I’d promised to post a recipe for that whipped body butter on the blog late last week, and I wanted to get that up here before I got too busy and it slipped my mind. I’ve been playing around with a version that eliminates the coconut oil, and I have a butter & oils order en route that I’m looking forward to using in a few experiments, but here’s the basic idea. There’s a lot of room for improvisation here- really, this is more “notes” than a recipe, but I’ve given you the bare bones, and you can play with substituting different elements once you’ve given it a trial run.
Don’t know how to knit yet? That’s fine! Experienced knitters (like me!) will be on hand to teach you how, and Lion Brand has donated 50 free knitting kits. Come learn the incredibly dark rhyme I use to teach knitting- it is literally the only way I know how to teach people and have this stick, but it really, really works. (Once you hear it, you’ll remember it.)
It’s exciting, this step. A little intimidating, which is funny- I mean, I’ve taken on far larger responsibilities, clearly. But by accepting those keys, I’m committing to going in to a studio and making things on the regular again, and that’s a big deal- not just as a hobby, but at least on a self-sustaining basis.
A few things for this cold and rainy Tuesday; I’m trying to wrap up my day quickly, so that I can hop in the shower and head out to a meditation that some friends are running, so please pardon any mess. It’s been busy here, and I have a lot that I want to share, but I’m going to try and…
This is the time when I would generally be reflecting on the year past, but it just isn’t something I feel terribly inclined to do this year. I know what went down. Let’s not rehash the whole thing.
We joke that it seems to be a Family Thing, this need to be on the move; I am restless, like my father, like his father before him. Sam and I both left where we were from when we were very young, and we kept moving for most of our twenties; it was Baltimore that settled us down, and only barely, then.
It seems like a lot of people in my general circle could use a little something that makes a body feel better: everywhere I look, I find someone who is hurting, and while I’m looking for something to do about that there’s no fix for this moment, no putting it all right in the right now.
I want to say so many things: all of the things, any of the things, but I don’t have it in me. It’s not here, it’s not happening, everything is stuck. I’m doing things instead: mobilizing. Gathering. Getting my shit back together.
I get to live here. That’s what I was thinking, listening to Cloud Cult on the drive this afternoon, looking to take today’s palette photo. The weather is just turning sharp this week, and I’m taking everything in before true winter sets to work. It doesn’t feel as though it’ll be long now.
It’s a few days post- Rhinebeck now, and I’m finally at that point where I feel rested enough to really return to regular life again. The house was gorgeous this year and superfun, and we lucked into absolutely perfect weather; it couldn’t have been nicer, really, just stunningly good. Sunday dinner was unbelieveable- Andi makes a roast and Yorkshire pudding…