Really, I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news or anything, but Christmas is just 50 days away. 50 days is not much knitting time. Especially when you have an orange cat trying to eat your yarn and you have to knit at work or in secret. But this orange cat has a sixth sense about yarn. He can sense it near.
I have a couple of other Christmas knitting projects planned but they are totally doable. One is a wonderful beret (Jared Flood’s Relm pattern. LOVE it) and perhaps a manly scarf. I only knit for the people that will be good receivers. You know the type we avoid like the plague, the ones that do not understand how personal it is. How it’s an extension of ourselves, how it is NOT a cheap gift at all. I have more giftees that I will never knit for, ever. Not even if hell freezes over and they need a pair of mittens. I won’t. They will have to buy their mittens in bulk at Walmart or something, I won’t budge .
Mitchell sits on the computer
Mitch says “she’s not telling stories about me, AGAIN, is she?? Who are you going to believe????”
HOW? Have I gone so long without you?? 🙂
First up? Some business…
Mad for Knit Carol is running a half marathon for the Dana Farber Cancer Institute. Now let me tell you something about Carol. Last year she put my father in law’s name on her jersey as she ran the marathon, in recognition of his battle with common bile duct cancer. I cannot tell you how, to this day, I am deeply touched by that gesture. I don’t believe anyone has done anything more meaningful for me.
She is running again and once again I am here begging for some donations on her behalf. Once again, I remind you that SHE is doing the running, not I or you. That’s the great thing. WE can fork over 10 bucks (or 20 or 40) and still sit all cozy on our computer chair while poor Carol is schleeping her butt all over the Boston area in preparation for a 13 mile run. We are getting the better end of this stick, my friend.
I am hoping you can donate. Please do it in the memory of my sweet, grumpy old father in law. Or of your wonderful neighbor. Or maybe an old teacher, or an aunt, mother, father, sister, brother or child. Cancer is insidious. It touches us all, whether or not we want to be touched.
And there are prizes to boot (see her September 1st entry)
Please let me know if you have donated to her and I will hold a drawing for a prize myself. I cannot let generosity go unrewarded. Or at least a chance to be rewarded.
I promise the prize will not be a small cat. Or a basket of laundry. It will be something knitterly.
And speaking of knitting…
palm side of moose glove
I am finally on the thumb of the moose glove. These are to be a Christmas gift for one of my best friends. (I hope she likes them!) Gloves are a messy sort. They are not as neat and tidy as mitten knitting. These are a bit wonky and whiny. I am hoping that a good blocking fixes it’s ills. Fingers crossed.
It’s hard to squeeze in knitting time lately as a certain orange cat seems to think that my lap is his lap and that any and all knitting paraphernalia are fair for a good cat game. His favorite yarn game is “I bite this yarn until it is broken!” Woo!
"is she telling stories about me again? Who do you believe? Me, with my cuddly cute face or her, the almost non existent blogger?"
All my love and good thoughts go to Margene for her surgery tomorrow. She has a big enough heart, now it needs a bit of tweaking.
This morning as I was happily reading my email, my cat Mitchell sat on the keyboard. I suppose he did not mean to actually sit ON the keyboard but being rather, erm, gifted in the posterior end, his “end” inadvertantly pressed some kind of magic combination of keys and turned the gmail font into an unreadable, microscopic page. It was kind of funny, in a way when you think about it, a cat’s rumpus causing a whole page to change. It was funny until I could not figure out how to change it back. No other page was affected, just gmail. His rump is very skilled in gmail targeting, I guess.
Now, I am not complaining that Mitchell is big boned. He just is. Nothing to poke fun at. He is just pleasingly plump. Just a few pounds above the mean. Which is normally not a problem.
But if the cat’s behinds of the world all join force, think of the havoc on gmail. I cross my fingers that you have thought of this evil problem on your own. I’m sure you have run into it in testing.
Anyway, an exhaustive search led me to the cure (ctrl,+, in case you have a large posteriored cat).
gmail user with bad vision
She is NOT talking about me, is she??
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I have always wanted to grow my own vegetables. To me, there is nothing in the world like fresh veggies. But new this year? I have accepted the fact that:
1. I don’t like to grow vegetables
2. I don’t have the room to grow veg
3. I don’t have the sun to grow them properly.
So I’ve decided to throw myself into growing the flowering plants that I love so much. Lilacs, peonies, iris, tulips, hydrangeas and more hydrangeas! That’s what I am about this year! I am embracing the flower lover within.
But I will be purchasing plenty of fresh veggies from my favorite local farmstand, don’t worry. There might even be a bit of veg begging from my favorite organic gardener, we’ll see.
I love this time of year
In other news:
I hope you are sitting down. I am knitting a sock. I have been sick as of late, a horrible cold and I’m not saying that is the reason but…it has been a while.
knitting a sock. Not such an uncommon event. Unless you are ME.
Actual sock knitting:
Yarn: Sundara Autumn seasons, colorway Roasted Persimmon over green papaya.
Pattern: the wonderful Jane’s Hedgerow pattern. (That is a ravelry link. If you are not a member, I’ll send you another link. Just ask)
I don't pee on the floor anymore! Mom says that is progress
I still chase Myron. But I'm quite the love bug, or so Mom says!
Comfy, cute and perfect for summer!
And Iris, blooming in my yard!
A good year to be an iris
And cupcake talk to boot!
I decided to make Martha Stewart’s Strawberry cupcakes with strawberry buttercream icing. Notice the picture at the link. The cupcakes were a small disaster. Not a huge disaster, but one that went on a different path than I expected. They were not very pretty and not very cupcakey. But more like a cake with fruit. Delicious in their own right. But not a cupcake in the traditional sense.
The buttercream frosting? I am telling you that it was so beautiful and so delicious it would make you weep. I kid you not. It was the best frosting I had ever made. A bit labor intensive but worth it. And then? I put the strawberries in the mixing bowl. Holy frosting, Batman! I have never seen something change texture so fast as that. It went from a masterpiece to something that needed to go as quickly as possible to the trash can, curdled and awful looking. I shut the mixer off and gazed, disbelieving into the bowl. Disgusted, I left it there for a little while. I went back a while later and tried to whip it more.
No dice. It was beyond saving. I guess it was just the healthy eating gods trying to convince me that frosting is evil. Check mate, then.
I may write to Martha and seek her advice on that one. (I wonder if she’d answer me?)
But more importantly? I have stewed enough about my lack of cake making skills that I am now thinking of enrolling in the Cambridge School of Culinary Arts Techniques of Baking series.
Take that, frosting!
A text message from Bethany:
The cats got mail and Mitchell loves the smell of it!
I laughed so hard I thought I’d split a seam! Kitties waited until I got home to open it up.
I suspected who it was from, I was right. Crazy Auntie Cookie. She’s a cat lady way deep down inside, I have a feeling.
It's not a bomb, Mom
Smells so good!
I am in Loooooveeeee
Myron says "Thank You, Auntie Cookie!"
Mitchell says "Mmmmffrrrrrmmmfff", which I believe to be "Thank you, Auntie Cookie"!!
Thank YOU, Cookie. You made the day of 2 fuzzy ones.
I’ll be adding more over the next couple of days.
Yesterday, I heard words that I never really thought I’d hear until my (terrible , horrible, very bad) stove died it’s last painful death with no hopes of resuscitation. Andy all of a sudden said to me “let’s go buy a new stove”. Huh? You talking to me? Me in my pajamas, vacuuming, laundrying and various other Saturday fun times in process.
A person can shower and get ready very fast when they want to, I’m going to tell you. The mood may have passed and we canNOT have that.
I had a couple of conditions. It MUST have a radiant ceramic cook top, a 5th warming burner as a bonus and a huge oven. Thank you, Kenmore.
On May 4th my new stove will be delivered. I wonder what meal I should christen it with . (And? As a bonus? If I bake anything in the next week that spills over, I will leave it! )
Just doing our part for our world economy. It had nothing to do with me at all.
Mitchell has become quite addicted to television watching. I kid you not. Yesterday I had to turn the tv off so the CAT would stop watching. Srsly. How whacked is that? Click to see a video of Mitchell watching funniest home videos, the program that we taped for him. It wasn’t the funniest of all the watchings because he has been known to jump full bore at the tv to get the cat or the anchorman’s hands or whatever catches his fancy.
This is a problem I could have never anticipated. Hopefully he will burn himself out on this new obsession. Right now, he has finally fallen asleep (in front of the tv, of course). He’s kind of taking after Andy now. (heh)
The weather is FINE here. We have a taste of summer. I’ve gotten to wear my new Birkenstock sandals, the trees are getting buds, tulips are blooming. Spring is welcomed here!
How’s your spring coming along? (Or your autumn if you are on the flip side.)
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