Friday, February 26, 2010
I spent all day trying to become a knitwear designer of ruffly fingerless mitts. I'll let you know when that works out.
I made an octopus (NO! A SQUID) with Wendy out of construction paper and yarn, and we counted the legs over and over, first "regular," and then in Spanish: Uno, Dos, Bles, Waplo, Sinco, Tres, Siete, Ocho, Nueve!
There was a lot of wind overnight, which sculpted the snow into surreal waves and trenches. We are hemmed in by a desert of white crystal...the kind of bizarre natural event that photos just cannot capture. The kind of beautiful, if bizzare, natural event that puts me in a strange mood.
I think a nice happy drink is in order to wrap up the rest of the afternoon. I'm thinking, let's kill the rest of the boxed wine and some citrus fruit? YES. Let's do it. What a brilliant idea we've had! Ta!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Fasnachts (and I have given up trying to spell this on the fly) are donuts, deep fried in the spirit of Pensylvania Dutch pre-Lent festivity. New Orleans gets beads and shrimp and debauchery, and we get dough plunked into vats of boiling lard, and then coated with sugar.
Quick, they're distracted by something we find totally uninteresting! HOOT HOOT HOOT!
Feeling slightly guilty, I made off with a big bag of yarn, which effectively doubles my own stash. As Steph has good taste, it is all nice stuff. It's like we won the yarn lottery. Or mugged a girl of her yarn while she was all hopped up on sugarlard and beers. Whatever. Pictured here is about half of my score:
Do you like how it's all nestled around my coffee mug? This is what I did this morning. I admired how the colors of the yarn that I picked out match my coffee mug. I then drank coffee, fondled yarn, colored with Wendy, organized some yarn by weight, did the chicken dance with Elmo, and fondled my organized yarn.
As I made off with the booty Saturday night, I promised to let Steph visit it, and that she can have any of it back if she wants it. And I made a vow not to buy any more yarn. On top of the vow that I made to Carl to finish his other Christmas glove by the time the snow melts, this makes two yarn-related vows in a week. I'm on a roll.
I'm also feeling pretty fat. I mean. Sugarlard. A total detour from the light yogurt and Kashi track that I have been on lately. I'm not going to beat myself up over it, or anything. It was too delicous and full of chocolate for regrets.
New Motto: Buy No Yarn; Regret no Donut.
I'm embroidering that onto a flag, or something.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
"MOMMY, I'm Tinkerbell and you're Queen Clarion. You have to give me the moonstone and then you can be Terrence and follow me to the island with the treasure."
Blogging is also one of these things...but do you see the clock? It has giant red numbers, and it's ticking loudly. It will probably take me three different runs at my laptop before I actually finish this entry.