I think I was good this year? I’m not sure. Do I owe him a lap dance? Is he telling me something?
I know my husband is only 10 years into this tradition and he has proven that he technically understands. Growing up we’d get candy, an orange, and some type of clothing. I assume the Slim Jims are replacements for the candy because diabetic. I’m guessing the $20 is for my jammies. And well, a whole bag of oranges? Score!
Happy St. Nicholas Day y’all!
p.s. St. Nick brought my husband pods for his new nespresso machine (because diet) and jammies. I’m so glad he didn’t bring that box of Cuties he had in his cart for a brief second because I would have been paying people to take them.
That right there my friends, is a sock that is dead to me. Noro taiyo sock yarn that just pulled apart mid stitch. Tiny needles and tiny yarn are not my friend. I cast these on two days ago and I can only knit about 4 rows before the pain starts. I’ve been stopping after 6 and taking breaks.
I should have let the kitten keep the ball when she stole it. She obviously knew it was going to be trouble.
In better news, I cheated and got a Greenberg turkey this year. I did boxed stuffing yesterday and scooped it out into balls for baking today. All the crisp edges! I’m trying this mushroom recipe and doing some quick sautéed green beans. Such a lazy day!
As I’m making the plates, I’ll be throwing enchilada sauce, cream cheese, turkey, and chiles in the slow cooker for some enchilada soup later.
My husband is going to the farm for the weekend, so I’ll be tossing my stash and looking for a different project. While I contemplate burning that sock above.
For those of you that are new, that was code for I’ll look at patterns on Ravelry and take naps. Then I’ll run around for an hour straightening up my mess before he gets home.
Happy Thanksgiving y’all!
Thanks to salpal for her post that got me here. She just bought her first rigid heddle and I remembered my poor, neglected loom. I mentioned I was going to get her out and finish the scarf I have warped.
Ha! I ended up going down a different weaving rabbit hole. As I was pulling out my hardware to put my loom stand together, I found a bag of weaving. Yes, a random bag of woven projects.
This year for my birthday, my husband sent me away to Homestead Heritage. I’m lucky enough to live within driving distance and have spent a lot of time there. I’ve taken basket weaving and rigid heddle classes and I swear I’m going to do cheese making and pottery. Sometime.
I cheated and spent the first day doing their weaving extravaganza. They prewarp the looms and you just come in and weave the day away. I completed a cotton dish towel and a bamboo scarf. When I say completed, I mean I wove it, they cut it off, and then I forgot they existed. Oops.
Day two of the trip, I did a pine needle basket class. And came home with a bag of supplies to do more. (Of course I haven’t actually made another, but I have the supplies!)
It was a nice couple of days away. While I enjoyed using two different types of looms, I learned I don’t want to do all the prep work to weave on them. I’ll definitely be going back for the next extravaganza and keep plugging away with my rigid heddle at home.
Happy Monday y’all!
And a Maggie Mae that needed to jump in the picture. No idea where Hannibal was.
What ever you celebrate this time of year, hope it is what you want and need.
Squishy and Texas
Dinosaur Valley State Park was the destination for our experimental camping trip. It was close enough that if things went wrong, we could be home in short order. I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid. I don’t have a lot of pictures because we were doing ALL the things.
27 miles of walking/ hiking, not including the time spent in the water walking to the Bluehole and dinosaur tracks. We were a half mile from the bathrooms. Our campsite was 1/3 mile from the parking area and park store. It was hot. Hot! So we spent a bunch of time actually in the water. Our hiking was done before 10 a.m.
It actually went so well that we’ll be doing another trip next month.
Happy Tuesday y’all!
We spent Saturday exploring Fort Worth, celebrating SSCLD’s birthday. He hasn’t really been up to doing much besides working, Jiu Jitsu, and working out, so I kidnapped him. Literally. I picked out his clothes, told him to shower and dress, and get in the car.
We all know how I hate driving in traffic, and Saturdays around touristy stuff tested my limits. Of course we ended up at the zoo to see Belle and Bowie, the baby elephants. Texas found funnel cake and I found out that even without seeing everything there, you can get in about 5 miles of walking.
Next we stopped at the “must see” Log Cabin Village. Umm. Yeah. Interesting glimpses into Texas history, but it took about 20 minutes to see all of the cabins. This is where all the plans started to get derailed. We got stuck in traffic with a minor (MINOR!) car accident and two fire trucks and an ambulance coming towards me in my lane.
We tried to stop at the Fort Worth Water Gardens, but there was this thing called inner-city parking. Able to park six, long city blocks away and walk there did not seem so important after about 4 hours of traipsing around the zoo. I just needed coffee and to get away from people.
I’ll share a secret. Texas attracts weird people. Weird with a capital W. It is always a gamble going out in public with him. Saturday was no exception. There was the X-Files guy, the random facts about hippos guy (imagine that awkward Geico commercial times 50), and the lady who just pulled up to our table at Starbucks and would not go away.
It was a nice day and we spent Sunday recovering from bad eating and too much walking on uneven ground watching X-Files. (go figure)
How was your weekend?
Did you know there are a bunch of designers donating proceeds from pattern sales during the Olympics? It is best explained here.
I was going to keep working on the Mystery Sock, but those people in that training camp group have made me pull out the sweater that I have been trying to ignore.
O.k. Fine! The socks themselves actually made me grab the sweater. This is my first heel flap since May of 2007. Yes, seven years. I hate picking up the stitches on heel flaps and never seem to get it right. I made a mistake or two and this is the best looking side on this sock. I need a timeout before facing the other one.
Reminders for me so I can remind Texas next time I send him to the store:
- Meyer lemons are not the same as regular lemons. Yeah, they looked pretty, but they’re not the same.
- Tide booster packs do not have detergent, so no, not the same as Tide pods.
- Wax paper and parchment paper are not interchangeable for cooking.
- Storage bags are not the same as freezer bags.
- REGULAR half and half. Not fat free.
- I did, however want the fat free greek yogurt.
- Brand names don’t alway matter. Except for toilet paper and tissues. Hello, Puffs Plus with lotion and vitamins and all that other lovely goodness that leaves the skin on my nose.
One more thing I think I might need to drive home for him: If you think it’s allergies, it’s not. Just take the medicine, carry lysol, and stay away from me.
I am feeling mostly better today. I think one more day of rest will finally put this to rest. Of course, it might also help that Texas is in Austin. Which means his boy/plague germs aren’t circulating. I may have lysol’d and bleached the whole apartment when he left. Don’t tell him that. Mmmkay?
Happy Friday y’all! Are you knitting something today?