without losing my sanity.

Unexpected knitting time

This weekend didn’t go as planned. That seems to be the theme this year. My dad ended up in the emergency room twice instead of traveling here, and I also found out that my uncle is in the hospital as well. Plans are being readjusted as details are coming to light.  My dad’s issue is nothing life threatening, it took 2 days to find that out, but my uncle is on a respirator and has been fighting for his life all week. It’s been rather exhausting preparing for visitors and then being hit with a double serving of bad news. We are hoping that we can readjust our plans and travel for Christmas to visit my dad and step mom and then go up to my in-laws for new years.

The weekend wasn’t a complete bust though. My daughter had a great time at the Girls Science and Engineering Day at the University of Alabama. They had all sorts of fun events including building their own robots and launching rockets, dog training and watching and all women crew land a Blackhawk. 

With her gone, my husband took our son and went to the Space & Rocket Center and I had me time. I took a shower and got back to tackling my sidelined Supernatural MKAL.

I have made so much progress this weekend. I’m only at row 50 on clue 1, but I’m hoping to be done with clue one by the end of tomorrow.


Is summer really over already?!

Tuesday the kids went back to school. It got up to 95° and the ants have decided to reinvade my kitchen. It is rather comical how all summer long the ants have been coming in by force, and we have been staving them off with cinnamon, and then moved on to traps because of the dogs and the kids. Now they do not respond to the traps, because they are much more interested in the Captain Crunch on the top shelf of the pantry. Well, my husband has had it after throwing away a few boxes of cereal. We used to set out traps for the flying ants, when we lived in Olympia, consisting of honey or corn syrup and borax and making a soupy paste of it on a plastic container lid and leave it out of reach of children and animals right outside to draw the ants to it. It worked wonders during the mating season of the flying ants. So I finally decided to set the sweet poison trap, seeing as how they were so keen on sweets. Within an hour of putting it up there, there were a few carcasses laying around the trap. Now there is no signs of activity now, and even though it has worked I feel rather guilty for having to resort to such violent kitchen warfare.

Three more color change rounds to go on the blanket, which essentially is 6 rows. I’m excited. Seeing projects come to fruition is one of my favorite things ever, it’s in the top 10 list between naps and dark chocolate. I’m aiming to get my knitting energy back and get some wips finished after this. I’ve had way too many projects laying around for my liking. I will admit I had to frog the last round of the blanket 3/4 of the way because I forgot 4 stitches (twice), I’m glad I noticed it before I started the next row, rather than after, but it set me back two days. Each color row takes about 2 hours now, mainly because I lack the focus and attention to hurry it along.

Speaking of lack of attention, I’ve lost a big part of attention on my projects due to some of my energy being focused on organizing and cleaning and rearranging. Trying to make the house more spacially usable. I’m still trying to work out those kinks. We took the table leaf out and moved away from the wall and actually have an arrangement where we can all see each other and less clutter. We reorganized a closet that is half finished that could be converted in a pantry, and converted it the rest of the way so that it’s our cleaning supply pantry/ janitorial type supply area. It’s less of a mess and more functional than it was. We are going to be reorgnazing the kids closets in the upcoming weeks as well. Now I need to find ways to make things work better in the yarn room as it is feeling a bit crowded with a ton of unorganized stuff and miscellaneous projects in here. I think the organizing bug has bit me and has no plans to leave. I cycle through phases of rearranging and cleaning and sorting ever so often. I did it a lot when I was younger and had my own room. I wonder how I’m going to change things. Maybe I’ll go to a thrift store and see what I can find for organization so I can eliminate the need for the huge table to be up all the time.

We finally figured out what made the shower leak in the master bathroom. I could do a happy dance having the answers finally. Apparently the shower was remodeled by an amateur or the home owner at that point in time, and they did something really stupid.

They cut the fiberglass shower pan liner and caulked it up. This is a big no no. A) You don’t cut the fiberglass if you don’t know what you’re doing and you definitely don’t put caulk on it, B) if you cut it you are supposed to put epoxy and re-fiberglass it. If you don’t know how to do it, you get someone who does. Also, they poured the base crooked so the subfloor leans towards one corner which is where it leaked the worst, you can see visibly by the discoloration of the wood. The tiles on the outside of the shower are coming up and cracking because they are the wrong size and they continued the subfloor expansion outside of the shower. It’s going to be an entire bathroom remodel by the time we figure everything out. Of course the other tub started leaking again at the same time we discovered this, so I want nothing more than to win the lottery in a state that doesn’t even have it. *le sigh*

On the plus side, I get free range over the color schemes of the bathrooms. I wonder if they make knitted textured tiles? I don’t know but I’m thinking a pale yellow, porcelain blue, and cream for the tiling and doing a pale yellow paint for the walls.

Did anyone else enjoy the major cellphone outage hysteria on Tuesday? We had 3 1/2 hours of pure blissful peace and quiet. It sure was fun trying to make phone calls, and think someone had hacked your phone, only to find out it was everyone and not just you.


Amidst all the regular chaos, I discovered that a longtime family friend had passed away. It certainly has challenged me to put things into a different perspective. I have an aunt who has been fighting for her life for the last month and a half, and she’s at the point where she’s given up. And because my only superstition is that bad things usually happen in three’s, a close family member has been diagnosed with stage 1 lymphoma recently and we are awaiting more details. My heart is broken for these people right now. I wish there was something more I could do at this point to help.

In lighter news, we are still on baby watch, my sister in law has a few more days left before her due date. I’m super excited, and I know I’ve said it a dozen times already, but I can’t wait to meet our niece or nephew!

The magic of the Wool Eater Blanket

Ever since I first laid eyes on Bavarian crochet, I knew I would love it. I didn’t know how much work or how much less work, to be precise, there was really to it. It looks a bit intimidating if you look at the multi-colored variations of blankets that have been made. I thought it was going to be more difficult, having not really picked up the hook for anything more than a sporadic stuffed animal and dropped stitches in the last couple of years. I think we make things out to be more intimidating than they really are when we are lacking self-confidence. Well, I bit the bullet, read the instructions over a few times and started a baby blanket for my sister. image Somewhere under all that blanket and yarn is my table and 3 or 4 knitting projects. Procrastination, thy name is Jamie, and she is too busy enjoying the beautiful burst of color to care about the mess. Also, also, also. Speaking of procrastination,  I finally finished the Bluebell baby cardigan, and it is so tiny! image I really couldn’t believe how little it was for all the work that went into it. It will be a snug newborn sized cardi, in time for the cold Michigan weather that will hit when my sister is due this winter. I can’t wait to make a few more things. I enjoy making baby things the most. Speaking of babies, my sister in law is due to pop within the next couple of weeks and I can’t wait to find out if we are having a niece or nephew. My fingers are crossed that she has a July baby so we have another July birthday to celebrate.

Things are about to get a whole lot quieter around here because school starts in less than two weeks. It means I get my knitting time back, uninterrupted!  I’m hoping Ethan’s ear infection,  which has now turned into a double inner ear infection, is gone be the time we have orientation next Friday.  Rachel has managed to get some sinus cold/respiratory thing, and it has been shared around with the husband and myself.  So we are crossing fingers and wishing ourselves better, because everything seems to go wrong at once around here. A caulking issue with the bathtub in the main bathroom sprung a leak and we ended up with water pouring into our bedroom from the ceiling again, same hole. A toilet malfunctioning and leaking into the bathroom. Late summer blight killed out tomatoes and is trying to kill our squash. Between these and needing 1 root canal and just having had 1 root canal, things can only get better from here. At least we have all the school supplies and they’re organized.

I can’t wait for fall to get here so I can enjoy bike rides and pumpkin spice everything and 60 degree weather.