Kitchen Confidential
Let's start right off with a picture.
Yes, Carolyn, I am using your beautiful, wonderful, lovely dishcloth. I have to admit that I could not say this truthfully until today. I have to admit that it was so lovely, I had it tucked to the side in my towel drawer in the kitchen and was kind of waiting for something before using it. Today the drawer was empty except for your dishcloth (the clean ones were in the living room waiting to be folded) and so I pulled it out and used it all day long for wiping off sticky faces, wiping down counters, and even the dirty pan in the sink this evening. I drew the line, though, at using it for the nasty bacon-grease pan left after making BLTs for dinner tonight. That got wiped out with an already-stained dishrag from the drawer. I love your dishcloth. Using it was about the most decadent experience one can have while cleaning up a kitchen, and it even inspired me to get out the mop and give the floor a swipe or two. Thanks again. Julie loves her "blue sparkly" socks too, and is still asking to wear them every day.
Speaking of kitchens, I got a comment the other day saying that someone was getting some use out of my food allergy page, and I appreciate that. It's something I was working on before the whole bury-her-house spectacle started, and I feel like I should be getting back to it. It can be so hard to find good things to eat when you're allergic to multiple staple foods like Julie is, especially when first diagnosed, and apparently a friend of a reader was eating only salads. Poor thing! Tonight we did indeed have BLT sandwiches - bacon from the farmers that we buy meat direct from, heirloom tomatoes from the co-op trip we made this morning, spinach (which we pretend is lettuce because it has much more nutritional value), and whole-wheat bread for me and Joe, Julie got the kind of bread that is safe for her. We got mayo and she didn't, I'm afraid. I should have sliced up some avocado for her, but didn't think of it till just now. I also served locally-grown corn on the cob. Yum!
Okay, I promised an announcement about the sport weight yarn. There are two gallon-sized bags of scraps. This is not enough, even all in one chunk, to make an entire blanket all by itself. It will constitute a good start on a blanket, though. In any case, splitting it up wasn't an option - it all needs to go to the same home. I got about ten requests for it, and it was hard to pick. I'm going to send it to Tara, who had asked for some leftovers when I first mentioned I was going to be passing on the yarn I couldn't use in my own blanket. Tara has a little girl who is about the right age to start knitting and she wants to do a blanket together with her daughter. I think that is sweet.
Also, I'm going to be sending a package of some of the other not-blankie-appropriate yarn to Ruth in South Africa, who knits baby clothes and donates them to a local public hospital, which makes sure that each newborn is sent home with warm clothes.
Changing the subject, it turns out that some local knitters may be meeting in the Creative Activities Building on Thursday evening to look around without their families just like I was wishing for last night. Joe says I can have the night off, so I'm planning to go hang out, look around, and eat some more greasy food! Wahoo!
And finally, today was another one-step-forward day in the potty training. Julie had the one good day, then a couple of days where she peed only in her pants. It was kind of disheartening, but I did my best to keep a poker face, we just cleaned up the messes as matter-of-factly as possible (hence the empty towel drawer) and moved on. Then, I managed to get her on the toilet first thing this morning and she actually did some business. We tried again while we were out at the grocery store (after she had a large glass of juice at the coffee shop) and lo and behold, she made her first tinkle in a public restroom! She had a couple other success stories today, and just one failure (involving a #2, so that's kind of a gimme for now I suppose). Some day she is going to kill me for sharing all this with the Internet, and I'm sure it's very boring for the rest of the world, maybe even more than you wanted to know...but it is very exciting for me. Not because I was tired of changing diapers - that wasn't so bad, and it was kind of sweet in a freaky way. I mean, a connection that I took for granted - her depending on me. It's exciting because it's such a clear milestone that she is growing up, growing more independent. She is learning something new in a clear-cut way that hasn't happened since she learned to sit up on her own, learned to crawl and learned to walk. 'nuff said.
Okay, and really finally finally - Ellen in Connecticut - I sent you an e-mail and it bounced. Would you please comment again with your correct e-mail address, or better yet just send me an e-mail at shellyk at shellykang dot com and I can reply to it?
Yes, Carolyn, I am using your beautiful, wonderful, lovely dishcloth. I have to admit that I could not say this truthfully until today. I have to admit that it was so lovely, I had it tucked to the side in my towel drawer in the kitchen and was kind of waiting for something before using it. Today the drawer was empty except for your dishcloth (the clean ones were in the living room waiting to be folded) and so I pulled it out and used it all day long for wiping off sticky faces, wiping down counters, and even the dirty pan in the sink this evening. I drew the line, though, at using it for the nasty bacon-grease pan left after making BLTs for dinner tonight. That got wiped out with an already-stained dishrag from the drawer. I love your dishcloth. Using it was about the most decadent experience one can have while cleaning up a kitchen, and it even inspired me to get out the mop and give the floor a swipe or two. Thanks again. Julie loves her "blue sparkly" socks too, and is still asking to wear them every day.
Speaking of kitchens, I got a comment the other day saying that someone was getting some use out of my food allergy page, and I appreciate that. It's something I was working on before the whole bury-her-house spectacle started, and I feel like I should be getting back to it. It can be so hard to find good things to eat when you're allergic to multiple staple foods like Julie is, especially when first diagnosed, and apparently a friend of a reader was eating only salads. Poor thing! Tonight we did indeed have BLT sandwiches - bacon from the farmers that we buy meat direct from, heirloom tomatoes from the co-op trip we made this morning, spinach (which we pretend is lettuce because it has much more nutritional value), and whole-wheat bread for me and Joe, Julie got the kind of bread that is safe for her. We got mayo and she didn't, I'm afraid. I should have sliced up some avocado for her, but didn't think of it till just now. I also served locally-grown corn on the cob. Yum!
Okay, I promised an announcement about the sport weight yarn. There are two gallon-sized bags of scraps. This is not enough, even all in one chunk, to make an entire blanket all by itself. It will constitute a good start on a blanket, though. In any case, splitting it up wasn't an option - it all needs to go to the same home. I got about ten requests for it, and it was hard to pick. I'm going to send it to Tara, who had asked for some leftovers when I first mentioned I was going to be passing on the yarn I couldn't use in my own blanket. Tara has a little girl who is about the right age to start knitting and she wants to do a blanket together with her daughter. I think that is sweet.
Also, I'm going to be sending a package of some of the other not-blankie-appropriate yarn to Ruth in South Africa, who knits baby clothes and donates them to a local public hospital, which makes sure that each newborn is sent home with warm clothes.
Changing the subject, it turns out that some local knitters may be meeting in the Creative Activities Building on Thursday evening to look around without their families just like I was wishing for last night. Joe says I can have the night off, so I'm planning to go hang out, look around, and eat some more greasy food! Wahoo!
And finally, today was another one-step-forward day in the potty training. Julie had the one good day, then a couple of days where she peed only in her pants. It was kind of disheartening, but I did my best to keep a poker face, we just cleaned up the messes as matter-of-factly as possible (hence the empty towel drawer) and moved on. Then, I managed to get her on the toilet first thing this morning and she actually did some business. We tried again while we were out at the grocery store (after she had a large glass of juice at the coffee shop) and lo and behold, she made her first tinkle in a public restroom! She had a couple other success stories today, and just one failure (involving a #2, so that's kind of a gimme for now I suppose). Some day she is going to kill me for sharing all this with the Internet, and I'm sure it's very boring for the rest of the world, maybe even more than you wanted to know...but it is very exciting for me. Not because I was tired of changing diapers - that wasn't so bad, and it was kind of sweet in a freaky way. I mean, a connection that I took for granted - her depending on me. It's exciting because it's such a clear milestone that she is growing up, growing more independent. She is learning something new in a clear-cut way that hasn't happened since she learned to sit up on her own, learned to crawl and learned to walk. 'nuff said.
Okay, and really finally finally - Ellen in Connecticut - I sent you an e-mail and it bounced. Would you please comment again with your correct e-mail address, or better yet just send me an e-mail at shellyk at shellykang dot com and I can reply to it?
posted by Shelly Kang at 9:05 PM
2 Comments:
Thank you very much! I'm so excited to be receiving some of the yarn. I'll send you pictures of the finished items, and of course I'll post them on my blog too.
Thank you once again!
I'm looking forward to/dreading the days of the potty training. Although my girly is very opposed to giving it a whirl. The boy I look after on the other hand, is wanting to try so I don't think it will be long before the girly changes her mind.
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