cross stitched magic phone

We got magic phones which meant that I was forced to get this iPhone cover. It's a hard life.

I sketched this MN and plotted out my x's.

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I was pleased with the result-- especially the heart over the Twin Cities -- but it looked a little lonely all alone. Poor little state.

So I grew it a tree with pink blossoms.

the nothing place and a call to arms

I am in a fight with my brain. 

My old nemesis Depression and his sweaty faced toady Anxiety are trying to move back into my brain and take over. I want to sparkle, live in my happy body, move forward with my hope and take great pleasure in every moment, but my brain is having a hard time fending off those two Assholes who make me hate myself, my body, my surroundings and paralyze me in the nothing place. 

"C'mon, brain," I say, "we're smarter than this. Just throw them out and we can get back to business!"

 "It's not about smart!", my brain counters between pummelings, "It's about energy! It's about communion! It's about feeding the well!"

I need help in my fight, friends. I need to walk, drink coffee, have dates, remind myself how to sparkle, and feed my well.

Will you help me?

etsy shop!

First Snow Neck Wraps on the Highline

Holy cats! I launched my etsy shop, emilou gnu gknits! I did it!

In the winter of 2010, as the first Minnesota snow fell, my husband snapped a picture of me in my very first knit design and the First Snow Neck Wrap was born.

One of a kind hand knit neck wraps with vintage buttons. Looks beautiful inside or outside your coat. Keep your neck and chest toasty without extra bulk!


Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride yarn 85% wool/15% mohair.


Hand wash cool and lay flat to dry.


Ready to ship!


Custom orders also available. Please, contact me.

favorite new blog

2 Tiny Tyrants is my new favorite read. Authored by my gorgeous friend Katrina all about her gorgeous husband and their two stunningly beautiful children who are, dispute their beauty, tiny tyrants. I love it because it blows up this idealised vision of motherhood that even I, despite my years of babysitting other people's tyrants, still hold in my head. Katrina is earthy, arty, farmy, crafty -- all of the traits of those mothers whose craft driven farm blogs I devour, but Katrina is writing about how fucking hard it all is. It's so funny, frank and fabulous. Enjoy

2 Tiny Tyrants

by the by, i made a thingy

I give you, my website. Still constructing, but I threw it up rather quickly with good results! Come visit. Send me a message.

www.emilygunyouhalaas.com

hurrah for the lamb or post 100

My new favorite song learned at Indian Neck from the lovely goat whisperer above. It's apparently a Civil War era song. The Open School kid in me wants to teach it to everyone I know, but I think I'll probably just teach it to my organizing step-sister.

Such beauty and big feeling in CT. Still unpacking it all.

Moving to a new apartment in two weeks, big sis put on bed rest needing lots of help, Chris Bayes workshop three days after we move... I think Mary and her lamb are gonna march me through to the other side.

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MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB

Mary had a little lamb, a little lamb, a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went
Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go

Hurrah for Mary, hurrah for the lamb
Hurrah for the Union boys who did not give a damn
And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go
Shouting the battlecry of freedom

It followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day, which was against the rules
And when the teacher turned it out, kicked it out, shoved it out
And when the teacher kicked it out, it --pffft-- against the wall

Hurrah for Mary, hurrah for the lamb
Hurrah for the Union boys who did not give a damn
And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go
Shouting the battlecry of freedom

Mary had a little lamb, a little lamb, a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb, her father shot it dead
Now Mary takes her lamb to school, lamb to school, lamb to school
Mary takes her lamb to school between two slabs of bread

Hurrah for Mary, hurrah for the lamb
Hurrah for the Union boys who did not give a damn
And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go
Shouting the battlecry of freedom

this moment

A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.