Starting again -

It feels weird to me to have just made an 18 year commitment to two little lives. I have been struggling a bit with it. It doesn't tie in well with my infrequent urges to go overseas for long-ish stints of time. It has holed the ship that was my plan to spend two years in Eritrea.

I don't think I was quite ready to give up that person who did things like spend three months in remote Madagascar.














I am in a ripping mood today. The Noro did not work out as a second Noro Scarf. I tried a log-cabin square with an eye towards a rather expensive blanket. Then I saw another blanket at cosmicpluto and fell a little bit in love. So I am thinking of ripping out the yarn and taking up my crochet hook.














And versatil must go. It is more than half done, but every time I knit on it I feel dejected. I am thinking of a second large crochet granny square, because I get obsessive like that, but we'll see.














One more cat photo, for luck. And to remind me I don't want to leave them for a year to go traipsing.

Cinnamon Scrolls -

We went to stitch and bitch at Wool Baa today and I met a lovely person who is recently returned from the Netherlands. He recommended a recipe (with a secret ingredient) for Dutch cinnamon scrolls. This brown paper bag proved convenient for copying out the recipe.



















I made the recipe tonight, when I got home. They are due to come out of the oven in 5 minutes.

What? Why did I have a brown paper bag at hand, do you ask? Well.














There were loads of people at Wool Baa, some of them I have even managed to find on ravelry.

[Oh My... I just took the scrolls out of the oven. They are delicious. I want to eat more. Maybe it is just as well it is forecast to be so bloody hot in the next few days so that I at least can't bake any more. I want to wake up my housemate, it seems a shame that anyone should be missing out on this piping-hot, tasty goodness.]

Simple Pleasures -

The more I look at this scarf, the more I want to knit another one.














Then I remember that while it was a simple pleasure, it was not an inexpensive one, and maybe I should spend some more time with the stash.














It is pretty, though, and soft, and cuddly. I eagerly anticipate the cooler weather.

Stash -

Okay, so I crumbled like old cheese. Bloody Sunspun. Bloody house guests. Bloody quilting. Now it is a question of - am I game enough to tackle the sewing machine? (it is old and temperamental) or am I game enough to tackle the hand stitching? (the same thing could be said of me). I am thinking log cabin thoughts.














Yup, I totally caved.














I didn't last long.