The Girl with the Thorn in her Side

I picked up some fresh local strawberries last night, and I immediately washed and hulled them. There was some whipping cream in the fridge begging to be whipped up with a generous dash of sugar and a splash of vanilla. It was the perfect treat to end an evening spent hanging out at the park with lots of little friends for a year-end celebration. It didn’t take much convincing to pile up our plates with little sponge cakes topped with whipped cream and strawberries. I can only hope my little family doesn’t go getting too reliant on my sporadic culinary skills. Poor things –it’s like an eclipse. If you blink, you might just miss it.
I would spend more time in the kitchen, but I have an addiction. It’s called knitting. At least it’s now attacking the UFOs. I doubt anyone even remembers me beginning the presto chango baby sweater, but it’s now only about hour away from completion. This is where my projects are guaranteed to stall – seaming, weaving in ends, sewing on buttons, and all that finishing jazz really scares the bejeezus out of me. It’s my final crack at destroying the item be it a sweater, a sock, a bag, a bowl, a pickle . . . maybe later.

Since I had gone to all the trouble of pulling out my camera last night, I thought I would include a little treasure I found thrifting last weekend. I’m always admiring vintage children’s illustrations on other people’s blogs, and I thought I’d get me some of my own to admire. Rather than go with some over-the-top cuteness, I chose rats. Yes – rats. They’re so skittery and cool. Now I wouldn’t be saying that about a real rat. You could probably find me climbing the wall if I was caught in a room with real rat, but a sketchy fake rat? Well, that‘s just super rad.




OzB said...

Lovely looking presto N. You spit projects out like I spit out grape seeds!

Not sure about the rats...shiver....