There've been some questions and comments, and I have nothing to blog about today (I've even run out of cool shoes), so I'm doing the fallback; comment on the comments.
First up, the nipple warmers in progress. You get a better idea how they work.
They should be about five inches across, once they're washed and blocked. You get the idea.
Forgot, again, to take a photo of the Russian Prime. At this stage I'll probably wait until I cut the neck steek before I take a photo. (Three steeks on this sweater, and it's not even a cardigan. Whee.)
There were questions about what kind of pan to bake the Fruit Brick in, and how to prepare the pan ahead of time. The pan doesn't really matter; just adjust the bake time as needed (but don't ever use glass). This year I baked the Fruit Brick in a pie tin (to see what would happen), and it came out quite good. I called it Fruit Frisbee. When I make it, I just butter the pan, but if you wanted to get wild and crazy, you could line the pan with baking parchment, which is normal for making fruit cake. This bread is moist enough, though, that you don't really have to worry about it sticking.
Someone else asked why I got stuck pulling Sekhmet out of my mother-in-law's suitcase. The fact is, our cat's a bitch. I'm the only human in the world she's got any respect for, and even that's like the respect a person gives their pillow. She's got all her claws, and likes to bite, so no one else in the family will go near her. I'm considered mildly insane for wrestling with her, actually. Don't get me wrong - she doesn't attack other people. She ignores them (unless they try to pet her - then she swears and smacks them). I get chewed up because I'm constantly playing with her and wrestling her around. So when the cat laid in the suitcase, nobody else in the house was going to touch her. (Other than a bunch of growling and hissing, she didn't do anything.) At the moment, Sekhmet is doing her favorite daytime, cold-weather thing:
In fact, that looks pretty good. I may go try it, myself.