Today’s potato: blue!
Only See What’s Real
Your Servant Is Your Master
My goal for the cat blanket project is to turn out at least 50 every year. Late last week and more than 200 blankets into the project, it suddenly dawned on me I don’t have to knit them – because crocheting is way faster – and they don’t have to be rectangular or square.
This is an IQ test I both passed and flunked.
The blankets can be round, like cats, when cats are sleeping. This is proof that eventually I will have a great idea. Probably. Count on that!
Knew What She Was Doing
The tourist season over, we returned to the bike paths at the Shore. We’ve been riding almost every day all summer and we’re fast, so it was fantastic when two geezers on fixies totally smoked us on the way back.
A Girl Who Claims That
Even Topaz won’t argue the point.
Blue Days Black Nights
This season, I’ve been concentrating on using my resources wisely. I make mistakes, like buying eggplants and finding myself too tired to fry and package them for winter. Ah well. This, however, it a success story. Yesterday, I made roasted vegetable ravioli and set aside a little cheese filling.
They volunteered and I thank them for it.
Last week, I discovered a volunteer zucchini plant where my summer squashes had withered and died. It was all very mysterious until the plant was suddenly covered with male blossoms. That is a problem you solve with cheese. Here, we see problem: solved.
Ourselves Under Pressure
Summer, like a bad boyfriend, departs without a word, but with the scent of lighter fluid.
Wrong Or If It’s Right
Before he died, Grandpa mentioned he’d had an Aunt Leaf. She’s somehow missing from the family tree.
No Better And Neither Are
You may remember the fellow on the left from such places as yesterday’s blog post, when I referred to him facetiously as a hat. Still, I learned so much from knitting that guy I was able to make an actual hat by switching to smaller needles and casting on a number of stitches divisible by four, which a knit-two, purl-two rib needs. It’s not pretty, but our friend on the right there is actually a hat.
Point: I can’t follow a pattern any better than I can follow a recipe, which I cannot do. Cannot!
The Loose Out Of Time
In the coldest, darkest weeks of last winter, the soup kitchen asked for hats, scarves and gloves. It seemed like a super-constructive idea to learn how to knit a hat, but I’m still a terrible knitter. Technically, this is a hat, though it looks like a bowling ball cozy. I don’t want bowling balls to be cold, either. I guess.
A Voice Like Ella’s Ringing
I slow-blink you, Mama.
Poor Impulse Control 