Being short, I have gotten very good at hemming. Being somewhat less endowed than designers seem to think I should be, I’ve gotten good at shortening straps, etc. And in the interest of mend and make do, I had some jean which finally wore through and I was VERY excited to patch them. This excitement I’m sure was do mainly to the facts that it’s just me, it’s not imperative that I patch them, that it’s more of a novelty than a necessity, but none the less, it was really fun.

to be hemmed

Being busy, Saturday of this lovely 3 day weekend I was thrilled to have a whole day ahead of me with nothing planned. So I got out the sewing machine, seam ripper, and iron and shortened the straps of one dress, hemmed some pants, and altered the neckline of another dress. Then I got out my fabric scraps, picked some, tried my first iron-interfacing which I can’t believe I’ve never used before, hugely helpful for floppy fabric – and sewed on some patches, which I’m super pleased with.

Fixing the Jeans

patched jeans


My reared end is so cute now! Happy Memorial Day!!


Pizza Chronicles, Part 1

I read a really interesting article in the NYT last week about pizza places and how they get the way better than homemade crust. And it involved an overnight rise on a sourdough crust. DING DING! I love this idea. So I tried it last night, I fed my starter until it was alive again (it had been sorely neglected).
This morning the dough was HUGE! Which was very encouraging, since I’d made up the recipe myself. After kneading it looked pretty good.
Since it had done so well overnight, I put it in the fridge to slowly rise… FAIL. Nothing much happened. No matter, I warmed it in a warm oven after work and it did rise, Greg said it was nice and maleable, but it was a little bit less than I’d expected when the pizza was done. I think I need more salt, and maybe a cold first rise and a room temp second rise. I’ll try that next Friday. They also posted a recipe, so maybe I’ll stop farting around next week and try it for real. The sour taste was fantastic though, which is great.
But it’s Memorial Day Weekend. So we broke out some good beer to start the weekend. Getting MRI results for my wonky pelvis on Tuesday, which is exciting. Besides that, that’s all I’ve got. Happy un-official official start to SUMMER!!

Too hot for much else


There is nothing else to do. The cats are spread out with as much exposed belly as possible, moving much causes perspiration, there’s nothing else to do besides pour a gin and tonic and head out to the porch for some reading. I remember summers at the cape or the Jersey Shore in particular, gin and tonics being the drink of choice of my parents. Gin I knew nothing of, tonic and lime I was sure were not good things to consume, but put together, as an adult, I can see there’s nothing better for when the temperatures are too high to do anything else.

As for the choice of literature, I recently read a book called Unlikely Allies: How a merchant, a playwright, and a spy Saved the American Revolution, by Joel Richard Paul. I typically don’t read biographies, because they don’t sound interesting, and while this wasn’t one, it was kind of one, since the author was in love with Silas Dean, only a stealth biography. And I really enjoyed it. However, I found it interesting. And it pointed out a few things: (1) Are biography authors always so very in love with their subjects? (2) I am from Connecticut, and never learned who Silas Dean was… this isn’t so good and (3) as it turns out, my knowledge of the Revolutionary War is VERY shaky, at best. I know we won… and got a 5 on my AP US history exam…

So I’ve decided that since I now reside in the Boston area, and while I know the name, when pressed I probably previously couldn’t tell you much about John Adams, besides he signed the Declaration of Independence (which I’ve never read), I really ought to read this book. And it’s really pretty interesting, I’m learning a lot. And enjoying sitting on the porch. There are a lot of things I should know but don’t, and I try to read a book a month (I’m cheating and counting books on tape, which I can listen to while spinning or knitting). So I’m hoping that by the time I’m an old person, I know a lot more than I do now.

Weekend at the beach

Getting ready for the summer season! We went shopping for new summer duds, which we desperately needed, then off to the beach to mow lawns and wash windows. Still found time to do some knitting and exploring thought.
Made great progress on my Featherweight Cardigan, getting a lot of knitting done, with less spinning. Should restart spinning this week but had a rather embarrassing spinning tendinitis episode which has mostly healed up.
Since I can’t do anything more for exercise until the MRI on Friday, Greg and I did an exploring hike along the beach, which was great fun. Hard to imagine I’d never been down this way despite going to the same spot since I was born 28 years ago, but finally made it around the bend last weekend.
So it was a great lead-in weekend to the summer season, hopefully the Featherweight Cardigan will be done in a few weeks when it’s time to wear it at the beach in the evenings, and start some knitting for the next season when it gets cold again. Thank goodness for cycles.

Just follow the directions

I had this really great post written about how Salina was all done. All about how the second sleeve had to be ripped and replaced, due to knitterly denial, where you KNOW the sleeve is not the same size as the first one, but instead of counting stitches, or fixing it, or at least admiting that it’s not the right size, you go right to the end, bind off, say “there!” and try it on, only to have your husband point out, hey, that sleeve is wider than the other one! **forehad slap** All the post needed was a photo, I put it on to take it and after trying every pose possible, I came to the conclusion… the top needs to be ripped out. Again. The shoulders are irreparably too wide. Can’t ignore it, can’t fix it without ripping out. And this time, since sleeve caps are just apparently NOT my thing, it’s going to still be quarter shawl collar, but it’s going to be knit yoke style. After this, I cannot rip it out again. And I cannot live with it this way, and I put way too much effort into this yarn to NOT wear the sweater. So I’m gathering up the strength to rip it out again, perhaps after glass of wine and deep breath.

Since I’m a lousy relaxer, and last Saturday was a rainy day, and I can’t run STILL from my muscle pull in September (yes, that was 6+ months ago, no I can’t run more than 3 miles without re-injuring myself), I started another sweater before my mad-dash through the errands. I wasn’t sure about this one, but I love how it’s coming out. I do wish I had size 6 wooden needles, but I’ll just have to make do with metal ones. It’s the pattern Featherweight Cardigan and I happened to have just the right yarn in my stash and happened (amazingly) to get the right gauge. So I am for once just doing what the pattern says, which is a refreshing change from my usual Make it up as I go along. This one should go perfectly with my two, identically colored but generally different summer dresses that I bought last year.

My goal for the summer is to knit up a new wardrobe of sweaters. Last fall I swore I’d do that and never did, which lead to me thinking every morning, “Man, I need new clothes!” So once the one above is almost done it’s time to start swatching for another one. Trying to be monogamous here, since I get twitchy with too many projects going on at once. If only I could finish the last one!

After the apocalypse, come on over.

All though college I thought I didn’t like beer. Gross, pee colored light beers from a can. As it turns out, I just don’t like gross beer. Good beer, I like. Very much. I found this out when I started dating my husband, a devoted microbrew drinker, and it seemed like a good idea. Over the past few years, I’ve learned a lot. I may never figure out what makes wine $25 a bottle (though a headache indicates why it’s $5…) but beer I can say why it’s good or bad. Plus, with my bread making and amazement at how cool yeast is how can you go wrong? (And yeast is cool. Leave out some flour and water, mix it up, and yeast will make it a sourdough starter. Just like that. Totally explains a lot of medieval thinking.)

Brewing Pot!

So for his birthday, Greg got a homebrew kit, and we started brewing. This is fun for me because he does most of the cleaning, researching, brewing, I just do the fun stuff like stirring, siphoning, which is GREAT fun and a neat trick, and drinking. All you need is a big pot, some ingredients, which I had a photo of, but I can’t find, and some bottles. This has turned out great since it makes that embarrassingly large stash of bottles we generated over the holidays (with the help of friends) go away, and I don’t have to go to the bottle return and try my best not too look either homeless or a lush. This might be one of the greatest parts.

beer bottles for cleaning

And, as a friend at work said, “Dude, after the apocalypse, I’m coming to your place.”
Damn straight. We’ll have wool, beer, and bread. That’s about all you’d ever need, I think. We’ve got a porter, a white, and a stem coming. We could probably use some help emptying some of the bottles anyways.