Cookie Night

I love baking. Baking is easy because all you have to do is follow the recipe, and the result will be nice. Yes, it’s a bit of a mess, but still, baking is fun.

The part where you go seperate the yolks from the whites is fun, too. Especially when you’ve asked your husband to help you take photos (because you really can’t do all the seperating and cutting and meassuring and kneading, and still take photos) but he’s on the phone clearing an issue with your online order which takes a little longer than expected, and you find yourself standing at the table, egg in hands, muttering to yourself „hurry and get the camera, the eggs and I aren’t getting any younger“.

And did I mention the kneading? The sticky dough that seems to get everywhere if you’re not careful? And that magical moment when this utter mess becomes a nice, soft, lovely dough you can actually make cookies from? (I know it’s not magic, it’s gluten, but why fight over words? 😉 )

And so it begins – getting my new cookie cutters out and working. Wait, you didn’t really expect me to make the usual stars and hearts and moons and christmas tree shapes, did you?

Look at all those lovely bikes! Some choppers, some cruisers, some sports bikes, and even one with a driver – is this the taste of freedom? (By the way, did you notices that some of the choppers even come with a sissy bar? Seriously, cookie cutters these days … LOL)

Done. And yes, they were very tasty and a bit crunchy and soft and practically melting on our tongues. Unfortunately, I can’t show you any of the choppers in their baked state because the majority of them lost their front wheels along the way. They still tasted great, though.

Yes, I really do love baking.

2018 / 2019 – Week 22

Hello my lovelies, can you believe this – for the first time in weeks, or rather, months, I’m posting on time and have something to show! I can hardly believe it myself. So, here we go …

Yes, I did it. I frogged and restarted my „Call Them Cherry Blossoms„. This time, I’m using the red as main colour and the grey as contrast colour, and voila, red blossoms against a grey background! Ahem … actually it’s more of a brownish red, the colours run from bright red to muted red to dark red to brown, with a dash of dark green somewhere in there, too. The overall look and feel of the yarn is red, though. I can’t remember what brand it is, I think it might be a Lana Grossa yarn.

Whatever it is, it’s lovely, and there should be enough for a pair of socks and a pair of mittens, too. This is the sole, and I’ve almost reached the heel starting point. It’s worked differently with these socks, and I’m going to take detailed notes so that I can adapt the general pattern for any kind of stranded socks, and come up with my own patterns along the way. These will be sofa socks, though, they might be a tad too warm and thick to wear in shoes, and besides, nobody would get to see the pattern if I wore them with shoes.

Today, I’m going to give this baby some love:

It’s my Seed Stitch Blanket, and it’s as mindless as it gets. I started reading a fabulous book last night, „The Man Who Didn’t Call“ by Rosie Walsh, and I need to keep reading and find out why he didn’t call. I can’t read while working on the socks but I can while working the k1 p1 pattern of the blanket, so I suppose I’ll have a finished book and a significantly larger blanket by tomorrow.

If you’re curious about what my fellow YOPpers are up to, or would like to join in the fun, find our group on Ravelry.

2018 / 2019 – Week 21

Hello my dears – mind you, with starting the week in hospital and all, I didn’t even realize I still had time to post my YOP update until just now! Well, here we go …

I finished crocheting the basic net of the Tea Flower Shawl, and have started the flower border. I decided on pink sock yarn for the flowers. It’s difficult to tell in artificial light but the pink looks lovely against the various shades of blue, green and yellow.

There will be an awful lot of lose ends to weave in, though.

Then there are the „Call Them Cherry Blossoms“ socks I started in hospital:

I’m using a light grey as main colour and red variagated as contrast colour. I might switch the colours for the second sock, though. Having red flowers on a light grey background might look even nicer… Hmmm, maybe I should frog and start anew? What do you think?

If you’re curious about what my fellow YOPpers are up to, or would like to join in the fun, find our group on Ravelry.

WTF 2018?

Thank heavens it’s already November, I’m so done with 2018!!!

First things first, though – thank you all so much for your lovely comments and comfort on losing Peanut. It’s still hurting like crazy, and I guess it will keep hurting for a good while to come, but it’s so good to know that there are dear people out there who understand and care. Thank you.

As you can see from the title of this post, I’ve come here to complain and shamelessly wallow in self-pity today, and I believe I have reason to, since 2018 is so good at throwing crap at me lately. Just when my ribs have healed and I begin to feel like a human being again (it still aches a bit whenever I sneeze, cough, or lift something heavy, but then again, I don’t really need to sneeze or cough that often, and can avoid lifting heavy stuff), I get my first ever migraine attack. The full package, starting with flickering vision and progressing to the worst headache I have EVER had in my entire life, sensitivity to light, nausea, vomiting – in short, I almost collapsed at work (third day back after the rib debacle, a Saturday no less, my coworker had to sacrifice her weekend off to come and stand in for me) and landed in hospital for three and a half days. The doctor on duty was quite certain from the start that it was a migraine attack but apparently, I’m unusually old to experience this for the first time. I know it’s all my fault – at the beginning of the year, I decided that I would take turning 50 as an opportunity to open a new chapter in life, and just go ahead and start something completely new, something I’d never done before. What I MEANT was learning to ride a motorcycle and getting my driving license. What I GOT was a migraine! Well, thanks very much! Anyway, since I’m so unusually old, the doctor decided to put me through an MRI just to make sure there was nothing up there in that head of mine that didn’t belong there, other than a few bees in my bonnett. Well, the good news is there is no evidence whatsoever of anything out of the ordinary. Actually, I could just forget about it, and carry on as if nothing happened. But I won’t.

I talked to one of the nurses, and she said that migraines might be brought on by emotional stress. Come to think of it, I’ve had enough of that kind of stress during the past few months. All the worrying about my jobs, losing Peanut, health concerns, and the changes brought about by our motorcycle adventure that bothered me a great deal (because I don’t deal well with change, and because our relationship as a couple changed, and not always in a good way) … I know that change is inevitable, it’s just part of life, and so is loss and sadness and illness. I know that in the end, I’ll grow more on the obstacles and difficulties than on the easy days – just like a ship will sail faster with a stronger wind in its sails. If the wind gets too strong, though, a good captain will order some of the sails to be taken down to avoid the breaking of masts – and that’s what I need to learn, and what I’ll have to be more aware of in the future. I need to take time off to regroup and breathe, time for my soul to relax and gather new strength. I also need to learn to be honest with myself. Some things just won’t work, no matter how much I want them to, and some things I’ll have to let go, no matter how much I want to keep them. (No, don’t worry, I’m not talking about divorce.)

Crafting has always been a way to relax, get back in touch with my inner self, and think good thoughts. It has been a source of joy, a boost for my self-confidence, a learning curve, and just completely fun. I’ve been playful about it, starting new projects as the whimsy hit me, finishing some and frogging others, looking for new challenges, buying material when I wanted to and could afford it, regardless of the stash I already had, and without feeling guilty about expenses or unfinished objects. And I blogged about my crafty journey just as I went about it, without putting pressure on myself, and without following rules and regulations. I just took an hour or so off each day, to sit and knit, or crochet, or sew, or do whatever else I felt like doing. Of course, taking time out for crafting was easier a few years ago when I was a housewife but on the other hand, I need this special time for myself so much more now that I work outside of the house.

This morning, I decided that I needed a holiday, and so I made one for myself. I watched two episodes of „Midsomer Murders“, took some photos, played a computer game, and sat down to start crocheting the flower border for the Teaflower Shawl. While in hospital, I started a new pair of socks, and just to add some spice to it, decided on stranded knitting this time – oh, and by the way, many thanks to my wonderful husband who not only brought me my knitting, but actually rummaged through my stash to find exactly what I had asked him to bring – so there’s a new pair of „Call Them Cherry Blossoms“ in the making. The Seed Stitch Blanket got some love during the past few weeks, so with luck, we might actually cuddle under it before the bitter cold hits (but even if not, it’s not going to be the end of the world).

Guess what? Feels great to be the me I want to be.

Goodbye Sunshine

We got her when she was a few days less than four months old. I know everybody oohs and aaaahs about puppies but honestly, nothing about her was cute. She was a skinny little bundle, made of long legs, a long nose and huge ears – and of fear. She was a sensitive little soul, intelligent as could be, ready to trust and love – but all her life, she was afraid of sudden changes, of strangers, of anything new and unexpected actually. Once she felt comfortable with where she was and who she was with, she could be quite the goofball, she loved to learn new tricks and was so good at it – she was the only one of my dogs who not only learned to „high five“ us but would even initiate a high five herself when she felt like it (sometimes she would high five me when she had done something bad, as if to say „yeah, I know, I ate the sofa, I’m a bad doggy, but hey, I can do high fives, so all’s forgiven, right?“).

She could be stubborn at times, and quite a handful to handle, and she was fiercly protective of her family. No strangers would have a chance to do any harm to us, not on her watch. The fact that the postman could hardly hand us our mail when she was around, or that neighbourly chats over the fence where completely drowned out by her barking is so beside the point, isn’t it? She watched over us and let everybody know. Period.

When we brought the twins home, she was first one to roll her eyes in a „oh no, please, not again!“ way – but she was also the first to babysit and play with them, and teach them all kinds of shenanigans. Like digging holes. Lots of holes. Deep holes. So deep you’d swear you caught a glimpse of Australia just looking into it. She loved to run and play but she never ran too far away from us, and she would always turn and check to see if we were still there. Simply because she loved to be with us and didn’t want to lose us.

She was so eager to please, and be a good dog. And she was. I’m so sorry because sometimes, I was too impatient. At times because I had to go to work, other times because I was tired from work, or had a long list of household chores to complete. Sometimes when I was in a bad mood, she’d disappear for a while, wait for me to calm down, and then come and place her head (or sometimes her entire person) in my lap, and help me to leave whatever bugged me behind. I’m going to miss that terribly.

We knew what was going to happen. She didn’t want to go out in the morning, she didn’t want to be with us in the living-room, she stayed in the bathroom, in a dark corner under the sink, and just dozed off. We checked on her regularly, that was all we could do. She was comfortable (well, as much so as she could be, considering the circumstances, and we made sure she wasn’t in pain), and she wasn’t alone. She passed away peacefully at home.

27th May, 2009 – 11th November, 2018

Goodbye Peanut, my darling sunshine. You’ll always be in my heart.