Nothing much to say today. I have been knitting – a good bit in fact – but I am fighting a cold, and have been cooking dinner tonight, and trying to clean up the house for a proper Sabbath celebration, so I think running about taking pictures of things would just about put me over the edge into “sick.” So I will have to settle for sharing some pictures of things I have been doing other than knitting, squeezed in between schoolwork and traveling and playing with a baby.
A few weeks ago I made bread and butter pickles. For the first time in a long time, the house was filled with the smell of boiling vinegar and turmeric, a smell I hadn’t smelt in a long while. It made me think about how long it’s been since I last did some dyeing. That will be the subject for a longer post. Anyway, I was immensely pleased, since all of 6$ for cucumbers and mustard seeds got me 8 pints of pickles! This might have been the first time that canning was actually cost-effective for me. And the first time the mandolin slicer earned its shelf space.
Then, a couple weeks ago while home with my family, I borrowed Mom’s serger to crank out about 100 flannel wipes – 60 2-ply and 40 1-ply. That was fun – we’ve never been able to get the tension on that thing quite right, but found a happy medium. After I was done, I wished I had made all of them out of that awesome pink-cammo-skull print. Because yes.
Why so many wipes, you ask? Two words, which depending on your predilections, will gross you out, give me boku granola cred, or both: Family Cloths.