Sunday, June 21, 2009

A little late


but it's the thought that counts. My friend Emily from Darling Yoga gave birth at the end of April, and I still haven't given her a congratulations on your new bundle gift. I thought I would knit something. That takes time. I don't have time. So I decided enough was enough, I needed to get something for her little guy already. Knitted gifts would have to come later. Etsy to the rescue. I came across the most perfect onesie from babyb imprinted with my favorite chant: Lokah Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu (May all beings be happy and free). And it's organic. I think it's the perfect gift for my yogi and sustainable friends. Etsy is so great for unique gift needs.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

It's the details that get me

I finished knitting the second baby booty. I had knitted the first one months ago, but knitting my niece's sweater consumed my knitting time,so I left it in my knitting-projects-to-complete pile. It felt great to get it out the way, even thought it took me most of yesterday to do. (I wonder if I'm not a fast knitter. Since I taught myself, and because I don't often knit in the company of other knitters, I really don't have a gauge. No pun intended.) I even stitched up one booty last night. I hate, hate, hate this part of knitting. When you're done knitting, you're not done. There are seams to sew and casted on ends to weave in. I wish there was a finishing class I could take to know that I'm making my projects look as best as they can when I'm done with them. It's those finishing touches that make all the difference.

Picture to come soon once I get the booty stitched and all the ends tucked in.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

My inner ganster


Darling Yoga got a shipment of Spiritual Gangster wear, and I just had to have one of the shirts. This is Ganesha, Hindu God of Success.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Here's my dream job

As I experience job woes, I'm finding myself thinking more and more what I'd want to do or where I would want to end up at. One thing is for certain: I'd want to work for myself.

My dream would be this: I would open a store that melds all my loves together. Chai lattes. Check. Yoga. Check. Knitting. Check. Socializing. Check. I imagine a store that provides a place to experience community. A place where you look forward to going to, and, forgive me, where everyone knows your name. It would be a fun, funky shop where I could sell the things I love. Things that make you feel better about yourself, brings you inspiration, makes you a happier, nicer person, and a place where you look forward to going to. A place you could come everyday to get your daily dose of whatever you need. Whether it be a familiar face, an asana, a book, or a chai. Where you don't find near postal employees. Where everyone is happy (or if they aren't happy, we can make them happy).

This is my dream job. A store with a little soul. A little slice of heaven. Just what the world needs, eh?

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I wonder why I even care

My company is in dire straits. Or at least it feels like dire straits when investors are breathing down your neck because we're not making the profits we used to. (Maybe you should manage your money better then. T&E has been ridiculous in the last years I've been working with this company.) It's depressing. And I'm wondering why I even cared about journalism to begin with. I'm career depressed. Because if I don't write and edit for a living, what do I do?