I'll let you decide which is which. A jumble of topics running through my head.
-250 yards of Froggy goodness.
There's a better photo of it, in a skein, but it's on the camera and I'm feeling rather inert at the moment. I need to hurry up and finish the other half of frogginess, because when I sold the Summer Berries yarn I bought more raw wool to spin, and it'll be here this week. I got silk/merino blend. It'll be interesting to see how it spins up.
-Lately I've been wondering how much fun I could have had if I'd bitched out everyone who ever did a negative review of one of my Knitty articles on their blog. I probably wouldn't ever write for Knitty again. And wouldn't have time to do anything else. The history of knitting article was particularly popular - some people didn't like hearing that Arabs invented their hobby. (Oh geez.)
-There are debates that rage, both in real life and on the internet, about children watching TV and how educational it REALLY is. Well. The other day I gave the Goob a ribbon flower for her hair. She's calling it 'the marigold barrette'. I don't ever in my life remember telling this kid about marigolds, and no one around here grows them. The other day she was telling me about monitor lizards (one of her favorite shows is an animal show on PBS), and I KNOW the hub and I never taught her anything about monitor lizards because WE don't know anything about monitor lizards (dey're weally big, an' have gween scales). I guess it depends on the kid, but this one's going to be watching documentaries on DaVinci and building clocks soon.
-The new anti-inflammatory is officially an epic fail. I'm back on the old one until I can get into the doc to change it around AGAIN. In a way it's kind of good to know I need the medication I'm taking, but damn.
-Is it wrong to feed your kid pizza two nights in a row, if she loves pizza? It's all the food groups, isn't it?
-The French book is cool. Apparently all those fancy restaurants in France exist because they were founded by chefs who cooked for the aristocracy; after the Revolution swept through, the aristos were executed, and the cooks and assistants found themselves unemployed. So they went with the more democratic restaurant idea and have never looked back. Am now deep into the varieties of French cheese and how they make them; this will be darn useful the next time I try to make a French recipe and they don't have the exact cheese I need at the American grocery stores I have to shop at. (There are similar chapters on all their other types of food, so I have hopes of eventually understanding the GIST of the recipes, instead of just seeing an incomprehensible list of ingredients. Beef cheek? What?)
-Every summer I dress the Goob in sun dresses, not so much for the girlie factor, but because they're the coolest thing the kid can wear (other than going naked, which is frowned upon around here). This summer she's gotten enthusiastic about it and is demanding dresses to wear - and wants the pinkest, frilliest ones in the closet. I fear another trip to the outlet store is in the future, one to pick up pink frills.
-Speaking of pink. I've also got a pink phone. When I was a teen I dyed my hair pink. Always loved the color, no idea why. I like the clear, bright pastels. (Terby just rolled her eyes and muttered 'no kidding'.) I'm not forcing the Goob into pink, partly because it's cliched and partly because I think it'll make her sick of it. Personally I think she looks best in lavender and blued purples. But I let her choose colors and styles when we're in the store, and inevitably she goes for pink and frills.