The 50/25/25 rule
My general rule with clients is:
50% of the dinner plate should be vegetable
at least 25% protein
and the rest grains or potatoes.
This is quite a turnaround from what most people do, but it’s a much more healthy dinner ratio.
I have eschewed socks for a long time. When I started designing, socks were about 90% of my output - I did 2 sock clubs for Fyberspates, a couple of other standalone pairs, and after that, I was socked out for a long time.
Then, when I considered knitting socks, I would always cast on something else, something bigger, something more visible, or something quicker to knit. While I did like wearing knit socks, I didn’t love it enough. I tried making some on my knitting machine, but they were so much hassle, for an end product I didn’t quite like.
But now I’ve come back to the Faroes, and my 2 pairs of knit socks (‘acquired’ from The Fella - who doesn’t like wearing knit socks - scandalous, I know!), are looking a bit worse for wear. And I’ve discovered a pair of half finished machine knit socks made from some nice sock yarn. I’d knit the foot, turned a short row heel, and worked a partial plain leg. I didn’t expect them to fit - but. Oh. They do. And they feel great! So I’m hand finishing these babies, them I might just cast on some more. Cat Bordhi’s Pathways for Sock Knitters is starting to whisper my name.
I am looking down at my arm in disgust as I notice that the scar on my forearm is fading. Truth be told, I have no idea where I picked this one up but I am sorry to see it go. This may seem like a strange sentiment given that scars are not typically held in high regard but I absolutely love them. For the past twenty eight years I have collected them like little badges of honor from adventures lived and battles fought. My shins are riddled with more than I have counted from cleats being dug into flesh and my hands are covered with traces of fists hitting various faces. My palm has a few nasty ones from being drug over a reef while surfing as a child and my thumb carries the remnants of a shark that left his mark while getting off my hook. The rest of my body tells stories of bike wrecks and surgeries to repair torn ligaments, each one unique and totally worth the effort. Stitches, butterfly bandages, band aides, and super glue have assisted in securing all of these little trophies to me but the nature of their origin is somewhere much deeper. Most of these originate from an unwillingness to yield to reason or terra firma and in my mind measure the heart that life has been met with. With any luck, I will leave this world with little left but ghosts of adventure and challenges met, the evidence of a life lived to it’s fullest.” —Roller Derby Workouts: Scars, Beautiful Scars