The 27 year old undergrad.

It has been a busy, stressful summer.  I started classes the day after moving into our new apartment and we still aren’t completely unpacked and set up.  We have been frequently thrift shops looking for furniture, but haven’t had any luck.  Things are slowly coming together back up in the great white north!

My summer semester was definitely hard, it is such a shock going from the working world back into school full time.  But I made it, and with decent grades.  The biggest shock of all, however, was the fact that I am at a completely different life stage them most of my classmates.  Being a 27 year old in undergrad classes, I am 8 years older then some of my peers.  Although that really isn’t much when you consider one’s lifespan, it is quite a difference in what “phase” of life is happening.

I am 27, will be celebrating my 6th wedding anniversary with the Artist at the end of this month, I have lived on my own and with the Artist for many years and in turn have many bills to pay, and my favourite pass times include reading, watching films, listening to CBC radio, cooking (well, I am the assistant- the Artist is the actual cook!), relaxing while listening to our record collection, getting crafty, and powerlifting.  Through conversation with other students around campus, it seems, as it should when you are 19, that going to bars and hanging out with friends are what the kids are doing these days.  I wish I was saying that I was declining invitations to go out to the bar because I just wanted to go home and relax, but it must be obvious that I am an old lady.  Either that, or I come across as an unapproachable person.  Its probably both.  Chandler from Friends articulates it perfectly…

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I also feel like I am one of the last people to be fit the “starving student” archetype.  I feel like I am surrounded by people who can afford all kinds of travelling and vacations, Mac laptops to bring to class for note taking, take-out food whenever they want, and no problems paying tuition or rent.  Meanwhile, I am doing my laundry in my bathtub, using the campus food bank, sharing a laptop with the Artist (we need a computer equally for our own livelihoods) as well as a cell phone, and taking notes in class with a notebook that my parents bought for me and a pen I took from their  house.  I filled that notebook completely, so lets hope they buy me a new one for the upcoming term, LOL.  I also have no idea how I will be paying my tuition that is due at then end of this month, not to mention bills, and I continuously sew together the same few clothing items that keep gaining new holes or tears.

It is all very weird, being in undergrad classes at 27.  When I was 19, I thought for sure that at 27 I would have the best job that ever existed and been done school with a prestigious degree(s) and have my dream home and life all figured out.  Well, I have come to the conclusion that you never really figure life out.  It is an ongoing journey with changing goals and aspirations along the way- so you might as well enjoy things, one day at a time.

Today I enjoyed bacon, egg and veggie scramble, and hash browns for lunch.  I enjoyed grocery shopping and still having about $10 left over for any other food needs that might arise this week.  I am going to workout later with the Artist, and despite my current sciatic pain, I will enjoy that too.  I will enjoy watching the Olympics tonight snuggled up with my love, and I will enjoy how beautifully gloomy and rainy it is this afternoon.

To see more photos of me enjoying the simple things in life, check me out on instagram @capitaineflash

As much as I would LOVE to travel and take a vacation, not have to worry about how I will pay tuition, or go shopping for new clothes and shoes whenever I feel like, I am sharing my life with someone who makes me smile and laugh every day, who shows me unconditional love, supports me, and inspires me….and that is more important than anything.

Suddenly, the mangled and torn insoles of my shoes seem so insignificant ❤


My Latest Project, and so much more….

I knit.  I sew.  I bake.  I cook.  I clean.  I walk to get my exhausted husband a Diet Coke when it is minus a million degrees outside.  You can just mail me my Wife Of The Year Award 😉

I love crafting and doing little projects.  There is something really satisfying about finishing a project, and that feeling is what feeds my mini-addiction.  I am working on a yellow scarf for my Artist, just a simple knit stitch.  He wants it super long, so it is taking me awhile.  But in the meantime, I wanted to switch things up.  I made this super soft and fluffy scarf in just one short sitting, with no tools- just my arms and hands!  I don’t know what to call it, maybe “arm-knitting”?  And I made it pretty long so I can wear it many ways.


I just tucked the ends in my coat a little for an infinity scarf look. I didn’t want to attach the ends so that I can wear it both ways, also like in the pictures below.



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I am looking forward to making more of these!  They come together so quickly and easily, and if you buy yarn that is a good deal, it costs very little and are so comfy and warm to wear.  Next up?  Crochet.  I want to get a crochet hook and learn how.

I am the type of person with many interests.  I really love music, and art, and of course, crafting.  I like geography, and film, and dance, not to mention the theatre, and literature.  I enjoy learning a new language, travelling, culture, and history.  And while I am engaging in any of my interests, I am enthralled and fascinated by it.  But how can I not be?  People, and culture, and those with amazing abilities and talents are captivating and enchanting.  Life is full of so many beautiful wonders, I want to experience as many of them as I can.  So how does knitting relate?  Well, I just made a scarf with nothing but my hands, in very little time and for really cheap.  And that, is something I find fascinating.  I find that knitting and sewing and crafting in general is a lost art of sorts.  How many people do you know who can do one of these?  Two of these?  More?  I know my list is pretty short.  We humans often get caught up in technology and work and the hustle and bustle of the exhausting ways that is adult life.  I know that I have to really make a conscious effort to turn off the TV sometimes, or close the computer, and pick up a book, go outside, or start a new project.  Over time, it gets easier and easier to do so, or so I have found, as our imaginations love to work hard.  I am proud to say I do not have a cell phone and neither does the Artist.  We have in the past, and probably will in the future, but for right now it doesn’t make sense for us economically.  We also don’t have cable or any sort of TV provider, Netflix or other internet streaming subscription, no iPads or tablets, and no music playing devices like iPods or whatever the newest trend is.  We have an old cube, non-flatscreen TV, a radio, a working record player that we use often, and in addition to a regular DVD player (nothing fancy like Blu-ray), we have 2 working VCRs and a large collection of VHS tapes.  And I love it.  Our TV is starting to flicker a bit, and sometimes the top inch or two isn’t visible, but it is still working. The Artist and I were talking about getting a new one.  I told him that my TV needs include: not gigantic, not necessarily flatscreen, not mounted on a wall and not up high- at sitting eye level, not that better-then-real-life quality, and not worth more then our car.  Because really, why?  We have a flat screen that we got given to us, and a line of pixels went out after only a short time, yet the cube TV has been around and working since my childhood.  And to be honest, I prefer our older one for reasons unbeknownst to me.  It is just my taste I suppose.  And the best part?  The Artist agrees with me on the new TV buying guidelines.  And when I became a little sad that we might not find something quite like what we have now that works any better, he didn’t tell me I was crazy, to get with the times, to be more modern, or to just simply get over it- he told me that he appreciates the romanticism I associate with it.  Because of all people, my Artist can relate to the romanticism and poetry of life.  This quality in him has enriched my life so much, and has given me a perspective of the world, and of our lives together, that makes me so insanely, ridiculously, indescribably happy, right to my bones ❤



Latest Knitting Project

When I was in high school, I learned how to knit.  I didn’t really do it much, just sort of learned how, and that was that.  When we were living in Toronto, I picked it up again.  But, this time, I did it more often.  I still knit, but it comes in phases.  I will go through a phase where I knit a lot- while watching TV, in bed, etc. and phases where I am busier and don’t make too much progress.  I was trying on winter headbands in Target, and seeing how goofy I looked.  But in the Artist’s words, I looked “good-goofy”.  But to stay on our tight budget, I decided to use the yarn I already had at home to try and make one.  I don’t have any knitting in the round needles, so I had to knit normally and attach the ends.  I chose the stockinette stitch, which is K1-P1 and repeat.  It is not totally free of mistakes, but the Artist’s says that is better, because it is wabi-sabi- the beauty in flaws and imperfections.  I always loved the “shabby-chic” style, and old furniture, and vintage things.  Always.  The best I could articulate it was that I liked things that had a story.  But, as I said in my last post, the Artist is amazing with words, in all aspects you could possibly think of.  His art involves a lot of the concepts of wabi-sabi, and when he first told me about it, it clicked- that is the perspective I take on things.  That is why I love the old, the worn, and the vintage.  I see the beauty in it, where it’s previous owner may not have.  Just one of the many ways, my life has been so enriched by the wisdom, talents, and artworks of my Artist.

Here is my headband 🙂

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I am pleased with my creation.  I think I might make more.  The key is to find good deals on yarn, so you pay significantly less then if buy it in the store.

I l ove knitting with “big” yarn and large needles.  Not for aesthetic appeal, I mean, it looks good and everything, but I use these for visceral reasons.  When I am knitting with big yarn and large needles, it is addicting.  Sometimes I can’t stop.  It just feels good, and satisfying.  Smaller yarn and needles are fine, and I have used them, but I don’t get addicted to my project and it takes forever to complete.

Some nice things the Artist has done for me: picked up all the movies that were being held for me at the library, because he knew I was anxious to watch some of them, made homemade wings and homemade pizza recently because he knows I love his cooking, and talked with me and supported me and calmed me when I got a little overwhelmed about the million dollar question I keep getting asked, “what are you guys going to do after he graduates?”.  I started looking into options, and quickly got overwhelmed.  But, he repeated our mantra.  One person says, “but, no matter what….” and the other person who is upset about whatever, say, “….we always have each other”.  Because really, no matter what happens, we will have each other and that is the most important thing.  We will figure it al out at some point.

Some nice things I have done for the Artist: made him the General Tso’s chicken he had been craving, printed several copies of his assignment because I knew he was running late and feeling rushed, and I agreed to watch a movie of his choice- because the “Artist-movies” as I like to call them, are usually strange, hard to follow, or really absurd and hard to watch, haha.  But I know he is craving something like that, some guilty pleasure time because he has been working so hard.

Doing nice things for each other, makes all the difference in life.  Every day, we are showing each other that we care and are thinking of the other.  That sparks a continuous circle of giving, thoughtfulness, and support.

Happiness, really is, contagious.