Melty Sunday

It's sunny and melty outside, which makes me happy. Is it possible that Spring has actually arrived??

(Clickie to embiggerenie)



The Hamster Blankie took my knitting mojo for a while-- it was so insanely perfect I had a hard time beginning anything else, even socks, which is sad. Thus, I decided to play around and invent something. The Interlacements red that Mum got me for Christmas was perfect to experiment making convertible mittens. I have tiny hands with short stubby fingers, so even if I found a good pattern I'd still have to make major adjustments to it.


Aren't they fun? :)


These were quick and easy-- just enough to get me back on the knitting wagon.

The Hamster has Hatched!

I just got a phone call from a very groggy Bri telling me that the Hamster has hatched! He's a little early, and came by c-section, but he is healthy and strong and weighs 5 pounds and is 20 inches long. Bri says that he has red hair and looks just like her brother did when he was born. In her grogginess she just kept repeating, "I had a baby! I had a baby!" I told her to call me back sometime when she was a little less medicated. :)

More updates to come!

Maple Open House

There's been a lot of hubbub recently around here-- dead-looking trees with IV-like tubes sticking out of them, and lots of Grange-hall breakfasts being advertised, things like that. Today as I was out doing some errands I spotted a building that looked very much like it was on fire-- smoke was billowing from the roof, and there were lots of cars parked on the side of the road. It didn't seem like an emergency, but rather like a happy little party. I knew I had to join the fun when I saw this little sign:


It was the local sugarhouse, gorifying the mapley goodness that means Spring around here.


There's a little room in the back of the store where they have the boilers, and that would explain the steam (not smoke, I'm such a ninny) that I had seen billowing from the roof. The smell was heavenly, and you could see the frothy bubblyness that would soon be syrup.


Here's the steam escaping from the opening in the roof:

...And a little mini-museum they had in one corner:

And back in the main room they had bottle after bottle of syrup:

The only bad thing is that I don't particularly care for maple syrup. I like it as a discreet ingredient, a flavoring in cookies and candies and maybe on ice cream, but not as a big runny puddle on my pancakes. I have this weird reaction where if I eat it I smell like it for days-- it's really bizarre. However, I couldn't leave without buying something that was mapley, so I got some maple butter and some maple-flavored pancake mix. If I don't like them I know of a couple of parents and maybe even a sister who would like them instead.

Happy Easter!

Here is a slightly disturbing video just for you. At first I was like, ummm, is this how mutant cyborg bunnies are created? And then, about twenty seconds into it, the real reason emerges-- Prepare for takeoff at Bunway Airlines! Engage manual earflaps!



My own bunnies have their own opinion, of course. Tao, with the hairdo of disapproval, disapproves.


Zen approves so much she wants to have her own video taken of her and put on YouTube. Here she is being beautiful for the camera...


...and an up-close-and-personal shot of her curious little schnozzle.

Hamster Blankie is done!

So this weekend I was determined to finish the Hamster Blankie, even though I really didn't want to end it. It has been my favorite project in a while, and it is so soft and cuddly and perfect. I had blocked it last weekend and I had been experimenting with what kind of yarn I wanted for the seam and edging. I finally decided on using a little of the Great Adirondack Yarn Company's Serengeti II, which I can't find a great picture of, but this one's close enough. It's very rainbowy and the yellows and greens and purples take the edge off all that blue and red. I just want to find a random little baby boy and wrap him up in this blanket!


Of course I don't have a place big enough in my house to model this properly, but I think you get the idea.



The final measurements of this blankie ended up being 28" X 32"-- not too big, not too small. It's a good thickness too-- sturdy enough to be drooled on and tugged on by little fingers, but not too heavy to be for winter use only.


Now all I have to do is wait for the little sprout to be born!

My Weekend Part III: Bon Voyage Jess

Yeah, I've been busy, and I know it was two weeks ago, but I still have to put up Part III of my weekend. My friend Jess was moving her little family to Las Vegas, so we all got together to give her a send-off. These are all old friends from high school that I lost touch with, but thanks to MySpace we found each other again.


We pretty much spent the evening eating and drinking and playing "pass the baby." This is Jess and her beautiful baby boy F, who is a sweetheart.


Watching a dozen grown adults entertain this little munchkin was the highlight of the evening. Especially Jennie, who makes the best faces.


I had forgotten how weird we all could be. I haven't laughed that hard in a long, long time. Jennie has three kids and she was telling us all about some of the crazy things they do-- they all seem to be just like her. :)

Bye-Bye Jess! We will all miss you! Take care of that baby and have fun in Vegas!

My Weekend Part II: Fun With Ellen and Kate

Since somebody's getting a little demanding, I suppose it is time to post Part II.

(I guess that boring pictures of a crummy old lighthouse, a dozen pictures of moldy rocks and a stupid tanker does not suit everyone!)

So anyways, here is Part II: Fun with Ellen and Kate.

It started out with my mother, who was making the food for this little shindig. She, of course, had to amuse herself by saying, "what you mean you don't eat no meat? That's okay, I make lamb."

Ellen likes lamb. However, lamb and all of its other varieties (mutton, haggis, entrails) is just about the #1 most disgusting thing on earth. It just smells revolting and the idea of eating something that is 90% babyfat just makes me want to hurk. I found a kindred soul in Kate who thinks that spreading mint jelly on it just raises it to a level of foulness that is beyond humane. Thus, the three carnivores in my family ate the roasted ick while Kate noshed on a sandwich and I had a bagel. Mum didn't butcher the asparagus too badly so we all had vegetables, at least.

Then we had cake. Mmmmmmmmmm cake.


Ellen had wanted a "white cake with real frosting" (not that pseudo-whipped cream crap) and so this is what Mum got. It was (I swear to God) a foot across and nine inches tall.

Cutting a slice from it was like battling the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man with a rapier. We each got a slice the size of Wyoming and then Dad piled six tons of ice cream on top.

After we ate, and after Mum and Dad had drifted into the living room, we proceeded to set our leftovers on fire.



There is something very Neanderthalish about the glassy-eyed expressions people get when they play with matches.



Kate's cake was like a little bonfire, Ellen's was rather classy with the three-tiered effect going on, and mine was pathetic.



My favorite comment was when I said, "This is how--" and I was going to finish with "--you'll always remember your 25th birthday," but Kate interrupted, "--house fires start?"


This shot of Kate adding a sprinkle of freshly-ground black pepper to hers is quite charming.


And, for our grand finale, I present to you, Popcorn Avec Frosting Brûlé en Flambé*.

*Whatever that means.