It's the Same Body . . .

The second load of laundry is about to jump into the dryer, and while I wait, here are some Sunday ramblings  :-)

Today is the last day of Samhain.  Tomorrow Imbolc arrives - in the Celtic calendar February 1st is when Spring arrives.  I thought you'd like to see my Potato Parcel at the end of the season  :-)

Really, I think it held up quite well, don't you?  I did give some thought to planting it, but have decided that I have enough plants to take care of already.  So, it's going to hang out here in the kitchen as a reminder for me to pay attention.

As I look forward to Imbolc, I move forward even as I look back at the past few months :-) 


I'm giving Weight Watchers' new SmartPoints program another try.  It's going OK, but, as before, I'm hungry.  I think I really, really need to eat vegetables.  I'd say eat more vegetables, except I haven't hardly been eating any at all lately . . . old habit die hard.  I'll be going to the store tomorrow.

Interesting discussion on the Weight Watchers board on Ravelry the other day about our bodies and about this being the year of one's best body.  One member commented that her best body was long behind her, and some others of us went in a slightly different direction.  Here's where I went:

The year of whatever my best body is for me wherever I am in the journey.

I honor my body where it is. Right now - because wherever I’m going I’m going there in this body. Larger or smaller, it’s the same body. It took me a really long time to figure that out. We only get one body, and this body - this body that I have right now - no matter what size it happens to be - is amazing and wonderful and it got me as far as I am today. My long, sturdy legs keep moving me forward one step at a time.

Am I ever going to weigh 134 pounds on my 5’ 8” small-boned frame again? I suppose it’s not likely, but I loved that version of my body and I’m headed toward it - and the version of my body that I have NOW is the one that’s going to take me there. It gets all my love and support!

Whether I actually get to that specific number again doesn’t seem to matter quite so much any more - I will get close. And, however far along the path I get, this body - the one I have now - will be the one transforming itself along the way, because … it’s the same body :-)

It's the same body.

IT'S THE SAME BODY . . .

In other not-quite-so-profound news of the day  ;-) - I finished the Mojo socks.  Yay!!

They are pretty.  Noro really has these color changes down, but I won't use this yarn again and here's why:

• The fiber content might as well have had extruded wood fiber in it for how bad it tore up my hands.  Owie.  :-S  
• The skeins are a very short put up of 328 yards - that means you definitely need two skeins for a pair of socks.  
• There were joins in both skeins.
• The join in the second skein was actually just a blog of the yarn stuffed into the middle of the skein.  It was bizarre.
• This is supposed to be sport weight yarn, but because it is so "rustic" with a tremendous amount of thick/thin going on, I had to go with regular 2.5mm needles (US 1 1/2) to keep the fabric firm.  
• Really - I don't think is sock yarn at all . . .  live and learn.

I'm wondering if I overwatered the Amaryllis.  It's falling over everywhere now.  I'm going to let it dry out for a bit - that container it's in has no drainage (as far as I know).

Been having a late 80s kinda flashback this morning.  Enjoy  :-)