Still Tired Tuesday
Oh, hey look it's Tuesday already, and I'm still ignoring my blog! I keep thinking to myself "hey I should blog about this (whatever I'm doing at the moment) tonight!" And then I finally get the girls put to bed and the dishes washed and by then my brain is just too numb to do anything but watch a DVD and knit. So I'm going to do what I always do when this is the case...dump all the pictures which I've been accumulating on you and hope for the best.
In no particular order,
Sophie looked so cute the other day, hanging out in my office with me and naughtily digging through the bag full of stuff that I had taken to work with me over the weekend. I love that the tiny little stair-step-sized ledge at the edge of my yarn closet is the perfect size for her to sit on like a bench right now.
Here we have Julie with a plate of tasty and nutritious curry chicken and veggies with brown rice, which I served for dinner a couple nights ago. She didn't touch it, and instead ate only a peanut butter sandwich.
I know it looks like Sophie is eating *her* dinner, but really she is just eating the rice before moving on to a peanut butter sandwich of her own.
I read this post over at Suburban Bliss the other day, and it really resonated except that my husband doesn't really seem to appreciate home cooked food all that much, and yet I do manage to put home cooked food on the table more nights than not anyway. It can get disheartening, though, I tell you.
The prize packages finally went out on Monday. There were several of them, as you can see. I sent them all the slow, cheap way, so if you won something hopefully you'll get it within the next week-ish. And now there are no more blankie scraps here. Except for the Koigu and cotton ones, which I am keeping. I feel a little weight of responsibility lifted off my shoulders.
Look - more bread! My friend Jean gave me some of her sourdough starter - one that she says originated in Alaska and that she's had for like 20 years. How cool is *that*! So yesterday I baked up some sourdough. It turned out a lot milder than I expected, with just a hint of sourdough flavor. It was really good, though, and I ate myself sick on it (when will I learn?)
The recipe called for something like 8 cups of flour, and it was a white-bread recipe, but I just couldn't bear to make all-white bread so I substituted a couple cups of whole wheat flour in there. It still turned out really nice and fluffy-soft. Yum! I've ordered a couple books on sourdough bread baking from the library, and plan on playing around with my new little yeasty friends again soon.
I took this picture to entertain Sophie during the last few minutes before dinner the other night. She loves it when I take her picture and immediately show her the results on the camera. Poor thing has been snotty-sick *again* this week (and now so am I of course).
Look at the new bit of lace on my knitting needles.
I'm really excited about this little project. The idea for it came to me as I was brainstorming class ideas for Spring and Summer at the store, and I'm going to write it up quick. I sort of doubt that my boss will bite on listing it as a class, but if it turns out maybe a few of the patterns will sell. Can you guess what it is?
I've made a little progress on the next pair of plain socks...
This colorway is okay - not great, just okay. I think it will be wearable enough, but it sure isn't make-my-day pretty. I don't know why I do this to myself - I seem to feel some masochistic obligation to knit up the uglier yarns in my stash first sometimes.
That wasn't the case with the Love Stinks colorway of Vesper Sock yarn that I just finished up. These socks were going to be for me (of course - this is supposedly the year of knitting only for myself, remember?) but I was almost to the heels a couple weeks ago and I pulled one of them out to work on during Julie's dance class. Her teacher, R, saw it and commented on how pretty it was, and how impressed she was at what I was doing. We love R to death, she is so sweet and patient and kind to the girls. I really had meant to knit her something before Christmas, and without thinking I begged her to try on what I had so far so I could finish them for her. And today we presented them to her. Look how flexible she is!
I asked her to do some kind of fancy ballet pose with her feet, and this is what I got:
I'm feeling a little guilty about cheating on the Manifesto, but totally glad to have made these socks for R. She was very appreciative and will take good care of them. Dancers are used to hand-washing a lot of their clothes, so she didn't even think twice when I told her she would have to wash this pair by hand.
Argh! Sophie has been so snotty, she hasn't been sleeping very well. She was oh-so-ready to take a nap after lunch today, and I forced Julie to at least pretend to take a nap so that she'd be perky for dance class later. Well, Sophie fell asleep right away, and I came down and cleaned up the dishes from lunch. No sooner had I sat down with a cup of tea and a handful of cookies than Sophie coughed herself awake.
My cold tea and half-eaten cookies were still sitting there when I came down after bedtime. So sad! No rest for the wicked.
I'll leave you with a little video that will probably bore anyone else to tears - but makes me incredibly happy to watch. It's Sophie, trying to wind a ball of yarn on the ball winder.
In no particular order,
Sophie looked so cute the other day, hanging out in my office with me and naughtily digging through the bag full of stuff that I had taken to work with me over the weekend. I love that the tiny little stair-step-sized ledge at the edge of my yarn closet is the perfect size for her to sit on like a bench right now.
Here we have Julie with a plate of tasty and nutritious curry chicken and veggies with brown rice, which I served for dinner a couple nights ago. She didn't touch it, and instead ate only a peanut butter sandwich.
I know it looks like Sophie is eating *her* dinner, but really she is just eating the rice before moving on to a peanut butter sandwich of her own.
I read this post over at Suburban Bliss the other day, and it really resonated except that my husband doesn't really seem to appreciate home cooked food all that much, and yet I do manage to put home cooked food on the table more nights than not anyway. It can get disheartening, though, I tell you.
The prize packages finally went out on Monday. There were several of them, as you can see. I sent them all the slow, cheap way, so if you won something hopefully you'll get it within the next week-ish. And now there are no more blankie scraps here. Except for the Koigu and cotton ones, which I am keeping. I feel a little weight of responsibility lifted off my shoulders.
Look - more bread! My friend Jean gave me some of her sourdough starter - one that she says originated in Alaska and that she's had for like 20 years. How cool is *that*! So yesterday I baked up some sourdough. It turned out a lot milder than I expected, with just a hint of sourdough flavor. It was really good, though, and I ate myself sick on it (when will I learn?)
The recipe called for something like 8 cups of flour, and it was a white-bread recipe, but I just couldn't bear to make all-white bread so I substituted a couple cups of whole wheat flour in there. It still turned out really nice and fluffy-soft. Yum! I've ordered a couple books on sourdough bread baking from the library, and plan on playing around with my new little yeasty friends again soon.
I took this picture to entertain Sophie during the last few minutes before dinner the other night. She loves it when I take her picture and immediately show her the results on the camera. Poor thing has been snotty-sick *again* this week (and now so am I of course).
Look at the new bit of lace on my knitting needles.
I'm really excited about this little project. The idea for it came to me as I was brainstorming class ideas for Spring and Summer at the store, and I'm going to write it up quick. I sort of doubt that my boss will bite on listing it as a class, but if it turns out maybe a few of the patterns will sell. Can you guess what it is?
I've made a little progress on the next pair of plain socks...
This colorway is okay - not great, just okay. I think it will be wearable enough, but it sure isn't make-my-day pretty. I don't know why I do this to myself - I seem to feel some masochistic obligation to knit up the uglier yarns in my stash first sometimes.
That wasn't the case with the Love Stinks colorway of Vesper Sock yarn that I just finished up. These socks were going to be for me (of course - this is supposedly the year of knitting only for myself, remember?) but I was almost to the heels a couple weeks ago and I pulled one of them out to work on during Julie's dance class. Her teacher, R, saw it and commented on how pretty it was, and how impressed she was at what I was doing. We love R to death, she is so sweet and patient and kind to the girls. I really had meant to knit her something before Christmas, and without thinking I begged her to try on what I had so far so I could finish them for her. And today we presented them to her. Look how flexible she is!
I asked her to do some kind of fancy ballet pose with her feet, and this is what I got:
I'm feeling a little guilty about cheating on the Manifesto, but totally glad to have made these socks for R. She was very appreciative and will take good care of them. Dancers are used to hand-washing a lot of their clothes, so she didn't even think twice when I told her she would have to wash this pair by hand.
Argh! Sophie has been so snotty, she hasn't been sleeping very well. She was oh-so-ready to take a nap after lunch today, and I forced Julie to at least pretend to take a nap so that she'd be perky for dance class later. Well, Sophie fell asleep right away, and I came down and cleaned up the dishes from lunch. No sooner had I sat down with a cup of tea and a handful of cookies than Sophie coughed herself awake.
My cold tea and half-eaten cookies were still sitting there when I came down after bedtime. So sad! No rest for the wicked.
I'll leave you with a little video that will probably bore anyone else to tears - but makes me incredibly happy to watch. It's Sophie, trying to wind a ball of yarn on the ball winder.
posted by Shelly Kang at 10:21 PM
4 Comments:
You have such a busy life... thanks for sharing! The bread looks really good.
I love the video of Sophie winding yarn! Start 'em out young, that's what I say! Hope you all get well soon. The winter sniffles are the worst.
Best regards,
Blogless Mary Lou
Good luck with the sourdough starter. I can't count the number of starters that have met untimely ends in my kitchen because I didn't use—or at least feed) them often enough.
I think you can freeze starter if you know you won't be able to use it. Check with someone who knows before you attempt this as I don't want to be responsible for killing yet another starter.
Ooh, Sophie is so cute! Lil' kids using the ball winder are so adorable.
If you're looking for a good bread book, I'd recommend "Knead it, Punch it, Bake it!" by Judith and Evan Jones. It's one of my favourite bread-baking books. There are a wide variety of recipes in there, and all of them are kid-friendly!
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