Are you knitters out there hankering for some knitting news? I know I am! My arm is recovering slowly but surely. I did knit a little this week and actually finished a gorgeous
something, but I can't show it because it is for Someone Who Reads The Blog. But I think this means I will be able to knit Gus's teacher her Christmas present, which has been wildly scaled down in ambition and scope as the tendinitis flared up and the weeks ticked by. No matter - I still have something nice in mind. More info to follow.
Last night, Gus and I went to
Colour Me Mine in Chestnut Hill for the first time. It's one of those clay studios with pre-made items that you paint. May I just tell you that this was
THE MOST FUN THING TO DO IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD?! Yes, you read right - it was the most fun thing to do in the whole wide world!! I painted some mugs for Some People on the gift list, and Gus painted a menorah. We're not Jewish, but Gus loves Hanukhah [sp?]. I bought a menorah last year, but it was a little skimpy and rickety and towards the end of Hanukah [sp?], we were in danger of burning the house down.
Gus wanted to get a new menorah, and my friend Carole suggested CMM. O blessed Carole - how Gus and I adore you at this moment!!! When we left, Gus said, "Can we come back tomorrow??" and I wanted to shout, "OH YES YES YES!!!" but maternal prudence took over and I said, "No, sweetie [long pensive pause].....but [light bulb goes off in head!] hey we have to come back next week to pick up our stuff, so we can paint some more things next week!!"
Do you see what is going to happen? We ran into a friend of ours and she said, "See all these things here?" (sweeping gesture at every little doodad in the store) "We have one of every single one of them at home." Yeah, I can see that's where we're heading.
Cultural Note: I recently borrowed from the library "Mr Darcy Takes A Wife" by Linda Berdoll. Can you imagine how wildly polarizing this book must be for Jane Austen fans? I fancy myself a big Jane Austen fan, and I must say I found the book extremely entertaining. Except for one thing: The thing that I
loathe in the English language more than anything else is when people use "gift" as a verb. What gives with that? Or, excuse me, what
gifts with that? You don't save any letters by using "gift" and it means exactly the same thing. Every time I hear someone use it, it makes me want to scream like a banshee. (I should, then maybe people would stop using it around me.) Anyway, Ms. Berdoll has poor Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy throwing "gift" around like a verb all over the place, which disturbed my wa, to say the least. It was entertaining, however, and in the spirit, if not the skill of Jane Austen.
Discuss amongst yourselves....