Livin' the Life

Ahhhhh. It's fall in Moscow! That was a good ahhhhh as fall in Moscow is a beautiful thing.

For those of you not familiar with these parts it might help you to know that the Moscow in Idaho is pronounced with the long "o" vowel sound at the end so that it rhymes with Idaho. Anyway, we have hard fake wood floors on a cement foundation. My feet needed squishy slippers and it's just about cool enough too!

I was thinking of my slipper felting crew the "Twisted Sisters" back in Kansas the whole time I worked on them! Pardon the lint. They were felted with a load of towels haha. My next fall projec was a fall print skirt! This was what I texted my sister to check on the length. Pardon the boxes and such. We're in between stages, and let's face it, creative projects take priority. 

For my skirts, I have formulated a hybrid of all my favorite features from various patterns. I use the waistband (-interfacing) and pockets from this pattern. 

I use the skirt body from this online tutorial. (Front panel=waist/2+10 rounded to 25. Back panels=waist/2+5.5 rounded to 20) It made the most effective use of my fabric. (1.5 yds main fabric, .5 yds pocket and waist lining plus extra) Two yards is about the right amount for this project. Next time wee small ones ask when they're to use math I encourage you to reference this. 

This skirt was great for Mondays golf outing. Luke plays and I walk with him. As we go by tee boxes I collect the colorful broken bits. Like some people collect sea shells at the ocean! 

I'm also getting pretty good at removing the pin (flag) at the appropriate time. Since everyone in Fresno has been enjoying the Big Big Big Fresno Fair, I made up some of those blue ribbon winning snickerdoodles I used to make when I was 9 and we have been enjoying devouring them at an alarming rate. 

You know you're helping with primary math when all you see here is "array" and "multiplication." Today I got locked IN our apartment. We knew it was sketchy and I knew as soon as I flipped it I was stuck. 

The handy man came, went through the window and they figured out a teeeeemporary solution. They said "we'll order the part and next time this happens we'll switch it out." 

....Wait. Next time?!?!?

One of the greatest things about this region?! Bomb.com onions. They're firm and flavorful and yum. 

Meet my mushroom, onion, provolone burger. I made the patties with minced onion, garlic and spinach. A grab of salt and pepper. A pour of Worcestershire sauce. Some paprika. 

Om nom nom nom. Sooooo good. Seriously. 

Also seriously, this local honey from the Entomology family! Spoonful a day-ing. Can't wait to reap the rewards in lesser allergies! (For reals. This works. We did it in Colorado.)

After the amazing burgers tonight? Bike ride. Sunset. Sigh. My muscles burned the way the should when you haven't ridden in a gazillion years, but no but bruises no achey spots. That bike fitting really seriously did the trick. 

Are we living the life or what?

Strolling or Hiking

Whew! A lot has been going on between my 12 hour sleeps and adjusting. Some rainy weather brought a pretty double rainbow into view just outside our sewing room/livingroom/kitchen/dining room. (one room sure does become a lot when you have a studio esqe apartment.)



I've really been on top of taking my honey as a preventative measure for allergies. Since Christa told me about it's service as a cough suppressant I've been all over that too.
Aaand we ran out of local honey.
So Cami and I tromped our coughy little bee-hinds to Honey Cottage, a shop in old town that knows all about the bees-ness of honey, bees wax, pollen, and everything to do with bees. I couldn't resist my childhood friends flavored honey sticks (now residing in my purse in case I need a safety snack.)


The most local honey for my Colorado Springs location. Go away allergies!


Of course we couldn't go to Old Town without some French onion soup.


This is a project I'm currently working on. Tooootally my colors right?
 Not so much. It's a gift so even thought the top is done you won't see it til the gift has been given.


May 22 was our anniversary. Luke took a half day off and we went strolling on some trails nearby. Luke would have preferred a more lively pace but I'm too out of shape still getting used to the altitude.

The red rock. Maybe it'll grow on me.

All the spring green that is coming to be is kind of toning the red/orange down. I appreciate it.


The next day we drove up to the Donut Mill, a shop reputed to have the most to die for maple bar. They were out. We ran into Cami and Rob there, fitting because they have given said mill said reputation. They told us about a place nearby to go hiking strolling. We went to this place and didn't want to pay $7 to get in. (Luke is saving for a TV) The ranger sent us uproar for some rocking views.

We took Crags Trail.

Pikes Peak is behind me, the snow was blending with the clouds.


Husband Photography Inc.



We were at a much higher elevation. Stuff is still budding.


The creek was running under the ice. It made the sound of the water bigger which was nice.


Halfway there! Can you see the crags?
So I was huffin and puffin along and Luke finally yells out,"were here!" I'll be the first to admit I said a thank you Jesus prayer in my head as this hike was steep! Thing was... "here" didnt mean right where Luke stood. "Here," I  found out as soon as I rounded the corner, was at the top of this charming little incline.


I think I only yelled liar loudly 3 or 4 times. The rest of my energy was needed for panting...


...since the view was breathtaking.
This kind of mountain-ness is right up my alley. Fewer red rocks, creeks, lot of coniferous trees. And Luke! He had the whole day off! (Though Monday night is knitting group at the library so I did pardon my self to that while he went to go in to play a round of golf.)


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