There has been knitting happening, although I've failed to document it.
One of the current projects I am learning to do is Norwegian mittens ala Indil by Eeva Saviranta which is a challenge because it's all in Finnish. But Jessica Tromp has a lovely learning curve website to help me out. So I'll let you know as it happens.
In the meantime I've been working on 'Split Personality' a shrug by Amanda Ziegler in Isager Strik Alpaca 2. Not in love with the color, the dark patches amidst the peach just make it look dirty. So I've got a dyer in mind I met at my tattoo parlor to help me out. And then there were some lovely hats. As usual. Two 'Ripley's' from Ysolda, done quickly and without much derision. The only advice I have for this is try on the cap after the cast on, it can be quite tight.
Then there was naught. This summer has been a slow knit time, too much going on to contribute to the blog. Not much sewing done either. I blame work and a boy. One I'm teaching to knit, but has a lovely brain that makes him forge ahead, no matter my dire consequences advice. Cha cha cha.
July ended with my 26th birthday at Ten Cat Tavern. There were cupcakes and laughs and poorly-executed pool games and whiskey shots. Some of the people who mean the most in my life stopped by, including the tamale guy.
A lovely birthday present from artist boy wonder, Andrew Malvenda. Now I have a business card to be proud of, Chewbacca would agree. Funny story behind this; ABW sneakily asked me many, many seemingly unrelated questions over a period of weeks then presented me with this. Only one answer he ignored, when asking for my dream client I responded James Joyce. He obviously went a different route, wookie style.
I spent a lovely Sunday afternoon in the suburbs with family. Went home with some delicious tomatoes from Aunt Joyce and Uncle Riches' garden. On August 19th was my lovely gran, Shirles' birthday. Seen here with a dog of massive hair. I didn't notice till I after I posted that she had brought along a water bottle full of red wine for the outing. At the time I was too distracted by her sending my teenage cousin for ice cubes every so often.
One night I recreated Susie's flourescent delicious baked spaghetti when I was craving brown sugar and ketchup. This is not a good representation of her culinary skills, it is one of Midwestern family casserole options. I have more recipes of this ilk, including a cauliflower and broccoli mix with crumbled Cheez-It's on top.
A ballsy bit of yarn made my day, bought before Chicago's first Yarn Crawl. I've yet to plan out a project, but I've enjoyed having this outrageous color around. There's a special something waiting out there in the interwebs but I have yet to find it.
Amateur late night flower arranging, bought from Dominicks and borrowed from neighborhood gardens. The sunflower was a sidewalk crack find that I've been eyeing for some time. I've been able to save the hydrangeas, the dried out nicely.
A faux tattoo on the neck makes me realize how thin my neck can look when an ugly bulldog is on it. My hair is getting long and my smile just as goofy as it was when I was 21. Some things will never change.