Julie Johnston

@juliewithaj.com

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UX Designer. Crafter. Lifelong learner. Avid reader. Horrible skier. Reluctant runner. Better-than-average cook. Extroverted introvert. Loyal friend. Lover of cheese. Hater of fascists. Seattle.

The first 30-ish rows of the Stitchwork Blanket by Hiromi Glover from Purl Soho. The yarn is Cotton Pure on a Cone in Teacup Pink.
When in doubt, I will wear green.
Welcome dinnering and already a little red-wine drunk after one glass.
The knitting of the Porto Blanket has now concluded. My right hand is cramping.
DirecTV's genius crackpot response to my cancellation request: "In the event of a cancellation, how would you fulfill your entertainment requirements and ensure you still receive vital news and weather updates?"
My kiddo and me at the airport. Barely holding it together.
Another 70-80 rows of blanket knitting progress.
Channeling my existential anxiety into hand-crafting. 50-60 rows of progress since my last photo.
A very purple knitted blanket, approaching 100 rows in.
Me and my boy at Seattle Pride festivities.
Nerdy math, first thing in the morning. A session from Grant Sanderson of 3Blue1Brown.
Stop the Slop
Street advertisements for the conference
The hot shop at Pratt Fine Arts Center, the venue for a week of teenagers learning glassblowing.
The boy child insisted on purchasing both the large and small BLAHAJ.
A conversation wherein my ex-husband wishes me glad tidings on the day of my birth and pokes fun at how I share the occasion with the most toxic of humans.
The first dozen-ish rows of the Porto Blanket from Purl Soho and Hiram Glover, worked in their DK On a Cone in Wild Mulberry. Also featured - my vanilla latte.
I’m at 69 percent of my max token use for GitHub Copilot for the month. Nice.
My feet, my Sounders picnic blanket, and Golden Gardens beach.
My feet. My legs. Pratt Park. Swinging.
Purely Elizabeth cookie granola in peanut butter, chocolate chip, and oatmeal raisin flavors.
Purely Elizabeth peanut butter cookie granola.
The crowd at the con.
It’s never been easier to ship something, confidently, that’s completely wrong.
My former sunroof. RIP.
Rosie the Cat, making biscuits out of my boobs.
Rocking the keys.
One side of the first room, a lab. There were three rooms total.
City Park Farmers Market
The long escalator between the main airport terminal in Denver and the light rail platform.
Hackathon 2025 Most Creative Idea Winner - it’s me
Tiny baby earrings in my ears.
The fries were destroyed.
When I decided to head out at 9 pm, two hours into the birthday party where I fell off a couch arm, more than one person commented they were surprised I lasted as long as I did.
Cat torture via 3D printed Viking helmet.
Me and my Seattle SuperSonics sweatshirt having a large vanilla latte at Broadcast Coffee, where they now consistently give me a discount because I’m in here every weekend morning.
100 rows in.
John Mulaney at the Paramount
The first 27 rows of the Blueprint Blanket.
An adorable chicken Caesar salad.
Punk rock cat for Emo Nite.
Reserved table at the comedy club.
Now you know what sharks really look like on the inside.
This pot sucks.
Large vanilla latte and an egg and potato breakfast burrito, which I refuse to call a taco even though that’s what it’s called in their menu.
Hide Figma
The sweater vest.
I will be making all the mini cakes.
I have never been called a bitch so many times willingly and in quick succession.
Someday, there will be sleeves.
The cavalry.
The yoke is done!
34 rows of a Fair Isle sweater yoke.
We now join the sweater already in progress.
My happy Tonkatsu ramen with egg and Brie. And my feet.
Curls for days.
Serious Evan.
Definitely not me and my son.
Orange, yellow, black, and beige novelty socks featuring a dark-haired woman in a pretty cute pleated skirt looking toward the sunrise (or sunset) with the caption “just taking this shit in.” Because, truly - can you believe this shit?
Julie. Julie. Julie. Julie.