The Quiet Wisdom of Tiny Joys.

Sometimes I forget to turn off the radio or click off the tv, finding myself inundated with news almost constantly somewhere in the background. I want to know what’s happening, when it’s happening and whom it’s happening to. I want to know what’s going on outside my little bubble and love being aware of the events of the globe, even though many times I do not love the events themselves. The stories of war and death and sadness are always fitted around snippets of pop culture or live interviews with people on the street to soften our reality.

In these moments of turning media off, I often find myself really, truly appreciating what I find in its absence. A conversation over a cup of coffee, a nostalgic game of Battleship, hanging out with my cat, cheering at a basketball game. These moments that we take for granted become technicolor once we stop to feel the warmth of the mug or the sound of a cat’s purr or the way your feet inexplicably stick to the floor in giant stadiums.

I think that somehow in just enjoying the day-to-day activities of our lives, the moments that seem ordinary, we honor the struggles of those in other parts of the world. We realize that there is nothing to be taken for granted in the seemingly rote and routine parts of our days and enjoy them in the stillness when our radios and televisions are clicked off.

After we’ve soaked in the familiar parts of our daily activities, we can turn the radio or television on to watch sports and bet on sites like 카지노 사이트 or perhaps pick up the paper. For in caring about what happens outside our individual bubbles, we are one step closer to being part of true change. In going from our private lives into better understanding the lives of others, we recognize that everyone deserves these tiny moments of joy, love and relaxation. Honoring the everyday can bring us closer to those that seem so distant or different, because we realize what it means to be free. We realize our work isn’t done once we know the facts, so we begin to dialogue and create and learn, looking for ways to make their days just as simple and as boring and as delicious as our own.

A Stitch in Time.

Thanks to the wonders of email and the internet, sometimes you come across things that are just too awesome not to share. After trying for awhile to come up with something pithy to write about this, I decided that the text on the history of the Ohio Knitting Mills in Cleveland, Ohio should be best left to them:

Founded by Harry Stone in 1928, the Ohio Knitting Mills grew to become one of the country’s largest knitwear producers, and was at the center of Cleveland, Ohio’s thriving garment industry. Three generations of the Stone-Rand family ran the Mill for 76 years, producing knitwear for iconic department stores from Sears to Saks, and revered labels like Pendleton, Van Heusen, and Jack Winter.

The Ohio Knitting Mills took up an entire city block, and employed up to 700 workers. Their products ranged from the sublime to the everyday, and from 1947 -1974 the mill’s production and creativity were at a peak- knitting up caps, capes, sweaters, shirts, vests, dresses, and pants with bold colors, inventive patterns, quality materials, innovative techniques and a good dose of a strong Midwestern work ethic.

After World War II, the Mill plucked samples of each style they produced and put them into storage. Five decades later, this archive had grown into a vast collection of remarkable design artifacts, representing mainstream fashion from the classic 40’s, fab 50’s, swinging 60’s, and funky 70’s. We’ve opened this time capsule, and offer to you our collection of perfectly preserved American fashion and industrial craftsmanship. (Text from here).

I was especially happy to note that one of the family’s plants in Minnesota made Mr. Roger’s cardigans. Like most children of the 70s, I was so in love with Mr. Rogers. But he lost me whenever he went into the creepy Neighborhood of Make Believe with the creepy puppets. If you, too, are a fan of Mr. Rogers’ and would like a similar cardigan to one that the man himself wore, then check out this little gem below. Although Mr. Rogers clearly seems to favor the zipped cardigan over the button-up one (discovered after extensive internet photo research-Who knew?), they still look pretty much the same.

And for the ladies, there are some truly wonderful items that are “limited edition” (there were under 40 found in the mill) and “premium vintage” (last one left). Bizarrely enough, I swear my grandmother has this top still, and is still just as bright and patriotic as in the photo. The men’s items are only available in “premium vintage. In case you’re keeping up, why yes, I do turn 34 next month! And really would look adorable in this.

Hoorah for discovering old wonderful things in great condition that bring you back to the past. An even bigger hoorah for realizing that items from the past should be cherished instead of dumped. What a lovely bit of textile exploration and discovery this find must have been! Could you imagine what we would find if the items from all the mills that have closed over the past century had kept their stock? I’d like to think if we did, then maybe people might begin to understand that textiles are not just something “Made In China.”

P.S. If this has you jonesing for some more Mr. Rogers, you can see a clip of the Neighborhood of Make Believe here. In case that weirds you out, too, (I couldn’t watch the whole thing) the Introduction to Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood is here.

welcoming the familiar and the familial.

So it’s almost Thanksgiving here in the U.S., my most favorite of holidays for reasons like snuggliness and hugs and warm sweaters. Tomorrow I head to the Georgia coast, which means a few extra special things like late night talks with my grandfather when everyone’s asleep, knitting with my grandmother, long solo walks on the quiet beach, watching the sea for the dolphins that always come at dawn and dusk.

And if I’m extra lucky, it also means spending an hour or two walking around and taking photos of the Southern gothic beauty of the Christ Church grounds and hearing all the family stories I never tire of even though I know them by heart.

After all the food has been eaten and the football watched and the whiskey consumed and the naps had on Thursday, it will be Black Friday. There are many sites online with coupons for the shopping day to end all shopping days like here and here. Many sites that help you with your day after Thanksgiving bring-on-the-holidays spendiness.

But what about actually celebrating Buy Nothing Day instead? Not just participating in the no spending activities, but actually enjoying the day itself? What about taking a day to enjoy all the things around you that don’t cost money?

How many more shirts do you really need? In this world where we are lucky enough to be able to drive to the store down the street and choose between 30 different brands of peanut butter, why spend a day off fighting just to consume more? You could be listening to old family stories again, remembering them for when you’ll be the only one to recite them, or curling up on the couch with an old blanket and your favorite book.

What about choosing not to buy new new new, and enjoying the tiny wonderful things that are on offer nearby, at arm’s length, and for free instead? What about daring to enjoy what’s in front of you instead trying to replace it for a new shiny moment? What about daring to be okay with what you have instead of looking for more? These tiny notions of rebellion and resistance are where life is to be enjoyed, honored and fully lived.

the sweet sweet end of summer.

The other day my friend Kerri and I had ice cream for dinner at Maple View Farm.

We figured that since when we were kids we used to beg to eat ice cream for dinner, it was only suitable to purposely accomplish this on a hot summer night. As a result? We were treated to a sweet sweet sunset along with ice cream goodness at the tail of summer.

So we ate ice cream, talked about where we thought we’d grow up to be when we were kids, mused over whether we were on track with our 1985 dreams and watched the sun go down until it disappeared. Lovely.

Lately:
*Hecho a Mano (via Extreme Craft)
*Reading posts on Craft Unbound
*Learning about cool parents who teach schoolkids art
*The coolness of Kayte Terry’s Complete Embellishing
*A clock shaped like the queen for sale at the lovely Oak

*Wishing I could teleport to NYC tonight for Knitting Jam at the Chelsea Art Museum
*Am apparently the last human on earth not to have finished Rob Walker’s Buying In. So good!

Not necessarily sweet, but still awesome: Coming across an mp3 of Pantera’s “Walk”, I’m rocking it old school like its 1993 this evening…
Mp3 found over at Soundtrack to the End of the World via Faythe.

weekend odds n’ sods.

If you’ve never had the pleasure of spending time in the American Southeast during the summer, you’ve never seen the world slow down right before your eyes. Drink water with ice that melts in what seems like seconds, put on flip-flops, slather on sunscreen, close the door don’t let the air conditioned air out, squint your eyes to meet the hothot sun.





1. My first glimpse at my baby tomatoes!
2. New curry and coriander plants, old pots
3. Olive’s 2nd birthday (no, she didn’t actually eat the cupcake)
4. My “bedshelf” continues to grow out of control, newly added to the stack:

*The Culture of Make Believe, Derrick Jensen
*Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience, Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
*The Knife Man: The Extraordinary Life and Times of John Hunter, Father of Modern Surgery, Wendy Moore




Other things of note (fairly) recently:

*The work of Gretchen Elsner
*Nina Katchadourian’s Mended Spiderwebs
*WSJ Opinion column, Gay Marriage is Good for America
*Flying Mayan burrito recipe (Sweet potatoes and black beans, who knew?)
*In the Middle of the Worldwind (Thanks to the Journal of Aesthetics & Protest!)
*Rob Walker’s Buying In: The Secret Dialogue Between What We Buy and Who We Are (Listen to him talk with Diane Rehm here.)

On repeat on the stereo, Santogold’s self-titled album. Holy hell, she is awesome.