Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Welcome Mat

I finished up my welcome mat this evening and had just enough daylight left to run outside and snap a picture!
What do you think? It's on my back porch where we track the most dirt in and out of.

I am estimating I used up about 10-15 bags for this rug; it certainly does use up a lot of plarn. Lucky for me, I still have quite a bag full! I might crochet a simple rectangle one next go around.

I loved the pattern (found here). It was very simple, very well-written. 

What a great way to reuse and recycle! I know it's going to be durable. All I have to do to clean it is hose it off and drape it over the porch railing. 

P.S. Matt gives it a thumbs up :)

Monday, August 11, 2014

Home Alone

Things you do while your husband is out of town:

Turn the oven on auto-clean and then go try on every article of clothing in the closet to see what fits and what doesn't look right anymore. Closet clean, oven clean. And three bags of clothes off to Goodwill!

Sleep with ALL THE PILLOWS. On a bed of pillow-y softness. With all the pillows. Like a cloud. (Heaven)

Count how many Kroger bags you have stashed away under the sink (73) and discover now would be a good as time as any to start making plarn! (eh?....plastic yarn!)

Last week, on our evening walk through the neighborhood, I told Matt that I'm going to knit a rug out of brown plastic bags and he wanted to know what on earth was wrong the new rug we got for the living room.
Me: Um, nothing at all.
Him: Then why KNIT a rug?
Me: Because I can!!

And this is the rug I plan to knit right here
P.S. I'm also planning this for old sheets, too. 

So here I am, sorting and counting bags all over the living room floor. We normally just save these back for lining the wastebaskets in the bathrooms, but hey they are OVERFLOWING out from under my kitchen sink.

I'm keeping the white bags for liners and just using the brown Kroger bags for uniformity.

Halfway through cutting, I got hungry and ordered a salad and pepper calzone (because that's something else you do when home alone and don't feel like cooking!)

Here is my process:



Cut off tops and bottoms

Chop, chop, chop. 

Fill up a bag with about 5 million little nubs

Then dump it out all over the perfectly good living room rug and start piecing the strands together. 

Obviously, I want to finish the rug before he gets back, so 'scuse me whilst I work on this :)

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


Yoga is my jam now!  (in regards to fitness!)

I started a few Zumba classes at the beginning of the year and while I LOVED how many calories I burned and the high energy dance moves, my poor old joints just couldn't take it. I had somehow twisted my knee and I needed to find something low impact.

I don't know why I decided to try yoga; I had never had a class before and aside from child's pose, I was really pretty ignorant of the practice. 

I did a little research about and came across a unique studio located in the Heritage Station, an old train station.

After a few classes, I was in love. It was the perfect blend of strength and flexibility, low joint impact and it wasn't, you know...weird.

I found out the studio was going to host an open air yoga class with all proceeds going to United Way, so I immediately signed up. 

Yogi's came from near and far! Yoga-Motive pictures are below:

Rolling out the mats!

Tree pose.

Can you find me? I'm on the front row, in the middle with a purple mat, purple shirt and gray shorts :)

This is my teacher, Ashley!

The storm was rolling in so we had to cut the event short and get out of there!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Failli :: Connecting

I am a dancer. In ballet,  the name 'Failli' refers to a particular ballet movement;  it  is a connecting step, connecting one movement to another.

Ballet is just as much a part of me as knitting and creating. I began taking ballet classes around the same time as when I learned how to knit. I needed something to keep both my hands and my feet occupied. When my grandmother sat me down and gave me scraps of brown and yellow yarn and long, cumbersome needles she was instructing me in a craft that was taught, shared and connected throughout many generations.

Whether through a memory or visual contact, knitting IS connecting.

Those on the home front during WWII knitted for their soldiers and with every stitch felt closer and contributed love and practicality to the war effort.
A handknitted heirloom to wrap up a wee one brings up sweet memories of the loving hands that stitched together such a piece.

We connect through love; passing on art, technique, memories and heirlooms making this a beautiful dance of the generations.