When you need 600ml of rhinestones... I'm a magpie, not a minimalist, and there are some bits and bobs that I'm drawn to no matter how extraneous to my life they seem. I might only wear a handful of rhinestones a few days a year, but piled haphazardly in a beaker for the other 365 makes them a single unit of pleasure that glints and sparkles on top of a pile of books in my bookcase no matter the season.
The secret project went public—we're bringing our neighborhood thrift store back!—but I still low key like taking cryptic photos. It'll be a while (or a blink!) before Old School by Steeple People opens its doors and we've got some work to do before we're all shoulder-to-shoulder with neighbors again looking at secondhand records and sweaters and cooking pans. Before the snow all melts, it's happening! It's real!
The plastic orange bristles are from those sidewalk clearing machines that use circular brushes to remove snow down to concrete. They do the best job of any machine in my observation, but once they lose bristles, it's often bunches at once, bright against snow. Last winter was the first time I noticed them, grabbing a sprig of blue ones off Hennepin for me and one for a friend. Since then, I've seen green, pink, and red. This winter's goal is to collect as many as I can, both to prevent plastic waste (it's horrible, people!) and because I've got some ideas for art pieces with them. If you see them around and want to pick them up for me, I'd be most appreciative!
Things are looking up and I should be able to post more ~~~ #happify
I realized the other day I hadn't oiled my cutting boards in at least a year. It's something I like to do, because the process not only makes them work better, but it's a way of meditating on them as objects. We have such easy access to so much stuff and we're so disconnected from the materials and energy and human labor behind it. Engaging like this with what we own is what I think of as conscious or responsible consumerism. Wearing things in rather than wearing them out. The boards are thrifted. I sanded them down by hand when I first got them. The stuff I use is a mix I made years ago of foodgrade mineral oil and beeswax. I'd be unlikely to use that same combo again but I haven't yet thought/researched what I'd use instead. I keep it in an Arc working glass, which is my standard for so many uses: reusable coffee mug, container for leftovers at a restaurant, extra scobys in the fridge, soaking beans, homemade lotion, etc etc etc.
One of my favorite buildings, one of my favorite trees, some of my favorite light spilling onto both. There's a lot of new housing going in nearby, after decades of wealthier homeowners using their clout and connections to systemically push out (and keep out!) poorer residents and renters. I used to live a few blocks from here in a dilapidated triplex owned by a delinquent landlord who didn't pay the mortgage and didn't fix the house either. But the location was great and the rent was low, even forced to pay for a parking spot I had no use for. When he kicked us out, this was one building I wanted to check out, but it was nearly twice what I'd been paying. The small core of privileged people who've dominated our city processes for decades have set us up for the (affordable) housing crisis we face: blocking any new apartments, pushing for downzoning, reducing the density and walkability of buildings that have gone in, giving each other loans to turn affordable triplexes like the one I used to live in into single family mansions, pushing to force landlords to include parking and pass the costs on to renters (each parking space adds tens of thousands of dollars to the cost) all while complaining about the blight of renters like me. Unsurprisingly, we've hit a pinch point. This building is with a few blocks of 7 bus lines, less than a mile from downtown and the lakes, within easy walking distance of everything you could need. Who wouldn't want to live here? Even with a handful of new apartment buildings going in finally, it's just no match for the demands of reurbanization. Demand far outstrips supply. Instead of finding ways to increase the number of homes available (convert single family mansions back to their historical duplex and triplex status? Incentivize putting apartment buildings where parking lots languish? Streamline zoning so that more multi-family homes can go in on small lots?) the same voices that have removed housing units and fought against more housing for decades are blaming the new buildings and those building them for "gentrification" and for rising rents. Mpls can do better. We have to.
Take a look at this incredible design by a SLOHS alum for REACH Club. Great reminder to take a deep breath and ride the wave and let go of the stress. #connectbewell #reachclub #stressedteens #makingcaringcommon #makingcaringcommonproject #greatergood #calpolyslo #happify #loms #lagunalancers #lagunamiddleschool #morrobayhighschool #slohs #slohsasb
I'm super happy with the zero waste wreath I made last year out of thrifted and found materials. The curly wire frame I passed in the street while walking with @joyfulridersclub last year over in an industrial part of Minneapolis —it caught my eye, I talked about it to companions, and 40 feet later, I ran back to grab it. Being self-conscious is the enemy of successful street-gleaning and trash-picking and life-living generally. I shaped it into a wreath, then added thrifted decorative wire and ornaments from Steeple People (I miss them this year but so excited for their new Old School space!). Some old twist-ems were also involved. The wreath has a lovely kinesthesia to it too, as some of the ornaments swing a bit, and I like how visually open it is. And the bee doorhanger reminds me of my cousin, who raised bees. ❤️
I snuck up on this plant for a photo a few days ago, then stepped away to find my mitten covered in about a dozen burrs. I didn't even realize I'd gotten close enough to touch it! Somehow it made me very happy, in the way that playing a game I love with a really strong opponent does—well-played, beautiful burred plant! (Of course I put the burrs in a reusable produce bag I had with and brought them home to make a little garland!)
무농약 노지 감귤파이 예약 주문 개시~!! 해피파이의 계절파이들 중에 가장 깨끗하고 향긋한 맛을 자랑하는 노지감귤파이 시즌이 돌아왔습니다~^^ 제주 바닷바람이 실어오는 짠 소금기까지도 은은히 배어있는 노지감귤만의 맛과 향을 살리기위해서 우리 계절파이 중 유일하게 그 어떤 장식도, 미장도 없이, 오로지 노지감귤의 맛을 파이 한 판에 온전히 담았습니다. 오늘부터 예약받아 내주부터 출하 시작합니다~!! ^^ (단감파이는 12.10까지 주문 받습니다) 가격: 32,000원/판 + 택배비 건당 2,500원 예약 및 주문 전화: 070-7517-7129 #노지감귤파이 #힐링파이 #해피파이 #계절스페셜파이 #겨울파이 #자연주의파이 #파이토케미칼 #미리크리스마스 #해피뉴이어 #해피한연말연시 #해피파이선물 #happify ? #HappyPie ! #수제파이 #부천수제파이 #파이선물 #파이그램 #감귤파이 #먹스타그램 #맛스타그램 #부천수제파이맛집
Lunch between climate resiliency conversations: grapefruit, carrots, avocado, and a bulk black tea from a cooperatively owned farm in Nepal. I've been searching for conversations around climate resiliency and social cohesion and change at this scale (city/region) for years. I'm so excited to be connecting with lots of people thinking about the same things that it's honestly hard to eat! It's the nexus of and prism through which I approach so many of my passions: walkability, zero waste, zoning/land use, repair, transit, graphic design, racial justice, social change, sewers and infrastructure, community connection... I'm a ball of energy. Gah!
One way to #LightUpTheLOVE is by supporting a cause near and dear to your heart. Plus a #LUTL Bonus! When you give to others the gift of improved wellness is returned to you. Repost via @happify: When we volunteer, we contribute to the lives of others, as well as our own! Volunteering flexes our altruism muscles as well as keeps us social—both of which have health benefits! . . #globalmovement #givingtuesday #happify #givingtuesday2017 #kindnessmatters #lovematters #volunteerwork #volunteering #giveback
I was heading to dinner near Franklin via Lagoon but there was no way I could walk any direction besides west with this sunset in front of me. By the time it set, I was a half mile out of my way and feeling lucky for the delay. My first string of 10+ miles days since early August has me feeling happy and connected.
This creature and I are making the same face about the hat in progress. I somehow cast on one short and then didn't notice that my triangles were getting funky at the line switch until this point, because it was all rote. Except new rote, where I haven't done this before, so had no idea of how success and failure might look different. And since the meeting I was in was intense, I didn't examine it for quite some time. So I frogged it and am starting over. (I also want to play around with the triangle proportions.)
Teaching myself intarsia on circulars on the treadmill with reclaimed thrifted yarn (deconstructed sweaters out of fabric recycling). Just what I needed to relax. Making things up as I go: 1. No frogging this even if it's too small or not The Hat. 2. More BIPOC shows. More revolutions. More believing I have something to offer that others will value. 3. This pattern, which I think is going to be an inserted color mirror of the red hearts on the base with the grey dots in yellow as the mirror line.
My thumb cracked badly as soon as the temps dropped, something to do with me sewing and knitting as I walk in all weather. The tip of the dominant hand thumb is a hard spot for a bandaid to stay put (I tried about three times), plus I didn't want the plastic waste. I've been playing around with how to bandage it with fabric scraps to let it heal and I think I've finally found the right shape and size! It have to do a how-to, but it's an oddly shaped scrap of knit cotton left over from cutting worn out camisoles into tissues. (Also pictured, a repair on my thrifted vintage 50¢ backpack. Both thumbs and backpacks get used hard!)
The ice was splitting apart again, fissuring in today's warm weather. There's beauty in intimacy with a place, with learning its shifts and heaves, in returning day after day not out of a sense of ownership or control but curiosity and love. Sometimes I'm saddened by how thoroughly cars disconnect us from each other and the spaces between us. But mostly I'm excited, because we have so much to rediscover as we reconnect! 😍