Breaking news: the whereabouts of the KayCam are unknown. Repeat: the KayCam is missing.
Lately the KayCam has been a hard traveling piece of equipment. It made it safely from New York to all-over-England and back, on various local jaunts to day camp visiting night and Southampton, and then from New York to hippie-sleepaway-camp-in-Maine, thence to Omaha-for-a-wedding, and then…poof. No KayCam. Glove compartments and handbags have been duly searched. I’m sure it will turn up somewhere. But I kinda miss it. The habit of taking pictures of random daily stuff is strongly ingrained.
Luckily I have plenty of pictures on the computer. I could blab for months from my archives.
Here is something I’m knitting. Yes, it’s another Noro Silk Garden log cabin, and it’s a lot bigger now. The rescue blanket for LB did not come close to slaking my mighty thirst for the garter stitch. It’s gotten to the point that I’ve had to put down 2 huge blanket projects when they got too big to stuff into a tote bag. Now that I’m home, I’ll finish them. This one is going to have a twist. Something shocking and scandalous, consistent with my (imaginary) reputation as a badass basher of convention. I cannot give further details at this time. (My fantasy is that you will be saying, in slack-jawed amazement: “How does she do it? We thought we understood the garter stitch blanket, but no! Kay keeps making it fresh and exciting! Is there no limit to her simple-mindedness?”)
Twist, and Shout
I’m also knitting this, in this, in shade 171, which is a dark charcoal. Unfortunately those pictures are trapped in the KayCam. People of Omaha, Nebraska: if you should come across a small Canon digital camera that looks like it’s been in a street fight, all scratched up and horrible-looking, but containing wondrous images of a beautiful bride and some awesome knitting closeups, please contact me. KayCam, phone home!
Travels With KayCam
Some recent (but not that recent) images of Summer 2009.
French American girl marries English boy in the Kent countryside. This one went down in my record books as the most relaxed and warm-hearted wedding, ever, period. Not one fraught or tense moment. It almost didn’t seem like a wedding.
Whitstable, England. Why do you suppose they call it Squeeze Gut Alley, hmmm?
Because even a very compact person such as Belinda can barely get through the narrow bit at the end.
Day Camp Gazette
We have an archer in the family.
When you get a bullseye, your name goes on the arrow. If you come across the arrow next year, this is Very Thrilling. It is your Lucky Arrow.
Huts R Us
Ann: Would it kill you to build a Fairy Hut? Woodland sprites need shelter! (This one, in the woods of Southampton, was designed and built by our friend Eli. Note the excellent leaf thatch.)
The tinier species of fairy also have hut needs. This one designed and built by our friend Jules, age 5.
Department of Helpful Household Hints
I have been experimenting with Angry Chicken’s genius tip about brewing up highly concentrated tea in jars so you don’t have to devote precious fridge space to big pitchers. Talk about your Hints From Heloise! My variation, of which I am simultaneously proud and deeply ashamed: concentrated Crystal Light. Before Angry’s tea tip, it never would have occurred to me to mix up Crystal Light double (or even triple) strength, in a small jar, and just add more water in the glass. Life changing! Acres of fridge frontier have opened up! (In my defense, at least I’ve shaken the Demon Diet Coke off my back, and my Crystal Light habit is much less grave than previously, thanks to the discovery that it tastes almost not very artificial if you dilute it with home-brewed tea, creating the Crystal Light Cocktail.)
OK, that’s all I’ve got until KayCam service resumes. Any camera recommendations for me in case the news is bad?