We find ourselves in August again. For you, August is hurry-up time, school’s about to start. Meanwhile, up here, nothing is about to start, and as it gets later in the month, it seems like nothing ever will. Apart from the mass shleppage of heavily-laden L.L. Bean Boat Totes into and out of the city, there ain’t a lot going on. The local economy is being supported entirely by tour groups from France and Italy, to judge from the accents of people asking me directions. (I did guide an Australian couple to Yankee Stadium on the B train, but they were my only Australians so far.)
When I first moved here, the great slack-off of August was a wonderment to me. In the Omaha of my youth, unless you were a fisherman, August was just another month, but hotter. (Another thing that amazed me upon arrival in August 1981: seersucker suits! Hundreds of older guys walking around looking like Hal Holbrooke playing Mark Twain. Now you don’t see them anymore; I feel privileged to have the memory.)
I’m not exactly idle. It takes a lot of maternal labor for 2 girls (and one dog) to have a childhood memory of lazing in a hammock, reading adventure books and eating cherries. But by cracky, we are gettin’ R done. Cherries–check. Hammock–check. Books–check. Faithful friend–check. Some days, I find myself with more children. I don’t know how that happens. Eventually someone picks them up, and I try to sneak one of my own into their car, in the hope that someday I’ll be able to baste up the quilt sandwich that I’ve had masking-taped to the basement floor for several days now. You really don’t want to leave a quilt in suspense at that stage. Not recommended.
August is also Appointment Month for us. Here are some things I’ve seen on the way to Appointments.
Passing the Louis Vuitton store en route to dentist. A high point in windowdressing. I just love the umbrella.
The cardboard box version is the best, but if you’ve got a whole lot of LV luggage, it’s nice to know that you can make an Eiffel Tower.
(Speaking of the Eiffel Tower, have you seen this shawl pattern by Natalie Servant? So very beautiful, and unusual. I’m trying very hard to not cast it on until I’m done with something (anything) already on the needles. I never wear shawls. I keep thinking that is relevant, but maybe it’s not. We’re talking about knitting, after all.)
This summer I keep running into groovy food and drink on wheels. Just like in Portland!
Best slush I’ve ever had. And you know, I’m a slush person.
Look at the menu! A ginger slush! I had ice tea with raspberry mix-in, and it was so good I levitated (just a little). Carrie had citrus with guava mix-in, also a very tasty way to freeze your brain. But next time I’m getting the ginger. If you get the basil or mint mix-in, they pulverize the leaves in a blender first. Also the servers are adorable. I hardly need to say that you can follow the slush truck on Twitter (kelvinslush), or if you’re very old-school you can call the Slushphone. (I signed up for email alerts. I want to know where that truck is at all times.)
Baby Louie’s Courthouse Steps blanket has been washed and dried a bunch of times and has (almost) all the lint picked off of it.
The thrill of the fade never fails me.
The acorn doesn’t fall far from the stripe-loving tree; Carrie made me this bowl at camp. Hand-built, and the dark blue glaze is matte. A great addition to the collection.
Sorry to be so light on the knitting content. But hey, it’s August. When it’s make a grilled-cheese sandwich or take a photo of my knitting, I am forced to go the grilled-cheese route.