Is it weird that I’m re-gauging my ears at age 26? Whatever, don’t answer that.

I feel like my life kind of stopped sometime around age 20 & I fell into a rabbit hole not quite as awesome as Alice. I became a secluded social hobbit.

But about a year ago this time, I decided to start doing what I want with my life. I know that seems annoyingly cliché but I don’t know how else to describe it. Before then, no one was holding me back other than myself. I think a lot of people thought Channing was holding me back for years and they weren’t totally wrong I guess. But as me, who’s been through the 20-something life I’ve had, it was more me molding into his interests or disinterests when I should have been continuing to be my own person.

He never restricted anything in my life. Ever. He actually has always encouraged me to do whatever I want but for some reason I stalled out and was stuck in thin air. Stuck in my 20’s unable to move. Thinking I always needed to be right there, always available, revolve my life around him and only him. I was wrong.. and dumb.

Now, at age 26, I’m no longer naive about the situation I was in. A lot of the things that happened in our early relationship were inexcusable. I admit that a large part of me was probably too insecure to leave. Too scared of what might happen to him or that I may never find anyone again. Mostly because of my weight. For years, I don’t know if my love for him was the same as his for me. I doubt it. I chose to live a miserable few years, that’s true. I had a good support system and could have paved another path for my early 20’s but I didn’t. Ultimately, I chose not to. And I’m cool with that.

Two, three years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to say that. Say that I’m okay with how life is turning out. Up until relatively recently, I had always wondered all of the what-ifs. What if I stayed gone when my mom and brother moved me out? What if I continued on to a 4-year college after Northland? What if I moved far far away? What if I never would have met him that day at the fair?

I didn’t have any kind of epiphany. I just realized that I’m tired of worrying about it. I can’t change it. Anything that I didn’t do or felt like I couldn’t do at the time, I can do now. Just because my early 20’s are gone and I don’t have hardly any good memories or stories to tell doesn’t mean that my life is over. I’m 26 for God’s sake. Twenty fucking six!

So earlier, I said my way of thinking all changed about a year ago. Nothing crazy happened, I was just like “I’m going to do what I want” whether it’s by myself or not. I’m going to go to the store, I’m going to go for a walk, I’m going to look for a better city to live in. I’m going to travel and laugh and not apologize.

I didn’t go on some newly 21-year old crazy streak. I sought out a better future for us. We moved to Fargo, I was able to transfer within my company and turns out I’m now in a pretty awesome place professionally and financially. I’m doing something I like. We got a cat kid named Franklin. I traveled some of the Great Lakes blue with my mommy dearest. Don’t worry mom, I won’t say “mommy” again. Ugh, that word. I remember going to a grocery story one time, years ago and this teenager said “mommy.” Pretty sure I gagged. Rant over.

But you know what? Everyone survived. Channing came with me and supported me without a struggle. After years of being so reserved when it came to my relationship, scared to disagree or say something wrong; I was worried about nothing. Over the last year and even more, Channing has more than willingly made sacrifices to help me do or get what I want. He’s never even tried to veto me on them. He supports me.

Four or five years ago, this was a different story. For whatever reason, the Universe had some kind of pull to make everything fall into place the way it has. 20-15 was a good year for us, for me. And this year is going to be even better. Funny how much truth there is to the phrase “You’re the only one that can hold you back.”

Happy 4th of July!

10985043_10153395171998363_4414178062167023536_nAll in all, this year’s 4thof July was pretty “decent” as quoted by Bubbles of Trailer Park Boys. We ventured up north (way north) to Warroad, MN. Historically, Warroad on the 4th of July, is one of my favorite places to be. From when I was a kid chasing candy thrown from the parade to family reunions to the best of memories with friends and loved ones, it’s a place of nostalgia and goodness.

11169475_10153395153128363_6627320951989960699_nThis year, we took part in the Foster Family Reunion and camped out in our tent. I’ve decided that I feel indifferent about reunions. I am kind of excited for them – to see people that I know I’m related to and kind of know about but never see. But at the same time, I’m like “eh” because I usually end up talking to the people that I normally see like my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma.

I know it probably sounds anti-social but I really have no desire to initiate in small talk or catch up with extended family because we don’t really know each other and probably won’t stay in touch any more than some kid I went to school with that I haven’t seen since graduation day. Apparently, I inherited my mom’s observational gene rather than my aunt Angie’s social butterfly personality.

It was still alright though. I had fun spending time with my cousins and got some much needed vitamin D. We were rained out on Saturday night though so my hope of a relaxing firework show wasn’t in the cards. We packed up our tent as quick as we could and headed over to my grandma’s house (with 16 of my beloved relatives) and waited out the storm. Happy (belated) 4th of July!

P.S. I designed the Foster Family Reunion t-shirts on CustomInk.com. They have awesome customer service and an easy to navigate website. I will definitely order from them again. The only thing I was bummed out on (because I’m a perfectionist) was that the larger the size, the graphic size stayed the same. I think the graphic could have been a little larger on some of the bigger sizes.

CWA #2

Topic: The best advice for a teen just graduating from high school.
Purpose: I was flipping through my book today and came across this topic. I’m the oldest in my family on both sides. I received some sound advice when I graduated but a lot of it seemed to be cliché and was too little, too late. I have a cousin graduating this year and another cousin (or two) next year. This is for them.

The hat and gown suits you well. It seems to be the single outfit in human history to look great on everyone. Not only does it hide any physical abnormalities or dislikes about yourself but it, in all its plainness and flowiness, forces people to believe that you’ve accomplished something great – which you have. You graduated high school; an achievement that was 12 years or more in the making. The hat and gown you’re wearing – it makes people look at you with pride and accomplishment. It makes you, the one wearing it, feel good and special.

That same hat and gown is awfully deceiving though. It doesn’t give you a sure-ride ticket to anywhere unless you continue working beyond the blip of an achievement that you made. And I don’t say blip because high school graduation isn’t important – it’s probably one of the most important moments in your life. But it’s a blip simply because there are so many more great things you’re capable of doing going forward now that you have that checked off your outline of life. There are so many more moments and times in your future that people will look at you with pride and accomplishment – if you allow it.

If you’re lucky, your dreams for your future are clear. You have a plan and you’re going to go and get it as soon as this graduation party is over. On the contrary; you might not have a plan. You might not know what you want to do with your life. The dreaded “What are you going to do now?” has been asked a hundred times over the past six hours if not six months. “I don’t know” doesn’t seem to be acceptable even though it’s the truth.

Don’t be afraid to not know. That’s the absolute best advice I can give you. Don’t be afraid of figuring it out. It’s scary as hell but I promise you, it’ll be worth it. Simple the process of a future down. Go to and graduate college, get a job, buy a house, get married, have kids is still what people seem to want to hear. Even now in 2015, that’s what their ears are ready for. You’re 18, although thinking about your future is important and I wouldn’t abandon it all together, there is no use in thinking of the big picture right now. Consider each moment in your life a single picture creating a lifetime collage. All the milestone photos of your life will continuously accumulate, make them the absolute best. Be proud of what you’re going to do in your life. Follow your dreams, live your dreams.

Don’t be stupid and make detrimental mistakes. Don’t abandon those that love you; primarily your family. Appreciate the world and what it has to offer. Travel, make new friends, take photographs. Pay your bills on time and don’t be reckless. If you decide not to go to college – don’t waste those young years away. Understand the reality of real life and accept it instead of try to fight it. In doing that, you don’t need to give up your free roaming spirit or life. If you don’t see yourself in a typical 8-5 setting 10 years down the road, do something about it. You’re still going to need to make money to survive, accept it. Don’t rely on and abuse your parents financially. Save up some money and make wise decisions. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Join the Peace Corps, backpack around Europe, fall in love, skydive. Do everything you possibly can because you want to not because society wants you to.

From personal experience, I do think college is important. However, I would only recommend college to those that know what they want to do. To those that do have a plan. I’m still paying off my 2 years of college debt 5 years later. I didn’t get a fancy job, I didn’t learn anything I didn’t already know, I didn’t make lifelong friends, and it didn’t help me decide what to do in my life. But that’s me, don’t let anyone else’s experience deter you from living your dream. If I could do it all over again, I would have done more research in high school, visited colleges, and actually spent time to decide what I wanted to do. I would have moved away and attended a four-year college. I would have traveled abroad my junior year. But I never did because I felt that the resources weren’t available to me and I didn’t know where to look. That’s why you have me. What are your favorite things to do? Sports? Painting? Photography? Working on cars? Photoshop?

There’s something to do in the “real world” for everyone. You can become a sports reporter, journalist, newscaster. You can own your own art gallery or become an art professor. You can be a photographer on your own or with a media group. You can become an automotive or diesel mechanic, a shop teacher. You can become a graphic or website designer. The possibilities are endless, your future is wider than your arms are even capable of spreading. Don’t waste the days after high school graduation away. Find yourself but don’t lose yourself. Dream big and follow through.

So, even though this was important for you to read, take my advice; put this down and spend time with those that love you. Throw that square hat up into the air, smile until your cheeks hurt today and everyday. Be honest, take those milestone pictures, and show everyone what life is all about. Make your collage worth looking at.

The Yearly Cliché.

A couple years ago, I wrote about not making New Years Resolutions but instead making smaller goals each month to try and stay on track. It worked for awhile just like every other variation of a resolution does. But somewhere along the way, it quietly vanished.

This year, I’m going to revert to the more cliché version of a set of resolutions. Some I’ll succeed at and some I won’t. Most of these are very realistic. Some are a stretch but with the proper guidance, I know I can succeed. To make up for a really crappy couple of years (2011-2012) I want to do a little traveling. Of course, I want to travel the world but in order to succeed at fulfilling my New Years Resolutions, I’m going to be a bit more realistic.

  • Create a realistic 5-Year plan. I’m 25. I’m not married, have no children, nor do I own a house. I want to do all of those things in the next 5 years. I’d like Channing and I to sit down sometime soon and prioritize our needs and wants both as a couple and on the professional front – to create a plan and stick to it. I also plan on making a personal 5-year plan that will lay out my personal interests and hobbies which may or may not include writing a book, Pinteresting my way into home shows, and traveling to England, Paris, and Ireland.
  • Lose 50 pounds. Since June, I’ve lost about 33 pounds. It’s been a little rocky and I’ve gotten off track since moving to Bemidji but I’m determined to continue my progress. 50 pounds is very realistic if I use the tools I’ve been given. Ideally, I want to push myself to double that number in the year 20-15. I know 100 pounds does seem unrealistic but given how much I actually need to lose in order to become healthy, it’s a blip on the radar screen.
  • Travel around the area. This is a long one..Because I first need to lose a substantial amount of weight before I feel comfortable purchasing ONE seat in airfare (rather than 2); I decided that I’m going to travel via car this year. Traveling further than I can drive will be one of my many rewards after losing more weight. I want to travel to all the border states/countries of Minnesota. I’ve listed a few specific places. Some I’ve been to, some I haven’t: Duluth, Gooseberry Falls, Grand Marais, Grand Rapids, Minneapolis/St. Paul, Superior, Brainerd, Red Wing, Wisconsin Dells, and Sioux Falls just to name a few. I’d also like to go somewhere in ND other than Fargo or Grand Forks, stop at a few other places in SD, and venture to Iowa. Where in Iowa? I have no idea. Included in the Minnesotan borders is Canada. I don’t know where specifically but I’ll head that way too! I’d also like to visit as many waterfalls, caves, and state parks as possible. I want to be on the water, sail, and visit lighthouses. I love to explore.
  • Don’t Pass Up Good Events. This is something I’ve done a lot. Sadly, I’ve had a handful of oppertunities over the last few years to go and do something but I either used a bad day, Channing’s mood, or money as an excuse not to do something or go somewhere. A few things on my bucket list this year given that they are within driving distance and things aren’t sold out would include: Seeing Taylor Swift in either Fargo or St. Paul, Bo Burhnham if he ever gets his ass to tour around here, and a Vikings football and Twins baseball game. I don’t really like either of those sports to any kind of extreme but I think a professional sports team would be interesting to see live and because my boyfriend likes sports, we both win. I should also probably make a point of going to the MN State Fair this year too since I’ve never been.
  • Buy A Passport. I believe I need one these days in order to even go to Canada so it’s a must-get for this year. If I’m not mistaken, they are good for 10 years too so that should get me set for my European venture in a couple years.

There you go! I have quite a few more resolutions which primarily fall in the first resolution so I won’t bore you with them quite yet. I’d love to hear about your New Years Resolutions! The realistic ones and the far-fetched ideas. What are you going to do to make this year one to remember? Also, if you have any fun or must-see places that you’ve been to in the region, let me know. Word of mouth experiences are the best places to visit.

Cheers to 20-15!!

11th Day Of Christmas: ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the day before Christmas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.
But yet I heard a knock at the door..
Who could it be, a delivery for me!?
I went to see but whoever was there,
was there no more.
Was it a sound in my head
or just a spirit in the air;
something telling me it’s time to prepare.
As the man in the family had to work half a day,
I decided there was no time to play.
My crock pot was lined and ready for use.
I pulled out the carrots, potatoes, and moose.
(Just kidding it was a roast.)
As the roast was cooking and made the room warm,
what better to do than pick up my dorm?
I did the dishes and made the bed,
took the garbage out and was ready to be fed.
Dinner was served and deserved.
The leftovers preserved..
We exchanged gifts full of if’s and thrifts.
Next up was a safe travel from here to there.
Munchies were bought and lottery tickets were a thought.
I had to buy them even though not everyone wins.
For even a dollar would secure me a new set of bobby pins.
We visited Ashley and surly but not lastly
watched the end of Home Alone which was very catchy.
Christmas Vacation was up next..
but I got a text.
Dad had made Gramma Aggie bars;
they’re a family favorite of ours.
From there to here after a quick drive,
to mom and dads house we did arrive.
Thanks to Sony and Un’s bogus phony bologna,
we finally watched The Interview
and then mom and I wrote this rhyme for you.
For now ’twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a kitty was stirring;
for purring they were with such delight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!

Written by Orianah Fast & Julie Fast

6th Day Of Christmas: Holiday Treats

Easy peasy recipe time! Tomorrow my brother is hosting Christmas in Fargo. One of the things I was asked to bring was dessert. Well actually truffles, but I thought I’d try something different that took less time since I’ve been so busy this week. I remembered a super delicious treat that an old co-worker brought at a potluck back in Grand Forks and I thought it’d be the perfect time to try it out!

I made two variations of pretzel candies. One for a salt lover and one for a chocolate lover. Don’t worry, they both contain salt AND chocolate. Christmas must haves right?

Prep Time: 10 Minutes               Cook Time: 2-3 Minutes               Cool Down: 15 Minutes

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Hug-M’s Pretzels
Pretzels
HUGS Kisses
M&M’s

Turtle Pretzels
Pretzels
ROLO’s
Cashews

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Instructions:
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. Unwrap all the candies. (This is the “hardest” part 🙂 )
3. On a regular cookie or pizza sheet, lay down a piece of wax paper
4. Put as many pretzels as you can fit on the sheet. Make sure they are all whole (not broken) and don’t overlap.
5. Place a HUG or ROLO in the center of each pretzel and then carefully put the cookie sheet of pretzels and candies into the oven.
6. Depending on which candy you’re using, set your timer.
For HUGS: 2 Minutes
For ROLOS: 3 Minutes
7. Once they are semi melted, pull out of the oven and top with either M&M’s or cashews. (M&M’s for the HUGS and cashews for the ROLOS)
8. Put in the fridge for about 15 minutes to cool.
9. Every cook deserves the first bite – Enjoy!
Repeat as needed depending on how many batches you want to make.

5th Day Of Christmas: Secret Santa

IMG_8012Today was our Employee Appreciation slash Secret Santa Exchange Party. I got pretty lucky. “Santa” dropped off a few small gifts during the week which was a pleasant surprise each morning. Tonight, at our party, we snacked on some delicious food from a local grocer, played a little Tenzie, and opened our Secret Santa gifts. I received a candle (lilac, my favorite!) and beautiful Christmas ornament along with a “new to town” Paul Bunyan shot glass and magnet! An added surprise from our employer was a gift card for groceries which definitely comes in handy this time of the year!

IMG_7993And since my giftee was so excited about their Christmas gift, I decided to post it as well because it was really fun to make. I’m one of the newest employees to the office so I don’t really know anyone too well. I had to do a little “snooping” in order to find something really good. And based on my research, this was the perfect fit! I knew it was cool but I was actually surprised by his reaction and I quote: “This is kick-ass!” The photo to the right doesn’t do it justice but you’ll get the idea.

Does your employer or group of co-workers host a Secret Santa Exchange? I’d love to hear what you gifted and were given!

Follow Up: TTGS

I figured I’d fill the blog-o-sphere in on my weekend adventures. With the help of my mom’s willingness to also go shopping, we decided to treat ourselves to a few new things after my last rant on WP.

I dug into the savings that I’ve been hoarding away for a rainy day and shopped until my feet hurt. (I’m glad I did.)

It was definitely a confidence booster to go place to place around town. I haven’t really gone shopping since I started loosing weight and I don’t think my mom had either. I’m so used to getting what I need rather than what I want. Over the past 4 or 5 years I’d only buy one item (like pants) because I needed them and my old pair (Yes, pair. I’ve very rarely allowed myself to have more than one or two pairs of pants at a time.) were getting worn out. It was both a breakthrough and a reality check for me. I was more realistic with what size I actually am rather than hoping I’m a size or three smaller than the tag shows. I made sure to grab a few different sizes before heading to the fitting room so that I wouldn’t be overly disappointed when something didn’t look as I’d hoped.

Obviously, I’m no where near where I’d like to be physically. To be honest, I don’t really see a change in how things fit because, like I said, I’ve never made “looking good” a priority until recently. But finding things that complimented my current body size nicely rather than just buying the cheapest thing on the clearance rack – it really felt good. And having my mom as my harshest critic yet biggest supporter really made me feel confident about my wardrobe choices.

I can’t wait to do it again in another 30 or so pounds.

Ciao.

IMG_7036This weekend was full of fun. I will try to spare you on all the rambling on details but it was nice to do something out of the norm. Not that my weekends have been “normal” or anything. I am pretty aware of the fact that I live a “dull life” in comparison to many of the people that I interact with on a daily basis. I’ve actually been busier than I’m used to over the last few weeks though. But if you’ve been keeping up with my blog or twitter feed, you already knew that.

We had a nice yet unexpected dinner with my aunt on Friday evening. And we also went to visit my SO’s niece and nephew which was a blast because they are both at such fun ages. I remember growing up and my Uncle Troy seemed to be always present in my younger childhood days. Moments with him were some of my favorite growing up.

We haven’t always had the opportunity to connect with our niece and nephew as often as we’d like to have in the past but are making a great effort to do so as much as we can presently. It’s a good feeling.

Bw-obAeCcAErsTdSaturday was full of JC, shopping, a baby shower for Channing’s sister and some good ol’ quality visiting time with my mom. When days are jam packed with thing after thing after thing, it seems that there are never enough seconds in the day. I loved every bit of the weekend but I wish that I could have spent more time doing each thing because it seems like an hour only last 20 minutes these days.

Oh, and my mom, brother, and I went to get our hair done at my aunts salon in Halstad. (This is a different aunt from my Friday venture.) I wish I had a picture of my moms new do as well because she looks great!

Does time go faster than it should? I began to notice that each day seemed to go a little faster when I was in 4th grade. I don’t know what the particular event was but I know that I was at school and I all of a sudden felt like the day zoomed by. Around that time, I must have become more concussions of the measure of time.

As I’m proofreading this post, it’s kind of silly I guess. To lay out what I did on my weekend. It’s actually kind of boring. I just felt like writing and really don’t have anything specific to write about.

Actually, I do have a couple things to write about but I’m working through how to construct the posts. I have some blurbs of thoughts down but nowhere to go with them. We’ll see what happens. Ciao.

Here’s Looking At You, Kid.

If I would have blogged yesterday, I would have spent my time bitching about a really stressful work week. I would have probably had a bit of a pity party and questioned why God puts morons in our lives. Maybe it’s to test our patience, who knows. But..it’s not yesterday. It’s tomorrow.

It’s a little nuts to know that a person can be angry, frustrated, and irate after a long week of working but within 30 seconds of being in the presence of a 3 1/2 year-old, the mood can be changed drastically. I’m hanging out with my niece and nephew this weekend and you know what, it’s exactly what I needed. I needed a pause button on the stress of grown-up life.

IMG_6572Kids are blissfully happy. They have no worries, they aren’t trying to impress anyone. They don’t care what comes out of their mouths in fear that someone will judge them. They are just themselves and it’s amazing. Children are the lessons in life that we don’t give enough recognition to.

I’m not yet a mom but one day I hope to be and I can’t wait until that period of time in my life. I know kids aren’t all rainbows and butterflies but at the end of the day, a child brings a light of sunshine into a shady outlook. They give parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and friends a reason to get up in the morning and a reason to smile no matter the problems that engulf the world we live in.

With that being said, I feel much more at peace hanging out with the little dude you see to the right. He’s a ball of energy and has a mountain full of life ahead of him. I want to show him that anything is possible and I’ll be living proof of it. I’ll be vrooming cars and cho-cho-choing Thomas The Train for the next 48 hours. Happy Saturday, all!

So if you have the chance blogging world, hang out with a kid today. (A kid that you know of course. Don’t be a creeper and lurk around a playground.)

My Memorial Day Weekend Was Memorable.

10410096_10152414310318363_1536059176270689246_nAs you can see, I haven’t blogged in a good two or so weeks. I don’t know where to start. We went on what I’d call our ‘first real vacation’ over the holiday weekend. I’ve been to a few places before. My parents, boyfriend, and I went to Eau Claire over Labor Day last year so I suppose I should also classify that as a vacation too but..anyways.

10308161_10152414310113363_7604619791352627641_n“C” and I went to Duluth, MN for a nice 4-day getaway. Set aside the backseat driving, our time there, during, and back was absolutely wonderful. On Friday, we didn’t have anything planned since we took our time to get there so we mosied our way down and through Canal Park. This is officially one of my most favorite places in the little bit of the world that I’ve seen. It was almost movie like. Kids were rushing with melting ice cream cones to watch the ships enter the harbor. A little old man was feeding seagulls bread. Tourists were gawking over the lighthouse at the end of the strip. The temperature was 72 degrees with a breeze.

10169411_10152418652473363_927707804006529661_nOn Saturday, we toured the well-known Glensheen mansion and took a cruise aboard the Vista Fleet. With my camera acting as a necklace, I couldn’t stop snapping memories one by one. Don’t worry, I made sure to cherish the moments as well. I know that some people will tell you to live in the moment which is great advice and I like to live by that. 10363843_10152418651168363_3801365417157104304_n But moments aren’t forever. They fade. They are lost. Days, weeks, and years drift by so quickly that we could never expect our minds to remember the little things. Those moments are the ones I photograph. I don’t need to remember my face or his on those days. I don’t need to remember the breeze on my back. But I do and I will need to remember the view. The images that I see will always bring me back to the moments even when I’m old and wrinkly.

To end a beautiful day on the water, we ventured to Enger Park. It’s at the tip-top part of the Duluthian hills. You can see it from Lake Superior as a little thimble at the top of a hill but when you’re up there, after your ears have popped, and you’ve climbed the six flights of stairs, you feel like you’re on top of the world. It’s absolutely breathtaking. To be able to take in North Shore to the Areial Lift Bridge on Canal Park, out into the emptiness of Lake Superior, over the railroad tracks and to Wisconsin is just beautiful. There isn’t any other way to describe it other than that. Simple and peaceful. Life isn’t so hard when you’re on top of a hill looking at all there is to offer.

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1554408_10152418647558363_7867321417357191154_nSunday, oh Sunday. It was an adventure to say the least. We traveled about 45 minutes to the north of Duluth along the scenic North Shore route 61. Our first stop was Gooseberry Falls. And to sum it up in one word: breathtaking. I know it sounds like I’m repeating myself adjectivally throughout this post but everything really was “that amazing!” Gooseberry Falls is one of those places that everyone should have on their Bucket Lists. Once you make your way through the little bit of a hike to get there, you’re presented with children and families embracing all the Falls have to offer. It’s gorgeous. We sat on a few rocks right near the underside of the falls and just listened to the water crashing below. 10406759_10152418655333363_957176214802948853_nI sat quietly observing the children playing and the adventure seekers climbing the cliffs. I watched as a man and his dog fitted with booties hopped from rock to rock. We climbed our way down to the “rapids” and slowly but surely took a walk through the water, over the slippery rocks. Feeling the pressure on our ankles and calfs, moving against the current. Moments like those are the ones you smile at while looking into the nothingness off your deck after a long day at work. It was something that I hope to never forget. We would love to make another trip to eastern Minnesota just to see these again.

10312838_10152418653823363_4341966486862979581_nReady for another awe-inspiring view? Split Rock Lighthouse is only about 10 minutes from Gooseberry Falls. How can two of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen be so close in proximity? Jackpot! Lighthouses are my weakness. Really anything sea or ship related to be quite frank. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the history or the mystery. Whatever it may be, bring me to a lighthouse, show me something with an anchor on it and we’ll be best friends until the end.

10298877_10152414309893363_3234319371217711934_nThis past weekend was filled with so much love and laughter, that I can’t even express it in a blog post but I have learned one thing: ENJOY IT. I feel so often that I worry too much about the future and over-analyze my past. I compare myself to others constantly and am afraid that I’m not living my life to it’s full potential. I’m making a proactive effort to change my way of thinking. I’ve been reading so many “find yourself” articles lately, that I really do need to find myself before life continues to drift on by as quickly as it has been. Screw what everyone else is doing. I don’t want my biggest regret to be worrying about everyone and everything else, not going on those trips or spending that money. Not buying that lake property. Not moving to that city and getting that promotion.

So, after a long awaited much deserved (if I do say so myself) vacation to Duluth, MN – live it up people. Make memories with those you love. Take pictures. Take tons of pictures. Laugh, slip, fall down, and get back up. Climb that extra flight to get to the top. Fight for your happiness and make damn sure that smile is real.10309209_10152414281593363_8809544577189953159_n

Much love. -Oar

Wall “Pop” Art.

10245341_10152347801988363_85149871947422774_nAfter my successful make-your-own menu board, I had an itch to do more. So I did. My current bathroom color scheme is pinks, greys, and oranges. Girly, I know. I really love the yellow and grey theme too but just couldn’t decide and I ultimately opted for the pink theme. However, my bathroom was pretty empty. I had a few abstract paintings because I temporarily dipped my brush and thought I could paint. But I never really was pleased with the result. So the next best thing is fabric right? The pattern is already there. It looks simple yet classy.

IMG_5363And when I say simple, I really do mean it. I bought two 16″ x 20″ canvas’ and four 11″ x 8 1/2″. I also bought a half yard of simple abstract fabric and another half yard with flowers. The rest was literally the same concept as gluing buttons to paper but in the grown up version of hot glue and fake flowers.

I’ve posted a few pictures of the final result! I love them and can’t wait to do more once I decide what theme I want my “future” bedroom to be. Happy crafting everyone!

DIY Meal/Menu Board.

This is about two weeks in the making but I’ve been unusually busy lately.
[It’s a good thing!] Enjoy! ~Ori

Now, a heads up. This is my first instructional DIY. I didn’t realize until after the fact that I should have taken more photos. I’m going to write instructions for the entire process but I apologize on steps without photos. Here we go!

Inspiration:
Pinterest of course! I don’t really have a solid color theme in my kitchen right now due to the bland white walls of apartment living so I wanted to think for the long run. I love the idea of bright bold colors for my future kitchen. So that’s what I went with.

Purpose:
As you know, I’ve been trying for my entire life to get healthy and more recently I’ve noticed that I can do just fine [food wise] during the day. Breakfast, snack, lunch. It’s when I get home that I overindulge. I often forget to take out meat from the freezer the night before or we don’t have enough groceries. Or we are just plain too lazy to cook so we go out to eat. I’m hoping this will be the solution.

What You Need:
16 x 20 painting canvas
1/2 yard of fabric
4 – 5 pieces of colored paper (to correspond with your fabric.)
2 spools of ribbon (1 wider than the other, you’ll layer them.)
8-10 clothespins
Stickers (For the days of the week. I found letters for this one but you can use actual weekdays.)
Hot glue gun and glue
Glue stick or glue pen
Notepad (About 5 1/2″ long)
X-Acto Knife (I used my boyfriends Kobalt utility knife)
Small folded box (Mini-light boxes from Christmas work perfect!)

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1. You’ll start by placing the fabric face down on the surface you’re working on. Center the canvas [also upside down] on the fabric. Cut the fabric leaving about 1.5″ to 2″ of fabric around the entire perimeter of the canvas.

IMG_52722. Taking the hot glue gun, first glue down each corner. Then glue down the top and bottom. Once you have the top and bottom glued, you can glue each side. This is where I would recommend to pull the fabric a little bit so that it is snug around the entire canvas.

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3. A.Flipping the now fabric covered canvas over, cut and position the first row of ribbon about 3 inches from the side and place it vertically. [Use the thicker ribbon first.] You’ll flip over the canvas and hot glue it to the back. Just be sure that you keep your line straight.

3. B. Once that is finished, do the exact same process with the thinner strip of ribbon. Make sure that this thinner ribbon is centered within the thicker ribbon.

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4. Cut out seven circles. These will be used for the days of the week. You might need to adjust the size and shape depending on what kind of stickers you bought.

5. Put the stickers on the the circles [or whatever shape you decided on]. Using the hot glue gun again, center the shapes with stickers on the clothespins.

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6. Leaving about 5″ open at the top of the board. Glue the the clothes pins onto the strip of ribbon that you previously attached to the board. Make sure to lay them out on the board prior to gluing to ensure that you space them evenly.

7. A. Make a menu sign! I cheated and used fancy lettering in Microsoft Word, printed, and cut out the letters. But if you’re feeling extra creative you can definitely write or draw your own menu sign.IMG_5317

7. B. Your menu sign should be about 7″ to 8″ long and 3″ or so high. Get crafty with this! I cut out the letters, glued them onto yellow paper and then glued that onto the orange paper. [Don’t glue this to the board yet.]

IMG_53188. You’ll also make a “Meal Choices” sign and a “Grocery List” sign. I won’t go into much detail with this because it will vary on what you like. I would recommend that these each take up about a 4″ long and 2″ wide space. [Don’t glue this to the board yet.]

9. A. Remember those mini-lights that you used for Christmas and you NEVER put them back in the box? Now they can come in handy! Using a ruler, measure a 2.5″ depth all the way around the box and mark with a pen.

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9. B. Using your X-Acto knife, carefully cut around the entire box so that you have a nice little cutout square. You will then take some of the thick ribbon that you used previously and cover the box. This part is a little tricky and unfortunately I don’t have an picture for it but you can check out the end result to see what it’ll look like. I lined both the inside and outside with this ribbon.

**A few things that I do not have individual pictures on can be seen below in the final product. As always, you can alter as you see fit and per your individual style and design.**

10. A. I glued two more clothes pins kitty corner on the top left hand side of the board and snapped in the menu sign.

10. B. On the right hand side of the board, I would recommend positioning out your remaining pieces which would include two signs, your note pad, and ribbon covered box. I left a space in-between the grocery list and the box and put another clothespin with a handmade ribbon glued to the top. Change it up or do the same, whichever you like.

10. C. With some left over paper, go ahead and make menu entries. Make as many as you’d like. You can make them long or short, specific or not specific. I have listed some simple ideas below. The more specific you are the more you’ll have but than it will be easy to double or triple up. Any entries that you’re not using for that week can easily be stored in your handy box. [See bottom right.]


Menu Entry Ideas: Out To Eat. Something Easy. Shake N’ Bake Pork Chops. Peas. Corn On The Cob. New Recipe. Grilled Potatoes. Spaghetti and Garlic Toast. Potato Salad. Cantaloupe. Bananas. Tuna Melts. Tomato Soup. Soup and Sandwich. Pasta Night! Grill Out. Chicken Breasts. Mashed Potatoes. Honey Ham.

Hope you enjoyed reading through and creating your first DIY menu board! The same concept can be easily used and manipulated to make a children’s chore chart or summertime activity board. I’d love to see your finished product photos. Thanks!!

I Bought Shoes Instead Of Booze.

Last night a group of co-workers went to a local bar for some drinks and music. I heard it was a great time. I would have loved to go but I didn’t. Mainly because I didn’t want to spend the $25 or more on a taxi there and back, $7 on a cover charge, and who knows how much on drinks. And besides, I didn’t want to feel like shit today.

Although I’m ultimately glad that I chose to stay home, it bums me out. Am I that much of a loser? I’m only 24, am I acting like an old hag? Am I cheap? I mean, I wanted to go. I like my co-workers (most of them anyways) and it would have been hella fun but I didn’t want to waste my money on it.

Instead of dwelling on what I didn’t do, I went to Payless and bought some shoes. Good compromise? I think so. Although I missed out on some memories that were made, at least I have shoes to show for my money rather than a hangover. Right?

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The weekend has come to a close once again. I’ve noticed that it happens every five days or so. I live in what I like to call the “normal working world.” I work Monday through Friday, 8-5. Whenever someone asks me if I work tomorrow, meaning Monday, I feel like bonking them on the head with a mallet. Of course I work on Monday. Normal people work on Monday. I often think that people who don’t work the “norm” are either teenagers, night owls, or college kids. There are always exceptions. Nurses, doctors, lawyers; they all seem to have wacky hours but I’m assuming they went into those professions fully aware of what they were getting themselves into.

IMG_5285Anyways, before my “normal” period of time off otherwise known as a weekend ended, it was great. Saturday, I did some spring cleaning. I was going to say “sprung clung” but I have a feeling that one can’t past tense the word ‘spring’ and make a new word for ‘clean’ because cleaned didn’t sound right.

I also [a week and a half later] started on my meal board. I have to say, it looks fabulous so far. I am actually making two simultaneously so that I can sell the other when done. I am at a temporary standstill because I need to run to the store after work and get a few more supplies to finish the boards up. I’ll keep you updated and I plan on posting a step-by-step tutorial for everyone to follow and make their own. Can I just quit my job and become a professional crafter? Speaking of which, why on this green Earth have I not discovered the wonderful world of hot glue guns until just now? Amazing.

As we all know, I’m sure even the non-Christian world knows, that it was Easter Sunday yesterday. Why do we always say “Easter Sunday” anyhow? It’s always on a Sunday? We went home to each of our parents homes for the day. We visited with family, laughed, and ate until we had food babies – all that fun stuff. It felt so good to forget about the stresses of the non-weekend days. It was calming to be out in the sun and out of the city. Just the trees and the family. Peaceful and refreshing.

IMG_5312And today is Easter Monday. Coming back after a quick weekend always gives me a “mreh” feeling but I woke up happy and ready to make a count down for next weekend when I’ll see my brother walk down the prom aisle. Something, I didn’t think I’d ever see.

The Easter bunny came to the workplace over the weekend. I was surprised to receive a gift card, two free hours of PTO, and a eos lip balm. Score! To top it off, I also won the drawing for two Wiz Khalifa tickets and VIP parking. Is it my lucky day or what?

Good things come in good time.

Forget Me Not.

My completely random thought of the day occurred on the way back to work from a relaxing lunch break listening to the best of the best Afilio hits. I’m no scientist, never will be and I actually hope that extensive research has already been done but here it goes:

Alzheimer’s and/or dementia is one of those silly things that I fear. There are so many things in this world to ultimately die from or some disease to get..heart disease, ALS, tumors, cancer, etcetera. But what could be worse than literally losing your mind? Losing the memories. Losing the ability to function day to day. How to dress yourself or know who your children are. It’s absolutely debilitating.

My great grandma had Alzheimer’s. Now, I don’t know if that’s what she actually died from, I was young. But I do remember her before the onset of the disease. I don’t know when it started, I don’t even know how old I was when she died but I remember her remembering me. I remember the buttered saltine crackers she gave us every time we came over. I remember her showing us the secret hiding caves in the upstairs bedroom. I remember her clothes and her cookies.

I didn’t think about it then or even in the years since she died..about why or how she died. Recently, I’ve been thinking about memory loss because it scares me. Is it hereditary? I’m almost afraid to do the research on it but I will. There are moments where I don’t know what I want to say so I say something else instead. It doesn’t happen often, really it seems to only happen when I’m at home. The other day I asked my boyfriend to get me some ice cream and ketchup when really I meant ice cream and a spoon. Why did I say ketchup? There was no ketchup in sight. Does my brain turn it’s dial down when the door to the apartment unlocks at precisely 5:17 each week day? My boyfriend calls me out on it whenever it does happen but what’s the matter with me? Is it concerning or is my brain just not trying hard enough when I’m lounging on the couch? I know what I want to say but my voice doesn’t seem to be connected to my brain.

I kind of got into a rant there. What I’m wondering is if the science world has asked about music in relation to memory loss. I’m sure they have. They had to have, right? As I said, I was listening to “Enjoy” by Afilio on my way back to work this afternoon. As soon as that track came on it immediately brought me to the street you turn by Domino’s Pizza in Bemidji. I flashed back to the lost search for the hilly road where the concert was. It was held in some dudes garage. I remembered the damp grass and the gravel driveway. Where we parked, who we were with. I remember standing two feet away from Rob Matrious. I remember it all.

Listening to “Cleanin’ Out My Closet” by Eminem brings me back to sitting in the front seat of the car with my mom and Nick. It was in Warroad by the beach. And she told us that we better never EVER talk to her or treat her that way. That way that Mr. Mathers talked about his mom. I remember when I first heard “Without Me” at my aunt Angie’s when she had that office/scrapbooking/reading room. There was a door leading out to the backyard and the river.

Hearing the Marilyn Monroe version of “Happy Birthday” brings me back to the earliest memories of my uncle Troy singing it to me in person. For years, he’s called me on the phone. For years!  But before that, when I was in young, it was in person. Maybe it was only once, I don’t know. But I remember it.

Music brings me back. I couldn’t imagine hearing a song from the past and not connecting it to something. Even the most absurd of songs; “Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix A Lot,” it brings me back to the Roseau lunch room. Kristi, Alyssa, and I were sitting at a round table in the middle of the room and Kristi would recite the song word for word. She was wearing one of those velour t-shirts when they were cool.

Everything, everything can be brought back by a song, a lyric, or a beat. Can’t it?

I Am A Social Hobbit.

Does anyone know what a social hobbit is? I’ve brought it up in random conversation over the last few years and I always get stopped mid-sentence. “Wait, what?” No matter how I explain it, you won’t get it. Some kind of made up, weird way of thinking term I’m sure you’ll conclude. A social hobbit could be someone that internalizes things. Someone that is not being social in a social setting. It could mean the crabby kid in the corner or your dad on the couch at Christmas when he doesn’t want to play a board game. In 10th grade, my best friends name was Sam. I don’t know when exactly or what was going on in our lives but at some point, sometime in that year, the term social hobbit was coined by her. History lesson of the day, folks. Spread the word.

Over the weekend, I was able to cross off one of my bucket list items: A Pub Crawl. Considering that the only time I’ve ever gone “out” since my 21st birthday three years ago had been the creeper infested dive bar in Thief River a few times – this was the Hollywood party of parties in my short lived inexperienced bar life. I guess I had gone to The Hub in Fargo and been to a few concerts but I never did the whole drink until you blackout thing. By the time I turned 21, I was out of college and barely making it paycheck to paycheck so I really didn’t have the opportunity I guess you could say but that’s a whole other story.

Anyways, it was a great time. Our goal was to reach all 10 bars on the list by 6:00 PM so naturally we started at 11:30 in the morning. Believe me, it’s nothing to brag about! I went with some co-workers and a few of them also brought friends along. I won’t bore you with the classic alcohol induced stories but I’ll chalk it up to a good experience. It really was a great time. I met new people, everyone out and about was so warm and welcoming. I’m sure that the green beer helped with the unusual amount of friendliness but nevertheless, I enjoyed it.

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I didn’t get sloshed. I started coming down with a cold on Friday so I knew that I didn’t want to go all out. I wasn’t interested in spending $100 on booze and was conscious of the fact that I was downtown on a Saturday so I wanted to be aware of my surroundings. I found myself asking my inner voice if that’s weird. Was I being overly conscious? Am I really becoming an old maid because I don’t want to live like the world is my oyster? Deep down I was worried that I’d lose my keys, wallet, and ID. I was worried that my phone would die and I wouldn’t be able to call a taxi. I was worried that I’d spend more money than I wanted to. I was worried that I’d drink until I passed out cold.

None of those things have ever happened to me so why was I so aware of it? Through reflection from my first and probably only pub crawl experience, I had to remind myself that I’m more of an observer than a participant. Although I had a wonderful time I felt like I was on the outside of this secret invisible sheet of people. It brought me back to feeling like I was the outsider that got invited to the popular kids party.

It was almost like watching the huge party scene in The Great Gatsby. You felt like you were there but you really weren’t. You were just watching it from someone else’s point of view. It’s odd isn’t it? I wonder if this is a thing; if other people think like this. In a screwed up way, this has always prevented me from truly fitting in. I’ve had so many great moments and people in my life but I’ve always overanalyzed and over-thought every single detail of every single thing.

Somewhere inside it’s actually quite amazing. My mini-me hiding deep in my thought center keeps me safe but it also limits how I act and react in a social setting. I should visit with my mom and see if she had ever noticed this when I was a child and/or how I acted when I was in groups with other children.

All in all, I think it’s pretty cool that I crossed off a bucket list item even if some people had done so within hours hitting their big 21. Even though I doubt half of the people will remember the shy girl hanging around on Saturday night; I’ll never forget any of them. Their lives remind me of those having the time of their lives. Living in the moment, loving life, and experiencing everything. Kudos to being memorable!

Are you an observer or a participant? I’d love to hear your thoughts and feedback!

Sometimes You Just Have To Spread Your Wings And Fly.

I’ve been feeling a little uninspired lately. My last post wasn’t really about anything and this one probably won’t be much more exciting. I think it’s just because we’re literally in the dead of winter. There isn’t anything to do around here and anything worth doing doesn’t seem too appealing thanks to the insane wind-chills that we’ve been experiencing. Yes, I know. Excuses, excuses.

Last night I was trying to brainstorm something to write about and after a conversation with my boyfriend, I wondered if I should talk about phobias. But I don’t know anymore. I visited my mom today and we talked about my anxiety with snakes. A little bit about why and where it came from specifically an incident that happened a little over a year ago. Now, coming home and quietly sitting here smelling the clean aroma of our freshly washed blankets and sheets; I don’t even want to dig into the painful topic of my “phobia.”

Speaking of fresh laundered linen; I realized walking into our apartment building tonight with my laundry in tow that it somehow reminded me of fresh baked buns that my grandma always makes. This might call for a classic Girl Code #IsThatWeird hashtag but since we’re mid-paragraph; it probably isn’t necessary.

Have any of you ever read those blogs that make it mainstream? What makes them get so far ahead of others? I admit; I’m not the greatest when it comes to reading blog after blog after blog but I do occasionally take a dip and see what’s happening in the world and I find that so many of them really aren’t that spectacular. Take Perez Hilton for example: Celebrity wanna-be and his blog is full of ludicrous bullshit. I find myself mostly geared toward travel type blogs and food critics. I think I like them more because I find them more realistic and dream worthy.

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Speaking of dreams, whenever I go home to visit my mom I find myself day dreaming a lot more which I love. Today we brainstormed destinations and/or mini-vacations. We looked at our local flight options and talked about how cool it’d be to go on an Amtrak. It might sound a little silly in the year twenty-fourteen but other than “on the road” with my dad; neither of us have really been anywhere far let alone an airplane or a train.

Why does traveling seem so scary? It’s probably more of a nervous thing over any other feeling. Nervous that the flight might be cancelled or if there are weight restrictions. Nervous about finding our way around or experiencing as much as we can wherever we’re at. I think we’re at a slight learning curve when it comes to traveling. The great thing though is that we both are determined to go somewhere sometime soon.

Driving home tonight I was imagining walking around Chicago or New York City. I imagined going for a swim on a Lake Havasu beach or flying over the Grand Canyon. I smiled at the adventure we could have during Mardi Gras in New Orleans or the breathtaking peacefulness of a week in Hawaii.

Where do you want to travel to? What was your first “vacation” like? Was it a dream come true or did you experience problems? Did you go through a travel agency or just wing it? Looking for some feedback tonight, lets here it!

Everyone Sees Things Differently.

I got a little sidetracked last night. After work, I had two choices. I could either wait around until Channing got done with work – maybe sit in my car, mosey around a store or two. OR. I could go home, sit on my butt, and watch three shows on my DVR. Instead of either, I took a little drive outside of town. The only time I really go out of the city, is because I’m going home to visit my parents or on the interstate of see my brother, Nick.

So I tried something different. I headed on 32nd and just kept going. I’d never gone in that direction any further than the Flying J so it was pretty fun. Who would have thought that only five miles past the interstate; you’d hit the beautiful flat plains of the North Dakotan country land. I wanted to chase the sun. It was beautiful out, we reached 33 degrees yesterday. The sun was big and bright. The sky was blue. Real beauty. As I just kept driving, I was reminded of the peaceful feeling of nothing around.

I should have brought my camera because some of the views were just breathtaking. Check out my favorite versions below. I plan on doing this again soon with my actual camera and more time to spare. Enjoy.

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Music Guru.

losing-your-marbles-colorfulrDriving on the interstate with the music to the max and the roads dry is one of the most relaxing moments in my hectic, stress filled life. If you ask me on any given day, I won’t be shy about how much I hate driving. But there’s a difference between driving in town and driving on the open road. I dislike just about everything about my daily commute. I drive twice as much as I need to for reasons that I don’t really want to go into detail about and I’m just so impatient that I turn into a wild mess when getting around town.

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However, when you throw me on the interstate, I’m good to go. I could drive on it for hours and hours provided that I have a good set list on my iPod, no construction, and the left lane is free. Fill my tank and I’ll put the pedal to the metal.

I visited my brother Nick in Fargo on Saturday. My trip was short which makes me sad but we always make a point to do some driving around town and he updates me on his current play list. He’s my music guru. Heck, he’s probably the influence for 99% of the music I’ve ever listened too. We took a stroll downtown and he showed me around to a couple places his roommate and him have gone. We browsed around in a pretty sweet antique store and reminisced about the “antiques” from the late 80’s and early 90’s. It’s crazy to see that the stuff we played with, in what only seems like a couple years, is nearly two decades old. Man, we’re getting up there!

Smile Kid!

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When I volunteered to take my brothers senior pictures, I didn’t realize how much of a challenge it was going to be. I’ve loved taking photos for as long as I can remember but I’ve never felt comfortable taking pictures of people. I guess I never went and sought out models so I never really had any practice. I have primarily focused any and all picture taking towards landscapes or flowers or buildings, stuff like that. Anything but people. And I’ve loved it. I take pride in my eye for a good picture and spend a lot of time on editing to make each photo just right.

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But when I finally took some time tonight to check out the pictures Logan and I took this summer, boy oh boy was I in for a challenge. The sun was our biggest challenge. Although it was an absolutely beautiful day, that meant hot, rosy cheeks for my brother. I’m taking my time on the pictures though to be sure not to butcher them or wash out his face.

It’s a great learning experience, that’s for sure. Once I finish this bout, I’d like to assess the results and improve my skills. If I’m being honest with myself; I’m a little disappointed because I pride myself in seeing things just right. And out of a hundred or so photos, only a handful are actually going to produce quality work. I hope he likes them or we’re in big trouble!!

I’ll update with more photos once I finish but here’s a sneak peak.

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Boho-Chic.

IMG_4179 4My day didn’t go as planned as I hoped it’d go. I intended on taking down the Christmas decor, washing three loads of laundry including the bedding, and going grocery shopping. As I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, none of those things happened. How were they supposed to if I didn’t make a point of completing them? That just means that my “take it easy day” was today rather than tomorrow.

BUT, I did finish my 2nd scarf and surprisingly I’ve had two people ask what it’d cost to make one. Wow, huh!? I was surprised. I mean, yeah, down the road I think it’d be fun to make these and sell them at craft shows but I honestly didn’t think someone would approach me for one. Very cool!

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So I’ll be meeting up with someone tomorrow to pick out yarn with my first customer and I’ll get to work on my first commissioned project. I plan on selling it to her pretty cheap just because she was one of the first to ask about it and quite honestly, I haven’t thought of a selling strategy or pricing scale yet. Either way, it’ll feel rewarding to know that someone is wearing something that I made. That I made! Who knows, maybe it’ll be a conversation starter. I could only hope!

So let me ask you, looking at this posts photos and the last, what would you realistically value these types of crocheted scarves at? If you’re like me, I’d prefer to see something with my hands first than make a split second decision but I do feel like these photos accurately show what the product is. The yarn costs about $5 total. Keep in mind that the yarn price varies depending on the type but I ultimately want to come to a universal cost that covers both the product supplies and the labor. Let me know!

A Hook And Yarn.

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Even though this was made pre-2014, I still wanted to share since I made some improvements on it tonight. (My “Do-Something” for the day!) I actually finished this in four hours on Sunday night so it wasn’t too long ago. One of my cousins wore one to our family Christmas last weekend and it looked super fun and very cute. This is what actually got my wheels turning on the entire new found hobbies for the new year thing-a-ma-jig. Thanks, Anna!
This was my first shot at crochet since high school. Add another big thanks to the World Wide Web, I was able to quickly re-teach myself the slip knot. I attempted using two different spools of yarn for a thicker look. The only fault in that was that I would have probably benefited by buying a larger hook.

I initially made this as an infinity scarf and wore it to work on Monday. I got quite a few compliments on it but found throughout the day that I had gotten some pieces twisted up which made it kind of a nuisance. So tonight, I undid the connecting area in the back and made it into a thicker scarf rather than the infinity style. I actually prefer this one better and think it turned out pretty sweet considering my first jab at it in seven years!

Scarf number two is in the works! More posts to come.