these days of leiderhosen

...that everytime I go into the local yarn store, Article Pract , there is always someone discussing the work they are getting done on their tattoo that afternoon. They are almost always a bit older than myself. Local feminist tat parlor of choice: Diving Swallow . Am contemplating some work myself. Job first, though. ...Shred's fat little face when she isn't complaining or begging for food. ...having the ladies at Cole's Coffee say "two double doubles, right?". Or just having coffee with Steven in the morning. ...Blue Sky Alpaca's Alpaca and Silk yarn, sport-weight, olive. I'm making someone a brioche stitch scarf with it. Almost nicer than cashmere.

I present to you: anezkahandmade.com My god, what are you waiting for? Scott tells you knitters not to miss this: You Knit What?? Interviews today and a few more this week. Am about to sell my soul to the yarn store in Mill Valley, if only they will allow me to wear comfy shoes to work there. Curses! I've discovered Bakeshop Betty on Telegraph. Started by an Aussie import, she insists on producing bakery products so good it makes ones knees weak. Most exceptional, the very mouth-twisting best lemon bars and some kind of Aussie delicacy: rectangular generous wegdes of pound cake with raspberry jam and custard layers, dipped in dark chocolate and rolled in coconut. Fan-bloody-tastic. Tonight we are having their pot pies for dinner. Saturday in the shop was undiluted madness. Sunday, I invited myself to my parents house to (my words) vomit Christmas up all over it. For the first time ever Steven and I decorated a tree using five massive barrells of X-mas ornaments collected by my mum