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Boy do they ever.

Earlier this month I took a fantastic labor doula training with Rena Koerner, and started my labor doula certification process again. I feel better prepared, with a better understanding of the physiology and psychology of birth, which is just huge when you consider that as a doula you’re a part of what is one of the most important events of a person’s life. Several people’s lives, really, the birthing parent, their partner, and the baby!

But the sad truth is, I just can’t afford to also retrain/recertify in postpartum right now. I want to, but I spent so much money on trainings with T-O-O-T-S-N-B-N* last year, there’s just nothing left. Which frankly, really SUCKS.  I just feel like there’s a lot more to learn so I’m trying to get in to skills workshops as I can. TO that end, I took advantage of a one day training with Giuditta Tornetta here in LA today, an advanced pp skills workshop. It really shifted a lot of my paradigms around new babies and their parents. She reframed so much for me.

I think the biggest thing I took away from today’s workshop was just a sense of reconnection to the humanity of it all. The spiritual and emotional sides of birth-work. The fact that babies are tiny humans and the importance of respect and connection in the way we relate with the people we serve. Which was always why I wanted to be a doula in the first place.

I think it’s not surprising that I completely lost my desire to make art and sunk into such a deep depression last year, it was kind of like I cut myself off entirely from everything rich and soulful and real, in some attempt to make myself over into… hell I have no idea what. But I see the connection and I’m glad to see it. It reminds me that I have a choice about who I want to be and what I want to bring to this work.  It reminds me that there’s something a lot deeper and I just forgot that I could tap into it if I wanted.

I feel so humbled and grateful to have essentially a second chance, to start over, and to be making connections with such amazing people in my local birth community.

(*the other organization that shall not be named)

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Well, except today the sun came back out here in Southern California, and the plants all began to perk up and my mood got an instant +5 and that was basically amazing.

I’ve been rethinking my focus with work in the wake of some upheavals in my doula world. After the infamous Buzzfeed article (which has cost me, to date, 3 prospective clients) and some other things, I pretty much just unexpectedly went BOOM (like one of those science fair volcanoes), it ate up all my bandwidth for about a month, and that’s when I realized that I’m just… done.  It’s been exhausting, and it’s taken way too much of my time and focus away from studying and getting clients. Time to disengage, get a little distance, and refocus.

I start retraining with another organization this weekend. It’ll give me some other letters to add on top of the original trainings and I think that’ll help. Plus, it’s been a year, I’m happy to get a refresher of some skills. Expensive to pay for all the trainings and memberships again, but, it’s worth it to just… keep moving past the stuff that doesn’t support my goals.

I just want to work. Show up. Have professional credibility. Support some folks while they have some babies. Get paid. Give back to my community where and when I can. And at the end of the day, have enough room left over for my marriage, paint and cats and time to tend my little garden.

Which by the way? Succulents are awesome, hard to kill, and I might have a new obsession.

Sometimes keeping your eye on simple pleasures in the midst of upheaval is the only way to go.

 

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We just wrapped up a weeklong visit with my mom, and we had a houseguest for a few days before that, so everyone here at the little white house on the hill is adjusting to having the house back to some degree of normal this morning. It’s been a busy week+ full of doctor’s appointments and vet appointments, plus all of the regular outings that one tends to enjoy to the utmost when company is in town.

I’m definitely just enjoying a chance to sit quietly in my pajamas and enjoy the stillness and some good coffee this morning. The kitties are curled into circles, snoring gently in their usual spots in the morning sunshine.

The @!#% Churchmouse Yarns linen stitch scarf is still in progress. So close to finishing. Soo close. Like, another inch and a half and I can cast off. It is looking doubtful that the birthday recipient will be receiving it on their actual natal day unless I can sneak in a hardcore marathon of The Wire this weekend.

I want to talk about politics and the world, but, I’m so heartsore about politics and the world right now.

The March on Washington was inspiring. The March here in LA was incredible, though we were not there in our pink hats due to sudden Cat Emergency Surgery. With 750,000 marchers, I don’t think our two bodies were missed, though I certainly missed being there. We’ll get the next one. I am pretty sure there will be plenty of marches in the next 4 years.

My heart is breaking today for the people who have been denied safety on our shores, for the visa holders who were so close to security and who are now detained in airports or seeking another safe haven for their families. For the families who are separated so cruelly.

This is not the America I want to live in. But it is the America I live in.

And so it goes, this weird mix of normal life, snoozy cats, birds, yarn, arguing about whose turn it is to wash the dinner dishes, and watching my country descend into madness. How’s your weekend so far?

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Well the “I will go for walks!” portion of my “ME” program hasn’t been so successful in the first 6 days of 2017, but darn I’ve gotten a LOT of knitting and crochet done!

So first off, I frogged the horrible Mutton Sweater Wool Of The Andes baby sweater. It’s awful yarn. Will reknit the adorable Hyphen sweater pattern in some luxury superwash like MadelineTosh or something equally fine when I can afford it. Such a relief to just let myself off the hook for it. Lesson learned. Cheap yarn isn’t always a bargain.

But since I wanted to be making something for the baby, well, I started this.

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A simple hexie afghan, and yes, it’s really that blisteringly pink. Miss Aubrey LOVES pink. Like more than any other color in the world, and according to her mother, the brighter the better. I’m about 3 rows – 27 squares – in to what will ultimately be a 15 row – 135 square – blanket. Good for naps and watching Octonauts on the couch or what have you. It’s Caron Simply Soft in “neon pink” which I had leftover from the Pussyhat Project caps I knit for the march on Washington. It’s also very cheap yarn but oh so soft and I think suitable for a toddler blanket. If this pink isn’t bright enough, I don’t know what will be.

Captain Sexypants has a birthday coming up, so I threw together some odd balls of fingering weight yarn and started a Koigu Linen Stitch Scarf (pattern from Churchmouse Yarns).

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There’s some Koigu, some Sophie’s Toes, some Rowan. I’m about 2″ in to what is supposed to be a 6″ wide scarf. I love the fabric, love linen stitch, and LOVE this scarf – what a great way to use sock yarn you might not turn into actual socks.  I’ve got three more bags of yarn set up to do more of these when I finish this one. I think this is going to be a hot contender for the Christmas Gift Pattern Of Choice in 2017.

So what’ve you got on the needles on this rainy Saturday? And hey, if I know you from the good old days, where are you blogging now? Or ARE you still blogging? Where my knitters at these days?

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I’ve been doing the “One Word” thing on NYE for a number of years now and I certainly like it better than making a lot of arbitrary resolutions!  I will say that I’ve found setting some goals and making a plan to achieve them is also really useful this time of year. I don’t know if it’s so much about doing it perfectly, or even achieving those goals, so long as you set yourself a benchmark to strive for, in whatever way “striving” looks for you.

Most goals being a point located somewhere in the future – if you get halfway there and realize you don’t want to go further or your priorities have changed, well, you can always renegotiate, right?

My word in 2017 is simple. “ME.”

This year I am putting my own needs, health, and well-being first. That isn’t always going to be fun – part of putting my health and well-being first means getting my ass off the couch and going for a walk every day, it means finally seeing a dentist, going to a doctor, dealing with meds that are long overdue for a change, calling an accountant and getting my finances – oh scary finances – sorted out… it actually means saving more money and spending less money on things I want. Because ME needs things like money in the bank and a retirement fund.

This ME stuff won’t necessarily always be fun, it means doing stuff that might be expensive and leave me less money for pleasure, it means committing to stuff that is going to take some work/time/energy.

Putting ME first means not always indulging my wants or going for the immediate gratification but asking if what I want is going to serve my goals and well-being in the long run. It means sometimes putting my goals and well being ahead of a temporary pleasure.

Putting ME first also means yes, sometimes I will go for the cake, or the short term pleasure, or the thing I want. Because it pleases me to do so. But I will hopefully do it much more thoughtfully.

Most importantly, this year, I’m getting quiet so I can hear my inner voice, and I’m not doing or agreeing to things that put me into conflict with myself. Even if that creates conflict with other people. There will be no more swallowing my voice, my thoughts, my sense of what is right, just so that other people can be undisturbed.

While “kindness” and “tact” are something I hope to always bring to the table in my dealings with other human beings, “silence at my own expense” no longer will be.

I plan to excavate a lot of territory, to find me again.

This year is about filling my own cup, putting on my own oxygen mask before anyone else’s, and putting ME at the forefront of every choice I make. My voice. My well-being. My creative process. My soul. My health.

I plan to be utterly selfish in all the ways I can be.

What’s your word for 2017?

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I have a sad confession to make. I really am not crazy about Knit Picks Wool of the Andes. Not even the super wash version. I want to like it. I want to love it. It’s cheap, comes in some good colors.  I just don’t love it.  This yarn, y’all. It’s scratchy. Let’s put it this way. I’m 4 rows in and thinking that this yarn was spun from a sheep who spent her best years hanging out in biker bars, chain-smoking Camels, getting into fights, and shooting bottom shelf whiskey straight from the bottle*. Is all I’m saying. This yarn? This yarn is The House Of The Rising Sun in a skein. It’s a cautionary tale of lamb to mutton, of bad life choices, spun, plied, and wound up.

I’m really  in love with this darling Hyphen sweater and am currently knitting one for Miss Aubrey. The color I chose is the most perfect Aubrey-esque, coral-pink you could imagine. But…  scratchy.  This is not how I want Miss Aubrey’s handknits to feel. Let’s hope a soak in coconut oil hair conditioner wool wash helps…. after looking about at comments online and on the site, it does seem to be reported that washing and wearing softens it up, so I haven’t quite lost all hope.

Knit Picks, I love love love your yarn, as a rule but I’m disappointed in WoTA. Perhaps I just didn’t do enough research on this particular variety before I bought.

*I may be embellishing the sheep’s life story with a teeeeeensy bit of hyperbole.

 

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Well not exactly like walking to Mordor. Better, actually, because there are no orcs and I’ve got Netflix, Trader Joe’s dark chocolate covered peppermint JoJos, and instant hot chocolate instead of lembas bread.

Ok, the analogy is a stretch, I’ll give you that.

Point is, lots of knitting and purling here. I’ve basically knit my way to Helm’s Deep, ok?

31531958631_54cfc41885_zKnocked off another holiday hat, one that will be winging it’s way somewhere for someone’s holiday stocking. 3 ply handspan from my friend Carrie, the ex Funky Carolina, that I’d had sitting around in my stash for years, and alpaca 2 ply from my aunt’s ranch. Really loving my aunt’s alpaca. It’s sturdy and warm, but still soft to the hand. I don’t think I’d wear it right up next to my skin in a sweater, but it’s nice for hats and outerwear!

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Pussyhat knitting for the protest on the 21st is progressing nicely. The latest (above) is made of leftover Noro Kureyon and some more of that grey alpaca yarn. A running stitch to make the ears, and it ties off with a cute bow on each side. I’ll be sporting this one on march day. I really love this method of defining the ears, it’s cute, fast, and gives the hat a bit of shape.

I cast on another Honey Cowl last night, because, Honey Cowl knitting is relaxing af and I need a break from knitting !@#!%&% pussycat hats kind of need that right now. I had these 3 balls of Manos Silk Blend in my stash and you know, it just seemed like a great mix of pattern and yarn.

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When I was going through my stash searching for pink yarn, I realized I have SO much yarn. Really nice, luxury fiber, love to play with it, yarn. Stuff that’s a pleasure to work with, stuff that delights the soul with rich color and texture. I like to work with the good stuff. Hundreds (ok if we’re honest maybe thousands) of dollars in yarn and spinning fiber that’s just been… sitting in bins, stashed, for years now. Maybe I thought it was too good, or I shouldn’t use it, I should hoard it and keep it in case there wasn’t ever “enough” of something. I shlepped these bins of yarn around for over a decade in some cases and several moves but I never touched the yarn! Because it was “good.” Because it was my retirement yarn? Fuck if I know.  Done with that. It’s here to be used and enjoyed. I’m digging in and enjoying my wonderful stash of yarns before the moths do.

Am I alone with that nonsense or is that something you catch yourself doing too? Buy something nice and then put it away and never use it.

I do it with clothes, too. I’ll buy myself new clothes that are “nice” and then keep wearing the same ratty jeans and tee shirts because I have to keep the “nice” stuff for some unknown, unspecified event that warrants “nice.”

31275183180_d87f415d6d_zWhere does that even come from? It’s ok to enjoy the nice stuff. Be grateful that you have it because tomorrow you may not. Don’t put it off. I know that sounds like a real downer but really. Just, do your living right now, don’t save it for later. To that end, I finally got ’round to hanging up curtains and cleaning up the screened in porch. It’s a bit of a morning sanctuary for me and acts as a catio for the kids, of course. We’ve got bird feeders right out in the trees and they like to hang out there in the sunshine and watch cat cable television. I’ve been putting off fixing it up. There’s still some painting to do on the back wall, and I’d like to put down some carpet squares eventually, but it’s coming along nicely, imo.

It’s okay to exist in nice places, in nice clothes, with nice yarn.

 

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