Posts
(Whew.)
Citizen of the planet and beloved younger brother Scott (he also knits) has finally finished his Masters. I would have loved to have been in the room for the French oral exam when he might have said damn well anything, preferably obscene and obscure. Well done, Scott. You made Mum very happy. See you at "Christmas" although I reckon we can celebrate anything we like. ooo, pretty fibery thingy . I am crap at embroidery.
In praise of damn fine cats
Julie Powell of Julie/Julia fame writes about her late cat Maxine . I always enjoyed Powell's blog posts; they had more gusto and life than the book. This piece gives a big relishy bite of that flavor. Julie Powell still blogs . She is very much worth the read.
Monday,
The Steven's on a meditation retreat this week, departing at 4:45 AM and returning at 9:30 PM. He comes home and burbles the nicest things. I reckon this comes from not talking all day. ("You know what we should have Sunday!? Lobster! How much are lobster tails? Can you get some? How much are they? Can I have a cookie? You are the best!") I woke up this morning to find not one but two cartoon post-it note mousies. This is why I married him. While at liberty, I dusted off the spinning wheel and worked my way through 12 ounces of BFL (Non-fiber people: Blue Faced Leicester . The acronym is pronounced "Biffle". Impress your friends.) I am having some trouble getting the diameter and twist I want. Spinning is nothing like riding a bicycle and god knows how many fleeces will be turned into some very odd art yarn before I get my groove back. I've been catching up on Top Chef and Project Runway. The big confession: The entire knitting group including yours truly...
