Blog #22 or, Ravelry's Down for Upgrades So I Figured I Might As Well Blog....

Yeah. So here we are. Still addicted to Ravelry. I have actually gotten bunches
Ooooooo! My box of goodies from Jamesykins FINALLY showed up! Yeah, British post sucks. He shipped it on the 21st, of freakin' November. I got it on the 10th of January. I didn't think anything took that long to ship anymore. The box was full of lovely silk fabric and some yarn, including some supersoftfluffy angora! The skeins are teeny tiny, but I reckon there is at least enough for a hat or two.

I really need to get my pink sweater done. I feel like I can't start another sweater for myself until I finish that one. And I got some Noro Silvermore photos taken. And have them downloaded into the computer and moved to flickr. It just seems like there should be a more direct way to d
o all of this. But that would require researching all the boring bits of the computerie nonsense that I don't like doing.

Had a lovely Christmas though. The parents came and we ate and watched Christmas movies Christmas eve and Christmas day. A very low-key, low-stress way to spend the holiday. Did I take pictures? Umm, no. Didn't think of it. Obviously now I am. Thinking that some pictures of Christmas would have been fun to put on the blog. Maybe if I spent more time blogging and less time being Completely Pointless and Arbitrary on Raverly, I wouldn't be having these problems. Hee.
Thaw that I am dying to knit up. Irealized it is the wrong weight for what I thought I was going to knit out of it, but think I might just have barely enough for the Sunrise Circle Jacket. I thought I had taken a picture of it, but now I can't find it. Hmmm.

I did knit a few things for Christmas gifts.
This is the pair of socks I knit for Mom. They are cashmere and very soft and squooshy.
These are socks I knit for me. I also knit a pair for James. Except bigger. Cause he's a boy and has bigger feet. But both pair were out of the same yarn. Which I had dyed early last year at a Dagmar Klos workshop through the WCKG. I honestly don't remember the fiber content, I am thinking maybe it is alpaca and Merino. I wore mine for work one day and the soles totally felted. Not in a shrinking kind of way, but in a thick, dense freakishly warm kind of way. They still fit.

Blog #21 Feh. I want pie.

I have been pie obsessed of late. Not that that has anything to do with the fibery arts. Just stating fact. I thought I could fill the pie-shaped hole in my life with pie I could find here in Chicago. Heavy sigh. They don't have that here. I want to walk into someplace and have like 6 kinds of HOMEMADE pie to choose from. You can find this all over Iowa, but not in Chicago. I followed what seemed to be a very promising pie lead. I was told that a place called Dollop had pie. So, of course, I was imagining a magical place with nothing but dozens and dozens of different pies. No. It's a coffee shop. That had TWO kinds of pie. Pumpkin, lame! And apple. Pumpkin is lame because it is impossible to make poorly and apple, well, it's just apple. Kind boring and predictable. The crusts were loverly and all. I got a piece of gooey caramely cheesecake instead. Which was good, just not pie.

See, I used to go to Door County and get sour cherries. And make pies. Little individual pies. That would live in my deep freeze until the cold frozen months of winter when a girl really needs some pie to tide her over until spring. I would go to Indiana and buy peaches and make peach pies too. There is just something about having pie at your disposal. But, what I came to realize is that it isn't just pie I want, but MY homemade pie that I want. The Heartland Cafe has a triple berry pie. I am thinking that that is as good as it is going to get. I've had it before, and it is truly tasty. Meebee they would sell me a whole pie.......