I've shared many times---that I grew up as an only child. In my family it was just 'me', but, I was particularly rich in 'cousins' and Easter was a holiday we often shared with them. Eight cousins lived in three houses all in a row on a little rural sleepy road. We stayed in the middle house....the one with the most kids.
My favorite year was the year our over-indulgent bachelor uncle got us all ducks. Baby ducks. Fluffy, yellow, pooping everywhere live ducks. (This was particularly wonderful for this city kid whose only pet was a red-eared slider turtle.) He filled the bathtub and turned those ducks loose. At the time, it was the only bathtub in the house. He quickly became a person non gratis among the other adults, but a folk hero among the 8 and under crowd.
While that was my most favorite Easter (EVER!)--even though I wasn't allowed to keep my duck---it wasn't the most memorable. The Easter tradition there was a bit like Christmas. Sometime in the middle of the night, the Easter bunny snuck in and delivered his baskets of goodies. And he was such a smart bunny---always giving everyone exactly what they most desired. Back in those days it was never toys and UnderArmour gear...always food. (like I said, smart bunny!)
That beautiful Easter morning I woke to the most awful banshee screaming, crying, kicking, and punching. There was undoubtedly some biting in the mix---it was the age of braces. Apparently, the youngest of the 'cousins' snuck down early to check out the 'loot'---liked what she saw---and proceeded to lick everyone's candy, putting her 'cooties' on the whole lot and declaring it all hers.
She left my basket alone.
I always got cottage cheese, black olives, and cocktail onions.
Gosh, I hope he doesn't forget the cocktail onions this year!
Happy Easter, my friends. Here's hoping your baskets are overflowing with health, happiness, giggles, grace, and the all the hope that this wonderful time of the year brings.
Morticia by BooKnits. BooKnit shawl patterns have become some of my favorites. I love the versatility of the long (very long!) wing-span, the intricacy of the knitting, and the dimension and feminine flair of the beaded work.
Is there anything more satisfying that a big, beautiful, wooly hug?
Those poor Virginia bluebells. At first, I thought that as a wildflower they objected to being brought in the house. And then, I remembered.
Cut daffodills exude a sticky, yucky, slimely substance when they are cut. If you mix them with other flowers when they are first cut, that ooze will clog the stems of other flowers. (If you soak them by themselves for 12 hours and then mix them with other flowers, they seem to do OK.)
My mom was one of those women who bought her clothes by the 'outfit'. Shoes that matched the dress that matched the hat that matched the purse that matched the gloves that matched the earrings that matched the watch. You get the idea. It was an 'outfit' and it didn't matter if any of the pieces went with anything else. For her time, I think she was very stylish.
As her only child, she looked upon me not only as her progeny, but as her prodigy in the fashion world. In high school I remember owning nine pairs of Keds--all in different colors. Knowing mom, I probably owned every color made. I had something to match whatever I pulled from my closet. Getting dressed in the morning actually was pretty easy---because everything I owned had all the accessories and parts to 'go with it'. And heaven help me if I came to breakfast without the right matching watchband!! (I must note here: I had no black. She had this thing aboutblack. No black anything graced either her closet or mine.)
You may see where this is going. Too much of anything---even if it's a good anything---sometimes leads one to go awry. (And anyway, I was a child of the '60s. I was destined to go awry.)
These earrings have been in my knitting queue since 2010 when they appeared in Knitty. (Coralie by Sarah Punderson) This weekend I decided to knit a couple, and two turned into quite a few (the rest still waiting their rings and hooks).
Yes. They match. (Necklace: Sea Lace, also by Sarah Punderson)
There are actually words in this book...a whole lot of words. Unfortunately, the only ones I can read are 'page' and 'let's knit!'. But, it's a beautiful book---full of patterns that I would love to knit; illustrations abound. Charts are only slightly cryptic. Someday I might tackle something. Until then, I'm just enjoying it as a picture book of eye-candy and inspiration. I have no idea what the title is. It's from the Let's Knit Series; with any luck I'll be able to track down other equally beautiful knitting books that I can't read.
On the needles...
some leaf earrings. I've made these before and while they are a little fiddly, they're still much fun to make. I think this wire is #27 (although it's lost its tag...but it's very very fine gauge, flexible wire); the needles are 00 or 000....size really doesn't matter much.