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My friend Kristy invited me to go through her clothes she was giving away.  She said she thought I’d be interested since I’ve been doing my used/homemade pledge since the beginning of the year, and anyway who wouldn’t want the cast offs from a stylin’ chick?  I went home with two stuffed to the gills paper bags; practically a new wardrobe.  Here’s what I wore today.

Aren’t I so stylin’?

aint nothin but a number.

When I was going through my weight watchers stage (and I call it a stage, because it only lasted a couple of months), I bought a weight watchers scale.  Don’t you think the marketing for weight watchers is funny?  I mean, they seriously have a monopoly on the points idea, don’t they?  Anyway, the scale tells you your weight not only by pounds, but it throws in the ounces, too.  And you know how I’ve been working out – well, I should be losing weight, shouldn’t I be?  The scale wasn’t saying so.  How cruel.  So, I thought, “hmm, maybe I need to move it.”  And so I moved it over a tile.  Well, guess what?!  I lost a pound and an ounce doing that!  So, I decided to move it again.  This time, I moved it to the carpet.  Aha!  I knew that thing was wrong – on carpet, I weighed 65 pounds less than on the tiles.  I know, I know, I didn’t believe it either.  So, I decided to bring it to a different area of the house all together.  And guess what?!  I was two pounds and three ounces less than when I weighed myself on the first tile.  So, what does this mean?  It means I have no friggin clue how much I weigh.  And I guess if I were to take a moral from the story, it would be that weight aint nothin but a number.  So, hmm.

Finding my niche, drinking diet coke, and reading crafty blogs.

Well, the funny girl turned out to be fine.  I must say, this was the very first time that my dh and I were completely opposite on opinions of sickness and going to the doctor.  Usually, it’s me being all frantic and making appointments and urging to be seen.  But I think I finally took all of my experience of going to the doctors and shelling out the dough, just to hear a “it should clear up in a few days.”  And sure enough it did.  But I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that.  So, really, I should have paid myself.  And bought a new outfit. or something.

Except that I can’t, because I have a resolution.  That, I must say, I am quite proud I’ve made it thus far.  53 days, to be exact.  No new clothes and stuff, just handmade and reused or recycled.  Except that I have been buying new yarn, because I really get the heebies thinking about touching used yarn.  I don’t know why, I guess that was my limit.  I’ve been buying used fabric, but I’ve bought some new, too.  I feel like it’s new, but I’m making handmade so it’s okay.

And speaking of handmade, I have a new addiction.  I think it might be worse than my diet coke addiction (which I’ve fallen off the wagon yet again).  I am addicted to blogs.  well, craft blogs.  Well, crafty sewing blogs to be exact.  I even brought out my handy dandy sewing machine from the basement and plopped it in the dining room and took over.  I suck at sewing.  I don’t know what my deal is.  But I can’t stop the infatuation with wanting to be crafty like these other bloggers.  Let me tell you my favs:  rufflesandstuff, craftoholicsannon, & skiptomylou.  Okay, those are my top three, but I have, like, 20 blogs I follow.  I feel so inspired, but, see, it’s kind of dangerous, because I feel too inspired.  If there’s such a thing.

All of a sudden I wanted to make ruffled aprons galore.  I think I perfected the ruffle, but couldn’t get my second hand fabrics nor my new fabrics to go together.  And in the end I came out with one apron I like and I threw the rest away.  I just couldn’t stand to look at them, they were so friggin ugly!!!  Here was the one I liked best:

I decided it’s knitting that I enjoy most.  and I’ll sew when needed.  (I have this urge to make ruffled scarves (see rufflesandstuff and you’ll know why), but I’m trying to contain myself.

I think I love knitting, but I can’t sit still for very long.  But aha!  Do you think it could be all the diet coke?  I think I might be on to something.

Here’s my latest knitting concoction:

A clutch (with a pretty bow).

Like I need another one of those.

I guess I am just trying to find my niche.  And I really, really wish I could make some money off of whatever it is.  No one has bought anything from my store and it reminds me of this craft show I once went to.  I had a table, I made a bizillion earrings (I do that, too) and I think I sold maybe one pair.  In about 6 hours.  It was so depressing.  Partly because I was pregnant at the time.  But I still carry that with me; my hormone induced saddened rejection.  Poor me.

Well, at least I have a healthy stash for gifts. *wink*

Well, off to go read my favorite blogs before bed, get some inspiration, and start new projects tomorrow.  I know you’re thinking, “wow, she goes to bed?”  and yup, I do.  How I find time?  Well, I’m telling ya, it’s the diet coke.  I wonder what the secret ingredient is.

‘night.

momma’s sticking to resolutions.

I’ve been knitting, of course.

Here’s a coffee mug cozy I made for dh:

That was my first attempt at cabling.  It was easier than I thought.

I’ve also been on my detox.  Well, I am finished now.  It was just four days, but a gruesome four days. Kidding (kind of).  It went well; my ability to not munch on crap all day (like I normally do).  It was a great test of my will power.  To know you have control is quite empowering.  Funny how little things like having control over what you put in your mouth everyday keep your spirits strong.

Day one back into the swing of things (post detox) and I had pizza, cheesy tortillas, and chocolate.  I am so naughty.  So much for will power, right?  But I think how my intestines were wreaking havoc was exactly what I deserved.  And so, at dinner, I made spinach with almond crusted chicken (a healthy, detox friendly recipe) with a sprinkle of cheese on top.  I thought the kids were going to detest.  But, like I’ve said before, my kids aren’t normal kids.  Look what happened:

Before:

After:

Pretty impressive, right?

Anyway, the detox was a good start to tweaking my diet (and my kids’).  No more pizza and cheesy quesadillas.  Except on Fridays.  Because, well, that’s our tradition.  😀

Oh. Guess what.  I need a new pair of jeans.  I have a hole in the inner thigh.  Pooh. They’re my favorite jeans.  But I made a pledge to buy only handmade, recycled, or reused.  So, A-Ha, I had an idea!  Patch it.  I know you’re thinking, ‘duh. hello.’, but, hey, I used to buy new undies when laundry was overdue.  Okay, well, not recently, but there was a time.

I haven’t gotten out my handy dandy sewing machine in a while.  I was thinking of where to plug it when I remembered I had some iron on patches.  Niiiice.  I am TOTALLY sticking to my resolution. Yay me, I rock.

Here’s a shot of my inner thigh:

Lovely, isn’t it?

this one deserves some home cooked soup.

Tonight was the first night I ever cooked with leeks.  I had to look up on you tube how to cut them.  Did you know they grow in the sand and so you need to slice them in half to almost the end of the root and fan them out while under running water so you can get all of the grit out? Quite interesting, eh?

Well, I cute them into 1 inch slices and sauteed in some oil while I cut the potatoes and butternut squash into cubes.

Next, I put in half a package of bacon that I sliced thinly.

Then, I threw the prepared potatoes and squash in to saute as well, with a few pinches of thyme, salt, and pepper.

After everything seemed a bit softened (and my house smelled uber yummy), I poured in 2 cans of broth.

I let it simmer, covered, for about 20 minutes – until all of the veggies were soft and easy to mash – while I baked some garlic bread sticks.

Then, I mashed it with a potato masher, poured in a cup of half and half, let sit for one minute and served with the bread sticks.

Voila, my darlings.  Winter Vegetable Chowder (with bacon).  (per savingdinner.com)

ETA: I am taking back the camera.  Why am I so impulsive?  I should save the gift cards for gardening supplies in the spring & summer.  We’ll see, they’re just burning a hole in my pocket.

momma’s new year’s resolutions.

I just need to post a shout out to my main man (er, my only man): Babe, this past year was exceptional.  I hope next year is as good as this last year was.  Love you.

Funny thing is 2009 started out a bit rocky, but turned into a fantabulous year.

I’ve never really ever made new years resolutions.  Usually, I just hope the year will turn out great.  Sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn’t.  I’ve had some shitty years and I’ve had some awesome years.  It all balances out in the end, right?

But this last year, I really made self improvements that I am proud of and I love that feeling.  So, I decided to start the year fresh, with some more self improvements.  You read in a previous post that one of those is to only buy reused, recycled, and homemade for my home and wardrobe, as well as for gifts.  I need to stop my insane shopping addiction.  Or, rather, I need to be a little more thrifty.  So, thrift shops are definitely not out.  Also, I am obviously not going to be thrifty on things we need, like food and undies and such.  So, that’s my number one resolution.

My second resolution is to take better care of my body.  I am going to start a detox next week, and I invite you to follow along.  It’s a month long and it isn’t all juice, you can eat food sillies.  Just good food.  I’m hoping that detox will force me to take note of how my diet needs to change (you know how I like cafeteria food.  That’s just absurd for someone who wants to eventually have a farm and join the slow food movement (kidding people, it isn’t ever going to happen.  But I like to think about it.)  So, ultimately this resolution will lead to me losing that baby weight.  Want to know a secret?  I gained 70 whopping pounds when I was pregnant and I haven’t even lost half of it.  It’s been four years (almost).  That’s not okay, I’m getting old, I don’t want it to get harder and harder every year.  Now is the time to do it.)  Anyhoo, here’s the website you need to follow along: whole living detox

My third, and most important, resolution is to spend more time playing with my kids.  The other day, my ds asked me to play bionicles with him.  Have you seen those?  They’re these really scary looking lego/transformers-like figurines that have set rules for battling.  Well, I told my ds let’s do it the old fashioned way and it was so friggin hilarious.  I kinda wish I had a video of it to show you my “awwk, you hit my arm, pow pow pow, oh no, aaaaahhhhhh, you got me” impressions of our battle.  Now, I can’t get the kid to leave me alone, he wants to battle the bionicles like every five minutes.  (note to the weary: of course, we do not use weapons, some of you know how I feel about those! :D)

So, who knows, after/during these successes (I’m hoping), I will be a better person (and mother!) in 2010.

Oh shit!  I just wrote 2010.  Weird! 2010.  Remember when you were younger and you’d say, ‘in 2010 I am going to be 34.’  But who knew I’d be 34, living in the coldest place – practically – on the planet, married to an awesome dude, living in a rad, red walled house, and went from cat lover to dog lover, started baking, knitting, and tending my own garden?  Geez, I just know 2010 is gonna rock it!!