Melting

Could this be our February thaw? The ice is melting under the tiny shelves that form at the edges of the snowbanks. You can hear dripping all around outside. It’s still not melting fast enough to suit me, and while I was hacking at crunchy, cracking ice, I found out that my scarf is indeed […]

Orchids are up

So if orchids are from the tropics, why do they flower in the dead of winter here? Not that I’m complaining, now that the stalk has just finished opening. There’s five flowers all together, but since they opened to alternating sides, it’s hard to get a picture showing them all at once. You just have […]

Now, my gloves match

Finished reknitting my glove last night. It only took three hours of TV to do the knitting and then another 40 minutes to do the bindoff. I knitted until my hand ached and more. I wanted my glove back.

He vants to trink your…tomato juice?

I think my fluffy white cat who is our evil overlord wants to pretend he’s a vampire. He’s got the teeth for it. He’s got the sneakiness. And evidently, he’s been reading those vampire novels where the up-to-date modern nosferatu avoids detection by making do with tomato juice.

Gumbo–I don’t get it

Cold weather means warm cooking. So yesterday, with the wind blowing another batch of dry, cold snow around, seemed like a great day to make some gumbo. Besides, I wanted to try the Alton Brown method of baking the roux. This is a great idea on so many levels. It gives you an excuse to […]

Taking a glove back to square one

Now that I’m done with my scarf, I can fix this glove. I found what row I wanted to take it back to, and ran a thread of dental floss through the stitches as a lifeline. It took me so long to undo the bindoff that when I got to the point where I could […]

Meanwhile my car plate gently weeps

It’s not fair. My car never read The Scarlet Letter. So why does it have to wear a big red R? There isn’t even anything wrong. It’s the license plates that didn’t pass the inspection it received while I knitting (lots of knitting) last Friday.

Scarf 2.0

Tada! Or maybe it’s Phew! I just finished reknitting my first scarf, which also makes it my second scarf, I suppose. Now it’s nice and flexible and soft and long and flat. Totally worth the effort. And as usual, I learned a lot.

Do guppies say cheese?

I seem to have veered off in a new direction. Take a picture. Write about it. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. It’s easy to do most days, except I can’t really call it a direction. Worse, today we had dimsum, but didn’t take any pictures. And we went for a long walk, but didn’t take any pictures. […]

A half dozen oysters, please

Oyster knife: $14. Time watching an oyster shucking video: 5 minutes. A half dozen salty, succulent, sweet oysters after spending the afternoon knitting and chatting and knitting and waiting for your car to be maintained (did I mention lots of knitting?) and then realizing you have to rip out half of that knitting? Priceless.