15 Things to Do with Your Foot Propped Up

I have spent too much time over the past year with my left foot propped up. That severely limits what you can do. I’ve come up with a few things to do to help keep boredom at bay.

  1.  Learn to knit.
  2. Crochet.
  3. Read. A lot.
  4. Start a Bullet Journal.
  5. Color.
  6. Become an expert on surfing the web using a Kindle Fire.
  7. Watch movies.
  8. Practice handlettering.
  9. Practice penmanship.
  10. Talk on the phone.
  11. Start learning how to teach online.
  12. Brainstorm new writing projects.
  13. Listen to music.
  14. Eat too much. (Yeah, I try to avoid this one as much as possible.)
  15. Question why you do what you do.

Some of these are more effective than others and there are some I didn’t include, but have to keep something in reserve.

Oops, I did it again

*insert Homer-esque D’oh! here*

Remember when I mentioned a couple weeks ago that I had been having problems with my leg but it was almost healed? Well…. It healed. It looked good. Everything was closed.

And then it reopened. There are a variety of reasons for this. I won’t bore you with them. Let’s just say that I went to Wound Care on Monday. My final appointment was supposed to be on Wednesday. You guessed it. No “final appointment” for me. At least not yet.

However, things will be different this time. While I do have to have my foot up, I don’t have to go into hibernation again. And I won’t. I have some posts planned coming up, so I will do those. You won’t have to wonder where I’ve gone, because I’ll still be here. Living the creative life.


Inspiration Station

&copy 2014 Jen Nipps
&copy 2014 Jen Nipps

You know how it goes. You’re going along, keeping on keeping on, and you run out of steam. You feel like you’re going through the motions and not getting anywhere. You’re in a rut. Your get up & go finally got up & went.

What’s a person to do?

Get it back, of course. You have to be motivated to get work done. You have to be inspired to be motivated. Where do you get that inspiration?

The easy answer? All around you.

The hard answer? All around you.

It isn’t a cop-out. It really is both that easy and that hard. It’s easy because we don’t have to go far to find a source of inspiration. It’s hard because, since it’s always around us, we don’t always see it.

One of my favorite sources of inspiration is my youngest niece. We’ll call her Miss J. She’s 5. She’s cute (absolutely adorable, actually!), smart, busy, and curious. She asks questions about everything. (I know. All kids do, but she’s the one currently in my life doing this to me.) Sometimes, a lot of times, I will find inspiration in the questions she asks me. I will get ideas for something to knit or crochet because of something she says. I take a lot of pictures of her.

She wants to know how I feel, how my leg feels, why Gabby (my dog) is running around outside like that, where Papa (my dad) is, when Nana (my mom) is going to be home from work.

She’s worried about not being able to read “good enough” for kindergarten in August!

She is a huge source of my inspiration for pretty much anything I do.


What are the words?

standwithorlandoSometimes, there are no words. Sometimes, this time, there HAVE to be words.

“I’m sorry” isn’t enough.

“I’ll pray for you” isn’t enough.

Yesterday, I was in a hurry to post a blog because it was “the day” I had assigned myself to post. I didn’t wait until I could think of what I wanted to say. I just posted.

This morning, I found myself wishing I had waited.

We are all on life’s journey together, though none of us have the exact same journey. Ours are all different. We just intersect, some more frequently than others. I am not a part of the LGBTQ community. However, I AM an ally! It is time I do more than sit quietly on the sidelines. Staying quiet means that I am complicit in what happens. I am not.

I am trying to figure out what I want to say, how I want to say it. I am trying to figure out how to express my anger and sadness at what has happened. At what has been allowed to happen.

There are people who will not agree with what I say, with what I believe. That’s okay. Some of these people will be people I know, people I love. That’s okay, too.

When has it become acceptable to think that people who are different are less than human? Please notice the key words there: “People” and “Human.”  Let me further emphasize that.




That is something we can never forget. The people in that nightclub were humans. They were people. The deceased were. The injured still are. And for what? Because someone saw “two guys kissing?” Grow up! We need to move past that. If you don’t agree with it, look away. In this day, I guarantee there are still people who don’t agree that people of different ethnicities should marry. Or different denominations (such as Baptist and Methodist, just as an example). Or that right-handed and left-handed people should marry.

It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?

We are all creative souls. Some are allowed to express that creativity more than others. I’m not saying that allowing creative expression would have prevented this. As long as ordinary people are allowed access to assault rifles and military-grade weapons, it will continue. I am not in favor of taking all guns away from everyone, but I truly do not believe you or I need to be able to buy AR-15s, MK-47s, rocket launchers, or hand grenades.

Today, I have been seeing memes and graphics that say “More love, less hate.” Yes, that is a start. But we also need to seriously start the conversation. We need to make changes. I saw someone else say that building a wall will not keep out the home-grown terrorists. That’s true.

Think about it.

And let’s talk about it.

Putting Down the Needles, Picking Up the Hook

yarnI could be called a fiber artist, if you were so inclined. Sometimes I refer to myself that way because I do more than one thing with yarn. I knit and crochet.

I learned how to crochet about six or seven years ago. I learned how to knit in February.

Since then, I have knit more than I crochet.

I found a project, though, that is making me put down the needles and pick up the hook.


They are so cute! I need — want — to make at least 6 for my nieces and nephew. (Yes, I am going to make one for a — *gasp* — boy!

It’s all done in single crochet. I have the safety eyes and the stuffing for the head and everything! The only hesitation now is, WHAT COLOR?

I mean, really, it’s not like I don’t have choices. I might have to play a couple games of eeny-meeny-miney-mo.

I better get started.

Goose on Water


I decided I wanted to do a photo post today.

This picture was taken at Lake Eufaula in Eufaula, Oklahoma. We had some cousins who were vacationing on a houseboat. We spent the day with them. As we were leaving, we noticed a flock of geese near shore. We stopped and I took a few pictures. This was one of the best.

I had this photo printed on a mouse pad that I still use and on a canvas print for my dad for Father’s Day a couple years ago.