I couldn’t hold half moon at all during this morning’s yoga practice. Extending my right leg back, leaning forward with my hand firm on a foam block, my whole body shook. I kept falling to one side – my leg trembled and my foot rolled under the weight of my body. It was frustrating because… Continue reading Reminders to a freaked out self.
All week I’ve been thinking and saying things like, “Oh, this is the last time I’ll get to [WHATEVER] before school starts.” The last time I’ll be able to teach knitting classes. The last time I’ll be able to stay out past midnight. The last time I’ll be able to have more than one drink… Continue reading Pre-semester reflections on graduate school life.
As summer comes to an end, I find myself both super stoked and pretty anxious about September. My university email account is becoming more active (I have like 12 emails in my inbox, guys!) and orientation is less than a week away. I see my free time vanishing before my eyes and it truly brings… Continue reading I don’t need to worry about tomorrow, all the work I need is what’s at hand.
It’s been five years since I was last in school. Five years since I spent hours highlighting articles I only barely understood. Five years since I was sitting in seminars talking about those same articles I barely understood. Five years since I frantically wrote papers about my work (which I also only barely understood). That’s… Continue reading The inaugural post where I talk about school for the first time.
Yesterday was a bit extreme thanks to some wicked weather that rolled through the neighbourhood. This month has been pretty brutal for rainfall, a little unusual for Calgary, and we’re all trying to make the best of it while at the same time trying our hardest not to get completely drenched. I’ve been caught in… Continue reading Yarn Painting in the Rain.
I’ve been teaching the Yarn Painting Workshop at Stash for a couple of years now and it still has to be one of the most inspiring classes I get to teach. It’s not a heavy duty/technical kind of dye workshop, it’s more like playtime for the impulsive dyer. Really, it’s a gateway drug to yet another… Continue reading The Impulsive Dyer