The roomie and I … are ENGAGED!  He got me drunk, proposed at home.  And in the morning after i sobered up, I didn’t change my mind.  I’m really happy.  Really, really, happy, although some of the bloom wore off and I went back to my normal annoyed state of being.  But, we are engaged!  And this blog might turn into a wedding blog!

It seems that i have not uploaded the photo of my engagement ring.  So here is a photog from the manufacturer’s website.


Pilgrimage 2010


This weekend, I will be at . . .


It is like knitter’s mecca.  Maybe not just knitters, but all fibery people generally.

Between the foliage season (which is kind of a bust this year) and Rhinebeck, rooms cost an arm and a leg.  So my friend and I will be camping.  It might rain, and it’s mighty chilly, so hopefully we survive the night and make it the festival tomorrow.  I am already committed to waiting in line for an hour for fried artichokes.

See you on the flipside.  Hopefully with some good pics.  And lots of yarn!! Having just balanced my checkbook…



I’ve been knitting for reals for about a year and a half now, and I think I will truly become a knitter after next weekend, after I attend the NY Sheep and Wool Festival, aka Rhinebeck.   My pass is bought, the campsite is booked.

In the meantime, here are some pics from the NH Sheep and Wool festival, held every mother’s day weekend.  I think this may be my favorite.  Not too hot or big, like Maryland, and, likely, Rhinebeck.

NH Sheep and Wool, 2010
4H Club

NH Sheep and Wool, 2010
Wrangling Strollers

NH Sheep and Wool, 2010
Catching A Snooze

NH Sheep and Wool, 2010
Alpaca (?)

NH Sheep and Wool, 2010


I celebrated a birthday recently and requested a pair of the Heather Ross Keds from Zazzle.  (She blogged about them here.)

They arrived this morning at 7:45 a.m. and I promptly went back to sleep. I had been up late chatting with the BFF who was in town visiting. When I finally opened them at around 9:30, I noticed they were a little small, but as unicornly awesome as I expected. Here they are:

Heather Ross Keds from Zazzle

It turns out, they are too small! They sent me a size 7.5 when we ordered an 11.

My Heather Ross Keds from Zazzle...are too small!

I’m now in the process of emailing with Zazzle customer support. They asked for an image of the size label, which is annoying since it will become quite obvious when they get the shoes back, but I’m trying to remain optimistic that the rest of this process will go smoothly.

I logged onto WordPress to post about a knitting finished object (FO) but realized that the giftee might, just might, read this, so I’ll post about my weekend to Vermont, instead!

The roomie is in college now, so he has these things called “Spring Break.” I miss things like spring break, and winter vacation, but when I see him do homework in the evenings and on the weekends, I am slightly more grateful for what I have. I took two days off, and we drove up to Stowe, Vermont, to do some snowboarding. After two days in Stowe, we met up with some friends at the Trapp Family Lodge (yes, THAT Trapp family) to do some cross-country skiing. The snow had mostly melted, though, so we went snowshoeing instead. Then we headed to Burlington for some good food, drinks, and “city” life. It was a great weekend. I love Burlington, and I love Vermont. I still have dreams of moving there, but then I remember that I’m scared of the dark, and there’s lots of dark in Vermont.

Some pics!

Vermont has the nicest rest stops.

Nice little touches, but I wish the shower kept a consistent temperature.

Dreary, but beautiful.

Snowshoeing at the Trapp Family Lodge. Yes, THAT Trapp Family.

We look crazy because we waited an hour for ice cream you can get at the supermarket.

Stopped in the capital on the way home.

I know it’s not a new decade, but I’m going to pretend it is, because 2010 is such a nice, round, happy number, and it’s a good time for a fresh start. I’m not a big fan of resolutions, because every day is an effort to be better, isn’t it? I’m not trying to be cheesy or coy, but I really think each day is a fresh start.

That being said, here are my resolutions:

1. Get less fat! I really need to lose weight. I miss my pretty clothes. Eat more healthfully, go to the gym more often. I’m going to survive the January gym rush, as I have the last two years.

2. Reduce my carbon and trash footprint. We recycle, but we could really be better about buying less, and also buying items that generate less trash overall.

3. Knit more, buy less yarn.

4. Spend less overall.

5. Complain less about work, even as my anxiety level has increased, and my workload has multiplied.

6. Be nicer to the boy. I mean, really. Stress yelling AT him is unacceptable. But it’s awesome that he understands.

7. Call the parents more.

I think that’s a good place to start…and fail!

Winter CSA


Based on the advice of a friend, I signed up for the Shared Harvest CSA, a three month winter CSA. You get three deliveries, once each month for October, November and December. We got our first share last weekend. It was quite some feat getting about 40 pounds of vegetables into our modest condo and modest condo-sized refrigerator.

Here are photos of the share, minus the 10 pounds of apples:

You can find the original pictures, with descriptive notes, at my flickr.

I visited the farmer’s market not too long before our first pick-up, so we haven’t made great use of our share.  However, yesterday, with what energy I had leftover from fighting this cold, I made a cheesy casserole with the broccoli and cauliflower, based on this “recipe.”  I’ll update this post with pics once I finish the dish.  It’s waiting to be baked.

Please don’t hate me, blog.

Back in hot, steamy July, I had the good fortune to travel to Vermont, and spend the weekend with a bunch of lovely ladies.  Those women included none other than Heather Ross, of Weekend Sewing, et al. fame, and Liesl Gibson, of Oliver & S, et al. fame.  Sure, I paid a pretty penny, but I got to sew under the tutelage of incredibly gifted and talented women, eat unlimited chocolate chip cookies, bask in the glory of Vermont in the summer (buggy!), and swim in a clear, cool lake.  The setting was The Blueberry Hill Inn.  I don’t miss heat and humidity and bug spray, but I miss that part of the summer.

Stupidly, I brought a commercial pattern to work on, specifically, a men’s tropical shirt for Roomate.*  So, so stupid.  I could have had Heather Ross herself draping fabric on me and fitting me according to what she imagined for her own patterns.  But, no, the stupid shirt it was.  And let’s not talk about how it’s draped on the back of my dining room chair, waiting for buttons and some finishing touches.  No, let’s not.

A few weeks ago, Heather Ross also posted on her blog that she was having a garage sale of sorts.  Select a package size, and submit some requests, and she would do her best to fulfill them with stuff from the boxes of, well, stuff, she’s accumulated over the years.  I opted for the middle size, and asked for a few crocheted lobsters.  I got no lobsters, but I did get amaaaaaazing sushi fabric.  Amaaaazing!

Here are some pics from the weekend.  I will get around to posting pics of the misc. sale goodies when, well, hopefully before I get around to finishing that shirt…

Blueberry Hill Inn

Not Sewing

Silver Lake

You can find the rest of my pics on Flickr here and HR’s own post on the weekend here.  HR hosted another weekend in August, with Denyse Schmidt as the co-leader.  Here is HR’s post.  I am somewhat flummoxed by the cardigans and jeans.

*In other lives, err, blogs, I used to call him “the Boy”; I’m pretty sure at one point, he even became “the BF”.  I believe his current name aptly describes our situation.  As does “PITA”.

I haven’t been stashing yarn and fabric for that long, but I stumbled across a very compelling project on one of the blogs I read, Pink Chalk Studio, who also runs a fabulous online fabric shop, btw. It’s called Iraqi Bundles of Love. In short, the idea is to gather raw sewing and knitting supplies and notions and send them off with IBOL guy to distribute to local people where he’s stationed. I think it’s awesome. Time to de-stash!!

Book club for Thunderbolt Kid was canceled at the last minute, and I missed today’s meeting on The Guernsey Literary Potato Peel Pie Society because our trip to the Nashoba Valley Winery ran longer than expected. We went to the winery to partake of the beer, pretzel and mustard pairings, but by the time we got there, three hours into the event, the pretzels were long gone. When I made a comment to an employee there, she said, “Oh, they were to die for!” Thanks, helpful employee, for making me feel even worse that I had missed it. It’s not like we were offered a discount for having to eat stale potato chips instead of delicious homemade soft pretzels, but that’s ok, just rub it in.

Anyway, in other book news, my friend loaned me Heat, by Bill Buford. Oh man, that book made me want to drop everything and travel to Italy and eat pasta until I have to be rolled home on a barge. The more responsible alternative is to cook more pasta at home, I suppose. Here is a recipe for linguine with clams from the book that I want to try. I put it here mainly for my own reference. Diana, make this. Soon.

My advice: ignore the Babbo cookbook and begin by roasting small pinches of garlic and chili flakes and medium pinches of the onion and pancetta in a hot pan with olive oil. Hot oil accelerates the cooking process, and the moment everything gets soft you pour it away (holding back the contents with your tongs) and add a slap of butter and a splash of white wine, which stops the cooking. This is Stage One . . . In Stage Two, you drop the pasta in boiling water and take your messy buttery pan and fill it with a big handful of clams and put it on the highest possible flame. The objective is to cook them fast – they’ll start opening after three or four minutes, when you give the pan a swirl, mixing the shellfish juice with the buttery porky white wine emulsion. At six minutes and thirty seconds, you use your tongs to pull your noodles out and drop them into your pan – all that starchy pasta water slopping in with them is still a good thing; give the pan another swirl; flip it; swirl it again to ensure that the pasta is covered by the sauce. If it looks dry, add another splash of pasta water; if too wet, pour some out. You can let the thing cook away for another half minute or so, swirling, swirling, until the sauce streaks across the bottom of the pan, splash it with olive oil and sprinkle it with parsley: dinner. (pp 130-131)

One day, I will make it and take pictures and show you. Until then, I will just have to enjoy the lobster dinners ($4.88 a pound for lobster?! Hello!!) and vanilla cupcakes I’ve been making and that are being made for me. The cupcakes currently are cooling and waiting to be iced.

I know this blog has been neglected, but I am going to try and post at least once a week. I’ve got a few blogs brewing, as I’ve been up to some fairly interesting and fun stuff. At least to me. 🙂

One final note: on the knitting needles, I recently cast on . It’s probably going to be finished just in time for next spring, but it will be beautiful!