Living on the border of two countries comes with interesting regulations. God forbid you cross into the US with a mango or fruit of the hawthorne. I once had a "lemon offense," reamed out by the FDA inspector for surreptitiously carrying a forgotten wee slice of lemon in my picnic cooler. The reasons for transportation…

All sorts of corny and clever titles for this one. Polygnomials? They're multiplying? Double your fun? That would be the most accurate. For the same amount of yarn that goes into one scarf, you can make two Alan Dart gnomes. Great gifts don't you think?  

Have you ever played this game? We've gotten into it recently, usually involving a group of friends and a few glasses of wine. Even with my middle aged curtailed wine ingestion, the last time we played I mistakenly came up with two lies and a truth. I could have saved one of them for a…

Sometimes I hear something that cracks me up, a literal LOL moment. One of my coworkers was going to spend her birthday weekend with her daughter, a 90-something aunt, and her cousin. Using the quote above, she described their Italian family tradition of occasional women only weekends. While the males were off doing manly things,…

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…