Trying a new stitch I found in a stitch dictionary from 1967 called the cell stitch. I like it. Now if i can get it to work in the round we will really have something.
I am a chronic insomniac.
Sometimes I get a solid restful nights sleep, but usually I am a super light sleeper. The small clink of my husband’s belt when he changes into his pj’s wakes me up.
More than sound the thing that bothers me is light.
The alarm clock set to dim feels light like a spotlight burning through my eyelids. I have black out curtains in my room to keep out street lights and the headlights of passing cars. But Chris comes to bed several hours after I do and then he lays in bed and reads. Ugh…
I’m a book lover, and never want to stop anyone from reading before bed but lord help me the 5 watt bulb on the nightstand felt like sleeping on the surface of the sun. We have since moved onto a Kindle Paperwhite, but even that on it’s dimmest setting bothers me.
So I use a sleep mask. I feel a bit like a weenie about it. It is kind of like sleeping in a cave – with black out curtains and a sleep mask – but it prevents me from being a total bear in the morning.
Download the Pattern
I found this pattern online, in the Craftster Forums (here is a link to the original post). To make things easier on you I’ve listed the PDF file with the pattern below for download
The only changes I made were to use 16 inches of elastic instead of 14 because I have a really big head and 14 was way tight on me.
Beginnings are just about the hardest thing ever.
I have started a blog about a dozen times. I have written smart posts, inspiring posts and posts that are mostly pictures.
It is hard to come up with another new beginning blog post where the only readers will be my family – if I even tell them I’ve started a new blog.
That leaves me wondering how this time will be different than any of the other blogs I’ve started. The truth? Me. Every other time I had delusions of grandeur, a set of goals so big I couldn’t keep pace with my own expectations. Leaving the blogs empty, dying the 21st century death of empty blogs filled with apology posts.
I’m turning 32 in a few months (May 3 for anyone who wants to send gifts) and I am done with trying to be the version of me I think people want to see.
I am just me.
I am not perfect, and I can’t choose just one art to love. I can’t stop eating chocolate (though I have recently gone off my anti depressants Go ME!). So this blog is about all of my art. Like it or don’t. This one is for me.