In a while crocodile. Off to Florida with you. My thank you gift is on it’s way. I figure if Betsy can’t use it, there are plenty of her New York grandchildren who would appreciate it. Mr. Bry at age 18 has already requested one. The specs: Morehouse Merino Alligator Scarf Kit, doubling the number…

Mother’s Day, that holiday that seldom lives up to Hallmark expectations, the one that has, in our family at least, occasionally invited coincidental catastrophe, was made a bit better by child induced treats: How to describe this delectable delight: a french toasty, bread puddingy melange of sweet buttery nuttiness. A recipe from Uncle Greg, made…

I’m taking a couple of sick days – I’m speechless and my brain is fuzzy after getting called in for day surgery yesterday. Nothing serious, but it’s left me with a souvenir strip of sore neck and shoulder stitches. Hasn’t impeded the knitting, though. That’s Clapotis #2 to the left. Not a bad picture considering…

Lost rings are nothing new in this house. I’ve thrown away my wedding rings a few times. It’s usually after eating messy food and then they are recovered safely having been carefully wrapped up in a napkin. One time after eating steamers, we found them in the bottom of the garbage, nestled inside a clam…

I imagine you are thinking what on earth could this post possibly be about? Well, I was reading Sandy’s post #114 embarrassing potty stories and remembered one of my own. It didn’t involve a toilet, but was embarrassing just the same. So here we go: Once upon a time I dreaded job interviews. I enjoy…

I’ve noticed this trend amongst knitting bloggers, that when they are at a loss for words or lack knitting progress, they substitute a good picture. Not one who usually lacks for words, I’ve been saving this one for a while: It’s one strange fast moving cloud, taken from our deck last April. I do have…

Despite his reluctance to do so, Mr. Bryant turned 18 today. His friend’s mom made the cake. She’s a nurse, hence its anatomical correctness. Nobody adequately prepared me for parenthood. Happy Birthday, little tomato.

In my early childhood years, late night TV horror films were produced in black and white. They allowed your brain to fill in the colour of blood. The two that influenced the nightmares of my life, watched prior to the age of six with a cousin, late at night when everyone else was sensibly asleep:…

I’m not going to disguise this as anything other than plain old complaining. Complaint #1: Why is it, that I can’t wear an article of brand new clothing without staining it? Picture it: last night, new pair of khaki’s, artichokes for dinner, margarine spillage. Followed by applications of: Folex instant spot remover, Spot Shot instant…

We hang out with knitters, but besides the projects we see on blogs and Ravelry, how many do you actually see in the wild, up close and personal? Of all the thousands of Baby Surprise Jackets, have you ever seen one on a real baby, one of which you haven’t knitted? I’ve been thinking about…