Right before Christmas, (it can't be that long ago), I got this in the mail:
It was a Christmas surprise! From Bookfoolery & Babble. She sweetly sent me not only local Red Pepper mix, complete with its own wooden bowl, thankyouverymuch (sadly no pictures of the cute bowl with dip & pesto crackers in action. It was quite picturesque but it was also quite yummy which totally distracted me from the picture taking) but also
But there were even more goodies heading my way from other fabulous friends.
Everywhere Knitting sent me a pair of her handknit convertible mitts/mittens in the softest yarn imaginable, in a blue that rivals Lake Tahoe, just because I admired them on her blog. (Who wouldn't?) She also sent along cinnamon scented spice soap that smells good enough to eat. (Possibly you can eat it but I'm not brave enough to check).
She's off to the Cowboy Poetry Gathering, doesn't that sound like fun? One of these years I would love to attend.
But am I done with the fabulousness arriving in the mail? I am not! I won this calendar of photographs that Rachel of the Times We Are Living In shot - are these shots fabulous or what? (That's a collage of the calendar in case it's not obvious).
I thought about stealing one of her photos (with permission) (which isn't really stealing then, is it?) but check out her blog and take a look for yourself. Amazing photos. "Her" elk herd is a particulate favorite of mine. I have to say, we have some amazing photographers. Fiber Fool and Landscape Therapy are other faves of mine.
Mom's 74th birthday was last Saturday. There were THREE funerals scheduled that day! Two at 11am. She wasn't super thrilled (I'm sure none of them were wild about it either) but we managed to have a decent birthday for her after all. Went out to Jack's Restaurant afterwards and had a late lunch with an old friend of hers and when we got home, watched sappy Hallmark movies. She'd a bit of an escalading panic attack from her MRI at the end of December but she finally managed to get her blood pressure back under control this last week. Thankfully, because mine was starting to go up. Worrisome parents. Honestly.
In knitting news, there is a glove! Whoo! Naturally, I went a little off pattern because it's impossible for me to follows directions, I think between the Make 1's and the K2tog's is where I went astray. We'll see how it looks next to the right glove - there might possibly be Ripping Back. But there also might be Fraternal Twins, aka Good Enough.
The pattern is really dead simple but it took me having to knit it up to see what she had in mind. I glanced at the chart and it finally "clicked" - I could see the whole thing laid out neatly. Which is yeah, the whole purpose of charts but half the time I've written out the directions (K2, slip one, psso, K5, P3, etc, etc) just because the symbols didn't "take" as much as words did.
BOOKS I read Tana French's latest, Faithful Place. I'm still not sure what I think of it. (Warning: Sort of vaguely spoilerish, but just to be safe, you've been warned. ) While her books are always compelling reads and character driven rather than plot - I think that's the rub. The choices the characters make ring true but they're not choices I wanted them to make. Frank Mackey is the main character this time around. He's pulled back into his volatile family life after 22 years absence when the suitcase of his old girlfriend, who he was supposed to run off with way back then - was found in a nearby derelict building they were to have their last fateful rendezvous.
And just in case it seems like I'm ignoring your email - my iPhone seems to be acting up again. It's not sending out my reply emails somewhat randomly (I do seem to be getting all of them) - it might be because I've been in meetings and seminars in various hotels throughout freaking California (I drove 310 miles one day and had nine hours of cont ed time - it felt like twice that driving time) but it might be because it's always doing something wonky like that. (I did drive across the San Rafael/Richmond bridge at dawn and at dusk to an absolutely GINORMOUS full moon. I'm hoping all the halfwits that skittered across the lanes to the shoulder were taking pictures and not having car trouble. At least they pulled over.