Knitting arrives on the model runway! Knitalong anyone?
(and what's with the black electrical tape around her eyes? That's gonna leave a mark!)
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Knitters gone wild!
Knitting arrives on the model runway! Knitalong anyone?
(and what's with the black electrical tape around her eyes? That's gonna leave a mark!)
Monday, February 12, 2007
Cuteness times two!
One of the local NBC affiliate newscasters and her husband just welcomed a set of twin boys into the world this morning. I finished these just in time! When she told me she was having twins I couldn't resist the opportunity to use that wonderfully colorful logo to come up with a pair of matching sweaters and hats. I used my good old easy baby sweater pattern and designed a pattern for the logo using graph paper. It came out more "stylized" than completely accurate but I think it conveys the idea.
Congratulations Kathleen and Mike! Get your rest now and enjoy those sweet little angels!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Some weeks it just doesn't pay to get out of bed!
I have obviously pissed off somebody upstairs because, to put it mildly, this week has SUCKED!
An unexpected major car repair, a flat tire, the death of the garbage disposal, not to mention the ungodly cold, all conspired to make this a week we wish we could just wipe off the calendar.
And just when we thought we had hit rock bottom, this happens:
Yeah, those are crutches, that's an aircast on my foot that is elevated above heart level to reduce swelling. All that is missing in the picture is the four times daily ice packs and the bottle of pain relievers.
I was walking the dog Tuesday night and was about a half mile from home when I tripped on some broken pavement (not even on ice, mind you!) At precisely that same moment Isla spotted her favorite ballfield and bolted in a frenzy of excitement. A car was coming towards us so I instinctively held on to the leash for fear that she would get hit. My mistake. I went down in a heap, twisting my ankle grotesquely in the process. Isla got very upset and starting jumping all over me, making it impossible to stand up. The woman in the car stopped to ask if I was alright, convinced, I'm sure, that Isla was in attack mode. I foolishly said yes and off she went. When I finally stood up I immediately knew something was very wrong. And, of course, I had not thought to bring my cellphone so was forced to hobble the half mile back home in the bitter cold, navigating some very treacherously icy sidewalks along the way. (An aside here: WHY THE HELL WON'T PEOPLE CLEAR THE ICE OFF THEIR SIDEWALKS IN THIS WEATHER???) When I finally made it back home, sobbing like a baby, my ankle was swollen up like a softball. When Brendan insisted that we go to the emergency room I didn't give him an argument. Two hours later, with x-rays completed, the verdict was a severe sprain and I was ordered to bed for the rest of the week. So here I lay, knitting, napping, watching crappy tv, reading, napping some more, catching up on emails, IMing Meredith, napping even more and hoping desperately to get on with my life sometime soon.
All I can say is: THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
An unexpected major car repair, a flat tire, the death of the garbage disposal, not to mention the ungodly cold, all conspired to make this a week we wish we could just wipe off the calendar.
And just when we thought we had hit rock bottom, this happens:
Yeah, those are crutches, that's an aircast on my foot that is elevated above heart level to reduce swelling. All that is missing in the picture is the four times daily ice packs and the bottle of pain relievers.
I was walking the dog Tuesday night and was about a half mile from home when I tripped on some broken pavement (not even on ice, mind you!) At precisely that same moment Isla spotted her favorite ballfield and bolted in a frenzy of excitement. A car was coming towards us so I instinctively held on to the leash for fear that she would get hit. My mistake. I went down in a heap, twisting my ankle grotesquely in the process. Isla got very upset and starting jumping all over me, making it impossible to stand up. The woman in the car stopped to ask if I was alright, convinced, I'm sure, that Isla was in attack mode. I foolishly said yes and off she went. When I finally stood up I immediately knew something was very wrong. And, of course, I had not thought to bring my cellphone so was forced to hobble the half mile back home in the bitter cold, navigating some very treacherously icy sidewalks along the way. (An aside here: WHY THE HELL WON'T PEOPLE CLEAR THE ICE OFF THEIR SIDEWALKS IN THIS WEATHER???) When I finally made it back home, sobbing like a baby, my ankle was swollen up like a softball. When Brendan insisted that we go to the emergency room I didn't give him an argument. Two hours later, with x-rays completed, the verdict was a severe sprain and I was ordered to bed for the rest of the week. So here I lay, knitting, napping, watching crappy tv, reading, napping some more, catching up on emails, IMing Meredith, napping even more and hoping desperately to get on with my life sometime soon.
All I can say is: THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
If You Build It They Will Come
Yeah, I know, I promised some knitting news in my next post. I'm working on it, people, really I am. I promise a FO picture by the end of the week. Meanwhile, I just had to post this amazing picture that Meredith took on a day trip to Parma, about an hour outside of Milan.
Yes, my chocoholic readers, that entire storefront display is made of chocolate.
Pretty damn amazing. A true work of artistic masterpiece. Parma is apparently best known for its cheese ("Duh, Mom, Parma-san!") and its Prosciutto, an amazingly wonderful type of ham, hence the little chocolate piggies. My question: when you eat the chocolate piggies, is there a bacon aftertaste?
This is what the inside of the store looked like:
I haven't seen that many pastries in one place since my last trip to Ferraro's in New York's Little Italy. It's pretty obvious my little cookie was in her glory. Check out the smile in these two shots:
A Milk Chocolate AND a white chocolate fountain... amazing!
Chocolate: The Universal
Language
I don't even want to think about how many Weight Watchers Points were in that one location alone!... and every little town, village and hamlet in Italy has one (or more) of these cafes. Oh, man... forget about taking the train on my trip in May. I had better plan on walking the hundreds of miles we are planning on covering just to avoid having to pay for a double wide seat on the flight home!!!
Yes, my chocoholic readers, that entire storefront display is made of chocolate.
Pretty damn amazing. A true work of artistic masterpiece. Parma is apparently best known for its cheese ("Duh, Mom, Parma-san!") and its Prosciutto, an amazingly wonderful type of ham, hence the little chocolate piggies. My question: when you eat the chocolate piggies, is there a bacon aftertaste?
This is what the inside of the store looked like:
I haven't seen that many pastries in one place since my last trip to Ferraro's in New York's Little Italy. It's pretty obvious my little cookie was in her glory. Check out the smile in these two shots:
A Milk Chocolate AND a white chocolate fountain... amazing!
Chocolate: The Universal
Language
I don't even want to think about how many Weight Watchers Points were in that one location alone!... and every little town, village and hamlet in Italy has one (or more) of these cafes. Oh, man... forget about taking the train on my trip in May. I had better plan on walking the hundreds of miles we are planning on covering just to avoid having to pay for a double wide seat on the flight home!!!
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