Obsession du Jour

Twist and shout.

Look! Something knitted! By me, even!



ChicKnits Twist
Cascade 220
Heathers...Turtle, I think.
6 balls, plus a teeny bit of an 7th.

Mods:
Lengthened the sleeves and body quite a bit, 2 1/2 inches or so, because sleeves are always too short for me, and there were so many of these that looked shorter than I would have liked for me on the folks in the Rav galleries that I was afeered of that translating to shorty mcdumpypants on me.

In the end, I didn't really need either of them lengthened (please to note folded up sleeves), and while I love the way this turned out, if I had it to do all over again (which, of course, I DO) , I would probably make the pattern as written. Oh, and? I would make the next size down for a bit of negative ease.



Here you can see the temporary button choice because - SHOCKINGLY - despite it's vastness, the button stash does not seem to have THE perfect buttons. However, I am too damned impatient not to start wearing this thing before I can get to a store, so here we are. One, lonely, temporary button. And not very well placed on the button band either...honestly, this is not actually about to pop off.

Success on the barbee

Success on the barbee

I've been trying for a couple of weeks to figure out what to do with the last bit of a bag of shrimp that's been in the freezer longer than I am happy about.....which really is any amount of time in the freezer, honestly. Growing up in the South where Gulf seafood is plentiful and cheap, by comparison, I never even acknowledged that frozen shrimp existed. It's only since we moved up here that this has become a requirement for us, and I am not yet so savvy with prepping foods that account for the differences between frozen and fresh. Seriously people, I FLY CRAWFISH IN from Louisianna when I need a fix. Not even kidding. Also it's really not any more expensive (and WAY tastier) than buying the pre-shelled, frozen tail meat in the grocery store....but I digress.

So anyway....it turns out that if you go all old skool and fill an aluminum pouch with sliced onion, the (still frozen) shrimp, lemon halves (after squeezing their juice all over everything), and a whole bunch of a favorite seasoning mix, then toss it in a medium-hot grill for somewhere around 20 minutes, what comes out is pretty darned good peel-n-eat shrimp that takes less than 10 minutes to prep. Color me excited.

And full.

Orange you glad?

"Look Daddy, SHEEP! BAAAAAAAA!"

Happy Weather

Hey - we went to CT S&W this past weekend and look what we found! Sun! For reals. I got almost no pictures, despite hauling the big camera around, because it turns out that even with Dad around to help, it's almost impossible to focus on photos while chasing a toddler who is intent on throwing himself under the hooves of the oxen pulling the hayride, or trying to vault the retaining fence so that he can go "run with the doggies, woof, woof, woof", or any other brand of toddler hilarity.

We did get to see people that I haven't seen in ages, which is the thing I love best about these gatherings. It has always been about the people (oh, OK and a LITTLE bit about the stuff, sheesh), but it's become even more vital to me now that I (and often they) have less time for the other social outlets we used to share. I miss everyone, often a lot, and it's always so great to catch up however briefly.

Hooray for festival season!

Yum!

He luuuuuurrrrrves his apples, this guy does.  He began stealing them off the counter and noshing them whole a couple of weeks ago and is nigh unstoppable.

......but he still won't eat the peels on an apple that's been cut up for him.  WTF is that?

Zonk

Sheep & Wool festivals are fun, no?

Oh, and speaking of stuff....guess who came home from a festival with NOT A SINGLE PURCHASE?  Oh sorry, perhaps I should have told you to sit down first?

CHEESE!!!!

And so the era of the 'cheese grimace' begins...

Wait.....I have a blog? Really? Well I'll be damned.

Blog? Meet Flickr. Flickr? Meet blog. Y'all really do need to get along better so that I can play with ALL my imaginary friends. So we'll start here.

WB at 21 months, and looking more like a proper little kid now. There's not much left of the infant in this face anymore, and it is both fantastic and a little sad.