Three is a magic number

Some blessings are too big for blog posts.

So I guess we’ll start with an invitation: Fave and I would like to invite you to a birthday party.  A surprise party, really, since the guest of honor doesn’t have a clue.  A party for somebody precious, and awesome, and wildly loved.  Somebody tiny, who will need you.  You, after all, are our village.

I’ve been thinking a lot about villages lately, these nights when I’m kept awake by the alien stretchings of change behind my belly button.  I’ve been thinking about so many of you, and how completely beautiful you are – our imperfect, varied, opinionated, brilliant family – the perfection of your placement in our lives is so obvious and humbling and appreciated I can’t even begin to explain it to you.

It takes a village, and I’m so very grateful for ours.

So come October, you’re invited to join the celebration, the big hooray (!) that is the birth (and life) of our daughter or son.  He or she might have Favorite’s eyes, or my smile, but I’m hoping he’ll (she’ll) also have your sense of humor, your relentless hope, your ability to see value in everyone, your crazy dance moves, the influence of your political opinions or philosophy or faith or open mind, your culinary talent, your crafty genius, your head for math, your musical presence, your unique whatever it is that is so preciously, valuably different from what Fave and I can offer on our own.

It takes a village, and we’re so blessed, so very, very blessed that you’re ours.  I’m so excited for this baby, excited that he or she (take a guess!  Bragging rights can be yours!) will get to be part of our crazy community.  So excited for what our kid gets to learn from all of you.  So grateful to have you in this with us.

Gah!!!!!  We’re having a baby!!!!!!!!!  :) :) :)

love.

One Whole Year

you are the cheese to my macaroni

you are the horizon to my sky

you are the bacon to my eggs, you are the laces to my sneakers

you are the jelly to my peanut butter

you are the smile to my face

you are the gravy to my mashed potatoes, you are the bubbles to my bath

you are the milk to my cookie, you are the ink to my pen

you are the ketchup to my french fry, you are the water to my ocean

A year ago today I married the very best man.

 And though we’ve cried a little, and even had a fight or two, and grown a lot, overall, love, I’d say it’s been easy.  Because everything in my life is easier, and better…

so much better,
with you.

You’re my Favorite.

I love you so.

love.

Fashion Remix: Pattern

Hello and welcome to another exciting fashion remix.  I’m your host, Karyn, and today we’re going to talk about pattern.

You heard me.  Pattern

“But, but, BUT…” you say, “Pattern is not versatile.  Pattern is not remix friendly!  Pattern is single purpose.  Pattern is doom!”  Chill out, you.  Pattern is your friend.  Pattern is plenty versatile, plus, it will make you happy.  Really.  Trust me.

Here we have some old friends back again to play: The Beat Up Brown Boots.  The Dark Skinny Jeans.  The Belt.  The Cozy Cowl.  All folks we know and love.  And we introduce:

The Neutral Long Sleeve T: Get some.  I like the henleys from H&M for $8 because they’re long, but you can get a long sleeve tshirt in basically any store anywhere.  Light gray, navy, and white are my go to colors.  You might like black.

The Patterned Cardigan: Your cardigan doesn’t have to look like mine.  Mine is too long for some of you, and has no buttons, which isn’t always the best.  The point is, get something with some color and a little crazy to it.  Brighten up your life a bit.  I’ll show you later just how versatile she can be.

Keys to this outfit: Belt keeps me from looking like a box.  Long cardigan over skinny jeans = dress over tights, as far as hip flattering goes.  Skinny jeans to tuck into boots (no bunching your straights in there).  Cowl doesn’t match.  On purpose.  Which make it look like you aren’t trying quite so hard.

And dude, check out this lighthouse!

love.

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Big Snowy Owl

Say hello to my little friend:

This fluffy, wonderful guy is Big Snowy Owl.  Big Snowy Owl was this year’s Christmas present for the fabulous niecelings, and I’ll admit, I miss him a bit.  But here’s the good news:  he’s only a three hour knit!  Um, how fantastic is that?

You can find the pattern (for free!  Round of applause for free!) at the Purl Bee, or by just clicking here.  You can use their yarn, or find a snuggly, budget friendly alternative somewhere near by.  I had to go acrylic for this guy to avoid wooling the vegans.  :)   As you can see, he’s really not very little at all, and squishy and cozy and friendly and great.  He’s also super emo in these pics.  Owls are like that.

go knit’em, Tiger.

love.

 

Port Townsend

Friends and lovelies -

It occurred to me that I never shared the photos from Fave and my journey to Port Townsend last fall.  It was maybe the most incredibly beautiful weekend I’ve ever seen.  If oceans and history are your kind of thing, you should probably go weekending there soon.  I’ll let the pictures do the selling:

love.

Hold. On. Tight.

In the grand scheme of things, I’m a pretty peaceful person.  I believe in our big God, and I believe in his love for me.  I’m hopelessly optimistic 99.9% of the time.  I celebrate tiny ridiculous happy things.  I jump around a lot.  I’m not super worried about dying, or how my life will ultimately turn out.  I’m a happy little camper.

Unless you want to get specific.

I can worry about specifics with the best of them.  Because the big picture is one thing, but what about that next, singular big thing that I really, really, really want to do or have go well or get or escape from?  When we get down to specifics, well, sometimes I’m not so specifically peaceful afterall.

Here’s what trusting God with the little things looks like for a control freak:

Step one: Stress out about something, be it work-related, life-related, some sort of party, some big project, a test, an interview.  Work self into a tizzy.

Step two: Cry.

Step three: Begin to feel helpless and realize it can’t be done alone.

Step four: Pray.  Pray something along the lines of “Father God, I’m going to give this to you, because I know it already belongs to you, and I love you and I’m trusting you to carry this through.  Plus, you’re really great.”

Step five: Feel slightly better, but continue to act like a control hungry maniac and micro manage every possible detail until collapsing into a heap of exhausted, war-torn, weary sad and sorry girl mess.

Because, sure, I trust that ultimately God will take care of me, but, well, <gasp, sob> what if this thing doesn’t happen the way I want it to?

Anybody else?

The Bible has a lot to say about freedom: freedom for captives, freedom from worry, freedom from sin, freedom from death.  It was for freedom that Christ has set us free, it says, and I believe that.  I want to be free.  I want to take that freedom and superglue it to all those specific places where I’m fearful, the places where I have a plan and I’m afraid, so afraid, that God’s plan won’t line up with, well, mine.  I want to darn up all the holey places in my faith with that otherworldly, holy wholly heavenly freedom.  I want to wear it and live it and celebrate it and yell it.

I want.  I want.  I want.  Control…control…control…

Father God, teach me that freedom is born of surrender.  Take my plans and my fears and my control and shred them, burn them, and replace them with only your freedom.  Speak into all my safeguarded specifics and rob me of my ownership of them.  Take the frickin wheel.  Help my unbelief.

Unclench my fists and inhabit my hands and make me only yours.

love.

Fashion Remix: Mother-in-Law Chic

Oh hey kids.

Time for another exciting Fashion Remix.  With some more inspired modeling:

So we have some old friends here: The Stripey Shirt, The Beat Up Brown Boots, The Cozy Cowl (albeit in a different color…) and The Belt, with a few new friends!  Introducing:

The Bright Skirt: I love red for skirts, but any bright color will do.  This one actually belonged to my stylish mother-in-law, Laura.  I love the high waist and the fit-and-flare hip action, and the belowtheknee length – no worrying about running around and unintentionally flashing folks.

The Black Tights: You should probably have about 10 pairs of these if you live in a place with winter.  I get mine at Costco and I love them.  DKNY microfiber, thick, opaque, practically indestructible.

There you have it.  Now you’re super styling.  BTW, black and red is not my favorite color combo, but when you add touches of brown, I’m all for it.  Try it out.

Also, here’s a pic of me and the guy who decided he should be in the pictures too.  Enjoy.

love.

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A little link lovin’

Friends-

Here is a photo of my niece looking like she’s surviving the Great Depression for you to ponder over the weekend.  And a few other things worth your time to check out.  Wishing you snow (the kind that sticks) and snuggles and a whole lot of joy.

This soup looks a little amazing.

This is a spot on awesome lamp DIY that you should do immediately.

Perfect, sweet little muffins of joy.

Unbelievably rad and affordable art installation.

If this doesn’t make you happy, I don’t know what will.

These pants are the most perfect color.

Old Navy is blowing my mind with cuteness lately.

love.

You, You, You Oughta Know (Her) – and a giveaway!

Friends-

I used to be scared of Hannah Glavor.  Not even kidding.  I used to watch her on stage with her cute little self, or see her featured in a YouTube video somewhere, and think “Damn, that girl is super talented and infinitely cool and probably doesn’t want to be my friend ever anyway.”

Here’s what you need to know: Hannah Glavor talks in ridiculously adorable silly voices.  She’s not above singing along with terrible music on the radio.  She writes a fabulous pick-you-up email and can knock your socks off with a profound observation out of the clearest blue.  She’s wickedly funny on Pinterest, can hang with the most sarcastic of boys clubs, and routinely conquers impressive craft projects.  She’s among the coolest chicks I’ve met, and I’m so very happy to call her my friend.

photo by Jared Birt

She’s also stunningly talented, and has a new album, O My Wandering Heart, that you CAN NOT MISS.  Seriously.  Do you like music?  Buy this album.  Do you like humans?  Buy this album.  Do you like oxygen?  Buy this album. (To do so, like her FB page – there’s a link below – and she’ll tell you how in the next few days)

She’s also fun to interview.  Don’t believe me?  See for yourself:

Oh hey Hannah.

Oh hey Karyn.

GoC would like to interview you about your new album.  What say you?

I say yes, yes, okay.

First question is: What are people going to like about this, what is it, an EP?  An LP? 
Nevermind.  That’s my second question.  My first one is: what is the difference between an EP and an LP and an album?

1. An EP stands for extended play… meaning its longer than a single, but not as long as a full length.. or “Long Play”, “Standard Play” is basically the same as an LP, but it had to do with the difference in size and type of record, but now we don’t speak in terms of vinyl these days…unless you’re super cool like that. Even then, I don’t think those people know what it means. BUT BACK TO THE QUESTION: I think the sick beats and catchy tunes with a burst of hope? Its hard to say. I’m personally in love with the beats. Crazy props to my bro, Andrews Stonestreet and Daniel Dixon for making my girly tunes have an edge.

2. oh, I already answered that. Huzzah!

Good answers, Hannah.  Very educational. 
Three: What tasty snacks would you recommend to aspiring musicians?

Hmmm, I like most food, so that’s a difficult question. If any food was inspirational, it would be tater tots, but they tend to take more effort to make than I am willing to exert when “being artistic”… which normally consists of me forgetting to eat for most of the day because I’m so focused on music. Some kind of delicious tea (coconut chai) is typically at hand… and I’m going to stick with tater tots, even if it’s only in my dreams.

photo by Jared Birt

Perfect.  Four:  What do serious musicians think about Moulin Rouge?

I don’t know what I classify as, nor do I speak on behalf of other musicians… but that movie has a part of my heart and I will love it, come what may, until my dying day.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place!  Five: What makes you happy?

An iced glass of lemonade. The mountains. The forest. Sunshine. Snow. An amazing succession of songs. Evenings at Moon and Six. The Doug Fir. Movie nights with the fam. My Imago family. Finding sweet harmonies with friends.

Me too.  Six: What do you hope this album makes people feel?

In all I do, I hope my life reflects my creator. Music is just an extension and a means of expression of who I am; not with an agenda or a purpose to forcefully change, but rather a surrender and a bold faith thats genuinely expressed in all that I do. I typically write to inspire hope, restoration and redefined worth in myself, but it’s especially what I desire to instil in everyone. We were made for so much more than we realize.

photo by Jared Birt

Seven: How has God been good in this (album making) process?

I can’t take any credit for anything. I didn’t get me here. The talent, the money raised, the musicians, the support of friends, family and mentors. All I did was use the gifts and passions given to me and boldly step into the unknown in faith that I was doing something I was supposed to. It sounds simple in writing, but it was a terribly messy process with massive highs and lows. I have absolutely no idea where this will take me, but I’m a different person on the other end of the process of making this record, and I’m better for it. So to answer your question, yes and entirely.

Eight: What kind of puppy do you want in exchange for this interview?

I want a magic puppy. Potentially a falcor puppy.  JC is down with that.  As is Chunk.

For more of Jared Birt's awesome photography, visit jaredbirt.com

Here’s what you should do: Download a free song, Hannah’s gift to you, here.  Like Hannah on Facebook.  Go to her release party on February 5th.  Buy the album.  Give her big hugs.

Also, if you’d like to win a free copy of Hannah’s EP, comment how life or God has been good to you lately and we’ll send one lucky winner a copy for freezies.  Hannah Glavor is also generous.  Take that.

You’re a gift, Glavor.  I’m so grateful for you.

love.

 

Cascade Cardigan

So, as there is a completely ridiculous baby boom going out in our lives right now (I have 9 pregnant girl friends at the moment, a number that has remained just about constant for significantly longer than 9 months), I have been knitting a lot of baby things.  Baby things are delightful knitting- fast, but not to simple, soft and cute and rewarding.

This pattern is Cascade by Raya Budrevich, which is free (round of applause for free!) and can be found here.

The yarn is my new absolute only favorite yarn for baby knitting, Cascade (coincidence) 128 Superwash, which is probably a bit on the chunky side for this pattern, but soft, so wound up working pretty well to make a nice, warm, cardigan.

And the color!  Gah!  I’m not a purple kid, but man, this purple is the stuff.  So much pretty heathered prettiness.

Go snuggle somebody cute and tiny.  Or wrap them in washable wool.  Your choice.

love.