I woke up to find that I’d made it to the Yarn Harlot’s blog ON MY BIRTHDAY.
Or rather, my mittens did. (Nice birthday present, Steph.)
Also: Right here.
Three sizes, each with a separate chart, different design options, Latvian braid (easy), and picot hem.
I am tickled.
Other Birthday News
I had a great birthday yesterday. The day started and ended with friends, with some time in the city in between, plus a manicure. I ate a TON of sushi at dinner, followed by a little cake at our house afterwards.
And when I say “a little cake,” I mean a LOT of cake. Nicholas baked BOTH a chocolate pound cake AND a horde of lemon-raspberry cupcakes.
I am so ambivalent about birthdays these days. I love them, because who doesn’t love being the center of attention for one day, getting all sorts of nice notes and calls from family and friends, having cake, and opening envelopes and packages?
On the other hand…I’m older, gagnabit. The gap between how old I feel and how old I am is getting wider every year. I feel as though I am the same age as my husband’s graduate students, but to them, I’m ancient.
So far, I haven’t let a little thing like age stand in my way. How can I, when Nicholas is twelve years younger? I have to keep up with the whippersnapper.
Reeling them in
My drumcarder has been sitting in the middle of the living room for the past few weeks, as I’ve been working on several carding projects. One of the birthday cake guests kept eyeing it curiously, so I grabbed a handful of fluff and turned the handle a few times, then showed her one of my fluffy batts. She shook her head, put up her hand, and said, “Oh, no. Don’t show me that, that looks too interesting. I don’t want to see it, because I might want to make something like that.”
Heh. That’s exactly the point, my friend. Congratulations, you have now been inoculated with your first dose of the fibre drug.
The window washers for a children’s hospital cheer up the kids.
This person carves books. Pages of books, actually. Stunning.
Shocking. The people making these decisions ought to be sentenced to economy coach for the rest of their lives. Right near the washrooms.
As for the other side of humanity that is able to feel love and respect, this gentleman’s quiet tribute to his dead wife is touching beyond words.
And in the cute animal plus hot bod category…a fireman and a kitten. I’m calling this guy next time I smell smoke.