August 21, 2003
Kay! Did you knit those swimsuits? Love the creative use of All Seasons Cotton. I ADORE THAT PICTURE.
All joking aside, a lightning strike is something I put in the category of YIKES. Last year a house two blocks away burned to the ground when it was hit, so I’m glad your Comment from God was simply, “Hey. Knock off the Cartoon Network, OK?”
The Frenchies are tri-lingual? Do they speak Euro or Esperanto or what? They sure are cute little busters.
All I can say is, welcome the hell back. I’ve been over here tap dancing, spinning plates, balancing balls on my nose, sewing buttonbands–anything to keep this leaky boat afloat.
Here’s Splash limping its way to glory, middle of the second buttonband. Where will I ever wear this thing? To a Carmen Miranda reunion?
Since you gave me permission to break my new year’s resolution about buying no more yarn until stash is seriously reduced, I have gone insane. In the past week (and note that I paid half price for all, as is my vaguely strict rule):
A lifetime supply of Rowan Kidsilk Haze in Lord, a murky blue.
Two bales of Felted Tweed, Arctic and Charcoal. (We agree on the exemplary traits of this stuff.)
A great whackin’ pile of Magpie in Tarragon, the weirdest green yet.
Ten dainty little skeins of Donegal Lambswool in Bark, as close a shade to dirt as I’ve ever seen. OK so I didn’t pay half price for this, but you know how I am about Donegal Lambswool.
More later–I have returned to my favorite cookbook of the moment, Cooking for the Week, which makes fixing dinner idiot proof. The two fat birds are roasting away, making me feel like Julia Child.
SPEAKING of whom, knowing that you love the gal, there’s a blog starting where somebody plans to cook every recipe from Mastering the Art of French Cooking, one day after the other. Maybe we should try to knit every sweater in Rowan Number 1? I love an overwhelming project, you know.