Little Friday is Here



Forgot How

I had this thought this morning:  “I’m supposed to be stressed out about something, but I can’t remember what it is.”  Seriously?

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It’s one thing to pour some gasoline on a problem (but buy that pin anyway – click the image for the link) and make it worse.  It’s another thing to be worried that you can’t remember what problem you should be worried about!

I’m taking advantage of the beautiful day to practice unworrying during lunchtime yoga. There’s a noon class at the art museum in town, which is a great idea — breath, flow, beauty.  And it’s free.  I expect it’ll be just the thing.

On Leadership

This was an interesting view for the day — 100% not knitting, dog, family, food or sewing-related.  It’s a short little video, but one that I wish I’d seen a few gigs ago.

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I once left a job (one that was terrible for a HOST of reasons) where I did just that — asked to be copied on every missive that went back and forth between our account, creative and production teams.  The intent was right — not to undermine, but to support.  The outcome?  Not so much.  And, you don’t get to decide which test (intent vs. outcome) the team uses to evaluate your effectiveness.

It’s definitely difficult to let go.  I struggle every week when I’m working on a show or have patterns out for testers, or doing a team writing project for Make.Do.  It will inevitably become too much and I’ll end up tired and sick and mean.  That’s the worst. I’m fortunate now to have people who wrest things from my hands and won’t let me do them.  They force me to trust them, and it usually works out just fine.

I’m getting ready for a big sale this weekend, and a couple of November events that are really important to me (and my landlord!  Rent is too high!), and I have turned over the logistics to people who I know in my head will do it better than I.  I think it hurts my feelings little to acknowledge that they can, but it makes my heart glad that they can.

I’m still crossing my fingers, though!  One step at a time.



Tracee Ellis Ross says that’s the hashtag she’d use to describe herself.  After watching this, I agree.  She is amazing, too.

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Money, Honey

I’m only looking.  Jil Sander gets me every time.  That floral coat?  I mean, come on, I deserve that!  I was clicking through her F/W 2017 site to get some inspiration for supplies that need projects.  I was not disappointed!



I think I can reverse engineer something like that white ribbed turtleneck, so that’s the plan for some charcoal gray merino/alpaca that’s been sassing me every time I walk by it in the den!  Happy Little Friday!

Here’s something …

I’ve been noodling around the discover function of WordPress today, and this little beauty of a post made my day.  Just the kind of thing for Little Friday Eve, so I thought I’d share.


Jess and Graham’s aging Rhodesian Ridgeback, Bromley, has been a difficult dog to get close to: “she’s a miserable, loveless creature with no need to please anyone.” But after a bone cancer scare, they finally figure out how to love her.

via What We Don’t Eat — Discover