Tag: Hard Work

Working Hard on the Weekend

Hey Everyone!

When it comes to knitting and working on projects, I don’t stop just because it is the weekend. Sometimes I work even harder on my projects on the weekend. I am also working on not letting myself get distracted as much during the day, so that I am more productive and make better use of my time. That and I am not liking the whole going to bed past midnight, because I was not as productive as I could have been during the day, so I stay up later working on projects, thus sleeping later in the morning. It is a whole vicious cycle that I am trying to break.

The last couple of days I have been working all out on my sweater, just because I am trying to get it done, and so I have one less project just sitting around, taking up space. I am also tired of looking at these colors, and want to move on to something else. For the first week and a half after I bruised my tailbone, I was content with taking it easy and not doing much in the way of knitting. My tailbone is taking its time to heal, but I am tired of having the same projects sitting around, and seeming like I am not getting much of anywhere with them, I want and need fresh material for The Knitter’s Notes, not only just for having something to write about, but to also help me out, for exposure and getting new readers, and growing the blog and stuff. It is easier to come up with stuff to write about, because this blog is more focused on the day to day goings on, or what I have on my mind, so it is more about just blogging, writing and sharing my life and experiences with you all.

I also feel that the more projects for kids in need that I do get done, the more I am able to add to help bolster myself, and make my dream a reality, and give me more credibility for becoming a Charity Knitting Advocate. Have new and fresh content for the knitting blog is part of that, the more I get done, the more I have to write about, post pictures of, and the more I am able to put myself out there. What started as a hobby fourteen years ago, is now turning into what I want to do with my life as a career. Making your career goals happen takes time, perseverance, dedication, and if it were easy it wouldn’t be worth doing. I have spent a good 2.5+ year period throwing myself into knitting sweaters, and getting more and more done, and that was before I even knew that it was what I was wanting to work toward as a career. The career is not the final total of sweaters that I knit, but rather the process about what goes into it, the kids that are benefiting from it, and why people like myself choose to get involved. It is also a resource for those who want to get involved so they have aren’t struggling with how to go about it, or where to send their final projects. I want to help bring the resources that are out there, to knitters and crocheter’s who want to get involved but wouldn’t otherwise know how to go about it.

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Monday Musings

Growing up in the city, everything I needed and could want were all available at any given store. While I did learn how to knit and can as a kid. Learning how was much more because I was interested in learning how to do these things, and much less out of necessity and it being a way of life.

While I was in college I lived in the heart of farm country here in the valley. That combined with becoming passionate about history, and learning about women’s roles in history became a huge part of my life. I also discovered that I learn better by doing rather than just reading about it or watching videos about it. Even though Women historically were homemakers, keeping house and raising children, they worked just as hard as any man.

I know times are tough right now, so I am unable to afford to follow through on this right now, but I would love to live on an acre or two of land, and grow a garden, raise some chickens, both meat chickens and egg chickens, and live a healthier life with less reliance on grocery stores, all while learning what life would have been like out here in the early days of Anglo Americans living out here.

Home grown (or at least local) and home canned food tastes so much better than store bought food. A lot of the reasoning behind my mom and I canning pears yesterday is the fact that they taste better than store bought. There is also the satisfaction in knowing where your food came from, and the fact that you preserved it yourself.

I have also found that doing it myself when it comes to hats and scarves is not only less expensive, but I get a better quality product and materials for the same price or even less than I would spend to purchase it ready made, if I do it myself. Case in point of getting two 100% wool hand knit scarves and three 100% wool hand knit hats for $11. You can’t beat that.

I’m not one who is all about bucking every societal norm, I am more fascinated with how things were done throughout history, and how modern convinces have aided us in getting away from being about to take care of ourselves. I am all for electricity, indoor plumbing, using a computer, and such, There is also something to be said about knowing where our food came from, and putting the effort into sustaining ourselves, and not being solely reliant on others to meet all of our basic needs. Even if I were able to live on an acre and was able to grow a lot of my own food, I would still avail myself of the grocery store for the items I could not, or it would not be cost effective to grow, make or do myself.

You could say that the life I want to live is somewhere in the middle of living off the grid homesteading, and being 100% reliant on stores to meet my needs.

96 odd degrees…..

Yeah, that was how hot it got here yesterday. The past few days have been right around the 90 mark as well. So, the answer the question “does it really rain all the time in Portland?”, is a resounding NO! Some summers are better (or worse depending on how you look at it) than others, but we do typically get about 2.5 months of summer.

I spent most of the day in air conditioned buildings. I have a much better cold weather tolerance than I do a heat tolerance.

I have spent a fair amount of time as it is on the camp grounds helping get cabins ready for overseas visitors. Saturday night I made up two with some help from my dad, beings that they were last minute and my friend, who is is charge of them was at practice. Beings that I had been helping get them done, I was brought into the picture. In the process I got hot, sweaty, and felt disgusting, but that made for getting a reaction out of someone I know, who I ran into. I only grossed her out, because I could. Her husband’s response was just the opposite, He didn’t care.