I love Thanksgiving.
It’s fall and comfort food. It’s a chance to be more consciously thankful, and people seem to be happier in general. Yes, there’s a connection there – between those two things.
The pride of my yearly crafting is my Thanksgiving card design. I spend the whole year thinking and looking at art trends. I toggle between simple and elegant and more complicated mini master-arts. I only call them that because each of the 25-30 cards I make each year is similar in style, but 100% an original like no other.
Sometimes my choice of action comes down to time and how much I have or don’t. Depending on how early or late I decisively decided to commit to a card and how complicated my choice is.
Breaking a card down into pieces helps determine the order of preparation and assembly. Early on I learned that gluing all the pieces together for each card individually takes way more time than an assembly line approach.
This year’s card was no exception. I decided to multi-media for a more impressive pallet.
Then, I played around with supplies on hand, measuring if there was enough of everything to create a full 30 or if some number would end up with slight back-ground, frame or brad variations. I miraculously came close to using one specific set of stock. I rationally suspected I may have a few shortages, but the likelihood of someone in one state sharing their card with someone they don’t know in another state assured me that was going to be ok.
I always over-cut, over-stamp, over-fold, in case of slips, skews, and off-pattern veering. And in case I forgot any new recipients I might have acquired over the past year.
Assembly would be straight forward once I established my steps and prepped my foundations.
- Determine the length and width of the fabric first layer, cut 34.
- Determine the length and width of the second paper frame layer, cut 34
- Determine the length and width of the inked third layer, create 34
- Fold and background ink 34 cardstock cards, assuring 34 size-match envelopes are available.
- Gather 68 brads knowing some will be of similar shape and size, but likely different colors.
- Punch 260 leaves, projecting 8 per card.
Pleased with my planning, I pronounced what all experienced, yet still unwise crafters (incredulously) proclaim at the beginning of any project.
“Great! That’ll be easy.”
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I don’t remember a colder October.
Nature’s real lessons – love and loss and longing – echoing yearly. Simple trees and simple leaves. Temporary slumbers; predictable, patterned, withdraw with a promise of likelihood. Coming back, coming back stronger, maybe reaching a little higher.
Occasionally, that’s not the case. Of course, majestics don’t worry about that. Perhaps affording optimism in squirrels and birds and other creatures. Although seeing fit to plan, return rote expecting rejuvenation. Coming from another season’s slumber, they lumber; sometimes dumbfounded when the memory is bare or barely there.
Much like those times you thought you were growing straight, turned twisted in time, searching for the sun. Vital pieces fall away, hacked, splintered, struck by lightning. How it happens; endless possibilities, all still no less of a shock.
So, I welcome the colors, and I welcome the lack. It’s part of the process.
Lightly suffering through another falling season. It only seems ok because I’ve been here before. Somehow now it’s easier to see. There are no perfect trees.
I don’t remember a colder October, or colors that faded so fast.
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First Step: on-boarding due diligence: review counsel reading list.
I checked out Amazon for Kindle for availabilities and costs. Post-perusal, I contemplatively pursed my lips and rerouted my research to the www.
The first pop-ups included ads and what seemed to be sensationalistic attention grabbers. There’s a real search engine war out there in internet space. The good-for-you camp is as well attended as the ridership on the bad-for-you bandwagon. Eventually, I refined my search to “ketogenic recipes,” and happily hit a deep vein.
These super friendly, language casual, photo enticing and aiming to-grow-readership sites simply and thoroughly listed exactly what could be eaten with very little variation. That’s because the almost verbatim lists of can-do are infinitesimally smaller than the don’t-do.
Despite the fact that these groups were a bit kinder, the echo of my first reaction returned loud and clear. “What? No. ” I moved on to the next logical level.
Second Step: Ignore a day or two or four, then revisit, and try to imagine physical behavioral compliance….
Despite studies and testimonials, I still dragged a dejected soul. From regular work lunchroom brown bagging to full-on celebrations, so much of life is about socializing with food. Going along for the fun and having an iced-tea would make me feel less left out. But, could I truly resist the ordering influenced by delicious aromas? Plus, not eating during these excursions would mean money could be reallocated from ‘dining out’ to ‘groceries.’
Yes, my budget is that specific. If you’ve been with me for a while, you know this. If you haven’t been with me for a while, well, now you know. I have yet to cover this topic in Knabble, although I have in previous forums. I think a side-track from this side-track may be in order, soon.
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Enjoy this Week’s Discovery Links:
Lifestyle: Explaining Ketogenics
Lifestyle: = Diet + Nutrition
There are times you just cannot influence change.
I’ve been considering whether or not it’s time to remove the contingent cardboard kitty litter box enclosure. The plan was to employ just until the kitten that was H. Blu grew up a little and calmed down. I was counting this move as the opportune time.
I no longer believe that’s likely, though. He’s three. I obviously need to accept this quirk as a permanent part of his being. Blu’s a flinger.
No amount of loud hand clapping, shooing or physical removal has stopped him, yet. As soon as he’s unstartled, or lifted and placed down, he’s back at it: launching litter into the air like confetti, celebrating his every success. Every success. I’m not sure if it’s the deposit or the burial, but either way he’s off loading and damn happy about it.
Confetti. We could all use some.
Detail to the super-conscious environmentalists – I’m not suggesting we pollute the world.
Just as sharing how a hot-cocoa’ed peep looks without its sugar-skin doesn’t support animal abuse.
Stop harassing me for having a sense of humor. Stop paying attention to my drivel if it drives you bonkers.
Andy Warhol advised, “You need to let the little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.”
Start paying more attention to the amazing things in your own life.
Throw a little mental confetti.
When you tie your shoes. When you wash your lunch bucket.
When you solve a problem.
When you see someone you love.
Better yet, when you see someone you don’t. That’ll make ’em wonder.
Envision sparkly, multicolored, floaties celebrating every success.
Envision viciously leering, flotsam knick-knacks pelting your nemesistic issues.
Dare you, and dare you again.
Try not to smile too widely when thrill overrides containment.
Pardon me, now.
Acceptance commands: the time has come.
Commence construction of the next litter-catching cardboard castle!
Moats are pretty amazing.
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Enjoy This Week’s Discovery Links:
The Mindful Difference: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/04/30/habits-mindful-people_n_5186510.html