Goodness. So much to catch up on here, dears. It is Twelfth Day, so it is high time to finish out all of the holiday blogging and buckle back down to business.
First of all, on Christmas Eve, as soon as I had finished the Monkey Socks I cast on for a new pair, using some of my brand-spanking-new Raven Clan yarn from Blue Moon Fiber Arts. This colorway is “Rook-y”, and it is glorious. Sometimes I hanker for numinous, ethereal pastels–sometimes I hanker for riotous brights–but now, in the cold and dark of midwinter, I hanker for magical blacks.
The stitch is just perfect–it is called Embossed Stitch, and it’s easy as punch.
Rows 1-2: P, K
Rows 3-4: K3, P
Rows 5-6: P, K
Rows 7-8: K, P, (K3, P) across
My Christmas cactus wasn’t quite blooming for Christmas, but it was full-blown for the New Year. This cactus was given to me in a dormitory holiday gift exchange during my second freshman year. At one point, I picked off two leaves to keep for myself and gave the plant to a friend. In the years and years since then, those two leaves have grown back into a new cactus. I will repot it, as soon as the blossoms die off.
Having some time ago acquired all three kinds of cup-and-saucer sets (coffee cups, tea cups, breakfast cups), I decided that I want to branch out into tea glasses. As far as I know there are three kinds of tea glasses. Russian tea glasses sit in metal holders; Turkish tea glasses are hourglass-shaped and come with saucers; and Moroccan tea glasses…
… are fabulous. Colored glass and a riot of complicated patterns? Yes please! My ADD aesthetic just can’t resist. The glasses were a Christmas present, and the silver teapot I bought with Christmas money from my grandmother. I need to give a Middle Eastern dinner party, with my hummus and falafel and kofte and tzatziki, and end it with these glasses full of mint tea, and broiled figs in honey and orange blossom sauce. Mmmmm.
My other favorite present this year was an apple peeler/corer/slicer. I first saw one of these on Yarnstorm Jane’s blog, and I mean, come on? Who wouldn’t want one of these? You put the apple on…
… crank it through to the end…
… and end up with an apple Slinky toy!
Jane observed that, since she had gotten one of these, her family had been eating more apples–which is certainly true of me, also. The machine is so fabulous and works so well, and for whatever reason, I find it so much more gratifying to eat the rings of apple and then nibble on the ribbon of peel, than to bite into a whole piece of fruit. Well. Anyway.
Last night, I had some friends over to watch a movie and to get Pudding used to having company (and let me tell you, nothing arrests the attention of a party like a cat emerging from under the sofa), and one friend is just back from The Boonies of Saskatchewan. My parents had their fishing cabin in The Boonies for years, but it was a well-and-gravel-pile kind of Boonies, which is hardly the Boonies at all. These Saskatchewan Boonies were the haul-water-and-chop-wood kind of Boonies, which is serious business. Anyway. After two weeks of chopping wood and, when he had spare time, baking, said friend is back and distributing such fabulous and exotic curiosities that I can’t hold them back from you. Falafel and tzatziki? Boring stuff.
Behold the Butter Tart. I knew they existed but had never had one before.
And behold the Plum Pudding. Yes, the boiled kind. Can you believe it? I haven’t ever had this before, either.
Now, on to what you all really care about: Pudding.
She’s doing fine. She is settling in. Every day brings something new, sometimes adorable and sometimes not. Pudding claws the furniture for the first time; Pudding has a hairball for the first time; Pudding eats packing tape and horks it up for the first time; Pudding goes to the vet for the first time. On the other hand, there has also been Pudding flops on her back to get her belly scratched; Pudding touches noses with me; Pudding sits outside my bedroom door waiting for me to come out; Pudding falls asleep on my lap. You know. Shucks. I’m really rather fond of her.
I think she’s a keeper.