Rosie Cavegirl

The harvest

My friend Juliann and I are currently rocking the Whole 30 challenge: 30 days of nothing but strict paleo eating.* It’s a way to reset your diet if you’ve been doing paleo, but have found yourself having far too many cheat days/exceptions.

Sweet grape tomatoes
My goal is to continue with this way of eating, keeping the 80/20 rule in mind. And, it’s working. I feel great. I started this challenge in addition to finishing the UltraMind Solution, which Finny recommends. I’ve watched her migraines disappear thanks to Hyman’s formula for adding a few specific supplements and vitamins to a much healthier way of eating. While it is far too early for me to make sweeping statements about what my new routine is providing, I will say the combination of drinking less alcohol, being mindful of what I’m eating, taking a supplement and vitamin routine, and getting a daily dose of exercise has me feeling good.

In fact, the way I know I’m feeling good is a result of those cheats. When I do fall head over heels into a bucket of margaritas and guacamole? I come out the next day achy, cranky and with a sick stomach. And the ever-annoying feeling of guilt.


Better sleep, clearer skin, stronger nails (as in, I actually have nails for the first time in my life), and a rosier outlook — they may all be placebo, but I welcome them happily. I’m fascinated to see what the result of our 30 days will be, and how we’ll move forward.


And having this little one as my hiking, walking and running buddy isn’t hurting either.

Somebody got a hair cut...

Yeah. 100% madly in love.
If you are interested in paleo, I highly recommend Karen’s blog for recipes, insight and humor.


*By “strict” I mean allowing myself a bit of wiggle room on the weekends when being social.

Robyn Had a Baby

Robyn of Minimalist Knitter had a baby boy Friday. She asked a few of us yarn folk to fill her blog with posts for a few weeks while she’s nuturing her that adorable Owen.

Reviewing the stash

Gladly — I accepted. It is August, after all. August is the month, when as my friend Scandinavian Tim* knows, I start thinking about what I’m going to knit and sew for Christmas gifts.

Cleaning up the studio

yeah. that’s really a photo of my desk last week.

See how I transformed this into a productive guide to planning your holiday knits. I’ll have a couple posts on her site in the next week, including organizing a yarn stash, finding appropriate patterns and planning your project time wisely.

Congrats Robyn!


*Scandanavian Tim is Salty Senor’s alter ego. One in which he reminds me of my purely ridiculous wound-too-tight ways. Like planning Christmas in August.

Catching My Breath

Maxwell Falls Hike

The last six weeks or so have been a steady stream of visitors and fun. And while I have had a summer to remember, I haven’t been able to shake the type A guilt from countless projects left incomplete in my office. That knitting project. A sewing project long since cut out. A couple writing assignments for various magazines and a friend’s website. Even my reading — I’ve been slogging through the final book in the Dragon Tattoo series. And oh, that book I’m writing. It hasn’t been nurtured much lately either.

Maxwell Falls Hike

I’m preparing for a quick turn around trip to Phoenix later this week. Professionally, my life is busy and exciting and waking me up at night with ideas I need to jot down right this minute. Rather than accept an invitation this weekend for a road trip to Breckenridge, or join friends at Wash Park this afternoon for a bbq and hijinks, I dug in my heels and kept my agenda closed.

Maxwell Falls Hike

I needed time with the mountains, my yoga mat, Willie Nelson Mandela and a lengthy list of podcasts in the queue. I needed to catch up on sleep — as boring as it sounds. I needed to spend time in silence with God.

Maxwell Falls Hike

I’m reading a book Mini gave me on her recent visit: The War of Art. I spent less than an hour with this book today and felt a rejuvenated spirit for my many creative pursuits. If you are a creative person, or simply someone who sets goals and needs a bit of encouragement to see the finish line, I recommend it highly. It was exactly what I needed this morning for a final push to see several of those nagging loose ends tied in a bow.

Maxwell Falls Hike It feels especially good to have a new energy here; I’ve gone from posting daily to grinding to push out something slightly different a couple times a week. A bit of downtime and my creative coffers are full again. I had a “zone” run this weekend, followed by a hike that left me dizzy with thin, crisp, sweet mountain air. There was even a bit of namaste and craft store’s worth of finish line ribbons.

I might be a bit punch-drunk on a productivity high.

BOO-hells yes-YAH.



Who Knew Not Knitting Would Be So Fun?

Current project

Dear Meg,

I promise that three button wrap I told you I’d have done for your Christmas gift last year will be done by this Christmas. Well, “promise” is probably too strong of a word. Let’s say “hope.” Yes. I hope this wrap will be done soon. See, the problem is this: I took the wrap to Malawi to work on and kinda got distracted by all the awesomeness that is Africa. And then I took it to Colorado and thought I’d knit like a grannie when I had a quiet social life. And while my dance card was empty for a few weeks, there was simply so much to explore. There are these glorious mountains and countless trails. And Red Rocks. Music has never sounded so good. Food festivals, baseball games, the zoo, museums, kickball, road trips…

Current project

And perhaps the most fun distraction of all — apparently there are 6 dudes to every woman in this town. I swear I didn’t know that statistic before I moved. But let’s just say Menver is fabulous.

Two more skeins, lovely. Only two more. I promise. I hope.

Current project



A Repurposed Wedding Craft

Kara emailed me a couple of months ago. In preparation for her fall wedding, she’d altered her mom’s wedding gown and had some fabric leftover. Could I do something with the fabric? Say, whip up a few flower clips for the wedding party’s hair? Oh, and a small pin for her male bridesdude.

For Kara's Wedding

It took a bit of research, but I finally found and used this great tutorial. Deciding what to use for the center button was the biggest challenge. I finally picked mother of pearl buttons and silver starfish. I thought they complimented the cream color of the fabric and looked polished together.

For Kara's Wedding

Using Goody hair clips, a bit of heavy pink felt and hot glue, voila — project completed.

For Kara's Wedding

For Kara's Wedding

Nothing makes me happier than repurposing materials, especially for a friend’s big day! Plus, how sweet is it that Kara’s wearing her mama’s gown? Love that.

Good luck Kara and Ryan! Wishing you a life of happiness!



Matty’s Famous & We Knew Him When

You know that African I had in the guest room for a couple years? The one I affectionately call, The Pink Golfer? Well. TPG has had a big secret for the last couple of months that I can finally share: he’s now a reality TV star too.

On lookers

Oh yes, ladies. That’s right. The professional golfer who became a pilot who speaks with an accent? Yeah. Now he’s on TV too.


(That sound you just heard? Panties, dropping in one collective, Scottsdale swoop.)

Matty was selected for The Big Break — a golf reality show on the Golf Channel. They filmed this summer in Ireland and the show is set to premier in a few weeks. For those who can’t wait, or just always wondered what Matt sounds like: a video clip of his bio.


Love this kid like he is my actual brother. Glad to see him having fun on this side of the pond and can’t wait to see all the good coming his way.


Yeah. We did that.

Min sent an email a couple of weeks ago in planning her trip to Denver with Rebecca: “Girls, let’s white water raft!” My response was, “Or! We could go to hot springs and get massages and hang out at the spa.” We volleyed back and forth between our ideas. Her: White water raft! Me: Pedicures! Her: White water raft! Me: Mimosas and hot stone massage! Min is notoriously nervous about travel, but loves a great rush of completely non-controlled adrenaline — like rafting and climbing trees full of bee hives. I, on the other hand, have no problem taking a prop plane into a tiny African town, but a weekend activity that requires a helmet and public display of lycra? No thank you. (More about that lycra later. ) Rafting Clear Creek Needless to say, Mini won and by the end of the day, we all agreed white water rafting. If you and your friends are deciding to go white water rafting in the summer, why not check out sites like and plan it a lot better than we did! Now that I think about it, it was such a good trip.

Clear Creek was one of the most fun things we’d ever done. We screamed, giggled, yelled and talked over chattering teeth as we dipped and bobbed down the 6 mile trek. Our guide, Chelsea, was the perfect fit for our high strung, type A raft. Like the Aussie surfing turtles in Finding Nemo, she was so laid back and sweet — it was hard to think what we were doing was in the least bit dangerous, dude. With a head full of dreads, arms weighed down with dozens of bracelets and tanned arms and legs that showed she rarely left the river, she called commands as we paddled like mad. Rafting Clear Creek Rafting Clear Creek Rafting Clear Creek Rafting Clear Creek It. Was. Awesome. So fun, in fact, I’m now trying to talk my dad into a long float trip down the Grand Canyon. I love rafting for the same reasons I love fly fishing — it brings you to the most beautiful places you’d likely otherwise not see from that vantage point. The river was breathtaking. And I’m hooked. I’ve even thought about doing whistler white water rafting, it looks amazing!! Rafting Clear Creek So, in rare form I’ll admit Mini was right. This was such a good idea. Perhaps even better than a spa day. ~K * Our raft trip included 6 boats full of people, including a boy scout troop. I was the only one who didn’t plan on wearing more than a Speedo to go down the river. The yoga pants I brought wouldn’t work and I just didn’t think to bring shorts. So, there I stood on the side of the highway with 35 clothed folks wearing only my lap swim bathing suit and a pair of Chacos. It’s not like I’ve got some sort of ridiculously fit bravado at the moment where I didn’t care that my butt was the only one flapping in the breeze. Oh, I cared. But when life turns out to resemble a cliche fashion nightmare, what can you do? Throw back your shoulders, slap on a fake smile and pretend you MEANT to be the only one in a Speedo. Yep. Meant to. Gulp. The fact Mini and Bec were willing to claim me during this public display of humility? Well. They are very good friends.

Min + Rebs

I’ve got two girls sound asleep in my guest room at the moment — women I’ve been friends with since elementary school. They left their young families and possibly-overwhelmed-but-definitely-awesome husbands behind for a girls’ weekend. There is no doubt these few days will be some of my happiest this year.

We have a way of finding fun, no matter what we are doing:

Great Harvest Bread Company Baking Class


Matt and Bec

matt & bec

bec and carson

Bec cheers for ASU

Bec and Min

Ya Yas at the table

Feeling the babe kick

make a wish

Mini and the mimosa

Mini, booboo

Group photo, Mini prom

Mini + AB

One of these days I’ll get around to scanning the boxes of elementary, junior high and high school photos; just imagine — permed hair, stacked bangs that kept Aqua Net in business, neon jams, grunge plaid with Doc Martens and oh, the dance photos.





When I moved to Denver, I started fresh with charities and organizations I wanted to support. Africa, children, and hunger are my passions. Give me a chance to volunteer, donate money or raise supplies for causes that provide smart, effective solutions to on-going public health issues concerning these three areas and I’m all in.

Food for the week1

Locally, I support Metro CareRing. I believe in their mission of providing food support for those in need. I appreciate their manner of having clients select their own produce and grains to both minimize waste and make the process of coming to a food bank as kind and respectful as possible. This is especially important when the families have children. Watching kids pick out their own fruit and vegetables they are excited to take home  — whether that is a trailer, a foreclosed suburban brick house or the city park — makes me happy. They are doing great things in Denver with people who truly need a bit of nourishment during a rough patch of life.

Volunteering here has been eye opening to the growing hunger in our country. The folks who come through the pantry are a slice of any city — they are all races, ages and of many educational backgrounds. It is humbling to shake their hands and help them fill a bag.

Praying for peace

Inter/Nationally, I support Project Hopeful. Their mission of advocating for HIV-positive kids living in a handful of international orphanages is meaningful, life-saving work. They have classes for HIV-positive mothers in Ethiopia, providing prevention education information to limit the spread of the infection to others, and to encourage the women to become change advocates in their villages. They host educational seminars in the United States for families considering adoption. What would it be like to have an HIV-positive child in your home? How are these adoptions processed? What are the fees associated? What are the long-term psychological issues with cross-cultural adoption?

Praying for her Child

Hundreds of families have attended these seminars. As a result, hundreds of kids have been adopted from the most abismal conditions you can imagine.

as cute as Moz orphans come

They match HIV-positive orphans with American families interested in saving a child’s life. With antiretrovirals and adoption, the chances of an orphan going on to live a normal, happy healthy adulthood with a chronic disease is likely. If they remain in their home country, the chance of a life cut dramatically short by the disease is all but guaranteed.

Sweet girl in the village

Project Hopeful has helped advocate for more than 200 children who have been adopted in the United States. They have a 0% overhead, meaning their entire “staff” is actually a crew of dedicated volunteers. All of the money they raise, which at this point has been limited, goes directly to helping advocate and educated for such adoptions.

A view from the Shire River

I’ve long talked about my interest in adopting a daughter from Ethiopia. I’ve attended playgroups for children adopted from the Horn of Africa, spoken with parents who have gone through this process, and started saving my pennies. While I am not yet to this stage of life, I am ready to commit to a child in need of advocacy and prayer with Project Hopeful’s FIG program.

FIG stands for Families in the Gap. This program allows donors to give a bit of money each month for the adoption of a specific child. Additionally, donors are requested to pray for the child and for the family waiting to adopt him/her, and to advocate for the process.

Serena was born in 1998 with HIV in Ethiopia. The 12 year old came to live at an orphanage in February when her extended family could no longer provide a “stable environment.” This could mean a variety of things. In Ethiopia, like many areas of the world, the HIV-positive are shunned and pushed to the outskirts of life. Serena’s health was failing because she wasn’t getting enough to eat, or the proper medication, while living with her aunt. She’s now living in a foster care home with specialized care and waiting for adoption by an American family. The money I give will help in the tiniest bit toward the adoptive family’s $20,000+ expense of bringing Serena home.

Kelli, Orphanage in Mozambique

I think of this sweet little girl and the challenges she’s already faced in her brief life — the loss of her parents, the shuffling of homes. This program doesn’t allow photos of the children from Ethiopia. And so, I’m using photos from my orphanage work in Mozambique with this post. I have no idea what Serena looks like, but I do remember what it was like to be a 12 year old girl — full of mixed emotion. And through other travel, I am all to familiar with the plight of young, African children who’ve been left in orphanages by well intentioned family who simply cannot feed another mouth.

Today, I pray for Serena and the lucky American family who she’ll join with time. My happiest day will be when I am able to meet Serena and her new family. Can’t you just picture a sweet, shy teenage girl in a American suburban home whose hopes have shifted from survival to high school graduation? What a merciful scene that scene will be. And how thankful I am to be a part of this work, even in the smallest way!

There are 130 children waiting for advocates in the FIG program. Please consider supporting this work. Your donation will save lives of those most in need — sick children.

“If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him? Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.” 1 John 3:17-18