Blast. I had to rip back quite a bit of Shetland lace…can’t get my work to match my chart and don’t want the pattern to be wrong. After taking it off the needles to snap the photo posted below, it looks like I didn’t have enough stitches around the outside anyway, so it’s a good thing to find that out now instead of later. Thankfully, no adult beverages were harmed in the frogging of this shawl. (And I didn’t have to frog the whole thing, so it’s not a total reset.)
Oh well, my hat is going much better than the shawl. It is knit crown-down from the inside out (i.e. knit side facing) so that it works more quickly, and has lovely little ribs of brioche stitches. The idea was to mimic a sea urchin’s “test” (i.e. the shell that remains after the fleshy parts and spines of the urchin are gone). The yarn shown is Caress Luxury Yarns two-ply worsted-spun laceweight in a hue of softest, buttery sunlight.
So many designs crawling anaerobically off the needles. So many patterns lazing around the pool inside my computer. Time to get going and get this stuff out the door!
Am reprising my Woodsy Kale dish from this post for dinner tonight. Side of polenta and broiled asparagus that I found in the fridge at a friend’s house (am petsitting for them). I hate to snatch it, but they won’t be home until Tuesday, and asparagus doesn’t keep all that long. They will probably learn of my little theft via my blog before they get home, so: sorry, D, will replace it when you get back! :)
Haven’t made polenta before, but am thinking some parmesan cheese, garlic, veggie stock, and butter should do quite nicely to round out its flavor.
First time I’ve been this excited about dinner in a while. Am going to put the new fry pan to the test, for sure.
Feeling a little empowered by my loooong walk around the neighborhood today—and, to a much greater extent, the margarita I had at happy hour—I have grooveshark cranked to some super sing-along friendly tunes. Just what I need to make muffins with my clone and stay awake late enough to watch the episode of Grimm that I missed on Friday and Worst Cooks in America at the witching-to-me-hour of 9pm. Goodness. (I crapped out fell asleep last night at about 7:30pm. Oh, the weaksauceness of it all.) I’m also swearing to post photos of some WIPs tomorrow when I have better lighting.
If you ever want to feel inferior try to sing along with Ella Fitzgerald. or Aretha Franklin. or especially Whitney Houston. Just forget about it.
More than anyone else in my formative years, there was one person that made me want to sing, as bad as I was. I’ll never forget having her tapes in my walkman on FULL BLAST because her vocal timbre was so excellent. So sad that her beauty and voice are gone. RIP Whitney. You inspired little old me more than you ever could have known. (And nobody looked better in spandex and hot pink lipstick.) I leave you with a couple of my favorite songs of hers.