Yeah, progress is just ootching along, ever so slowly.
Not helped by the fact that I spent a lot of my evening last night spinning. I’ve spun and plied about two-thirds (I think) of my Cotswold Lamb, and have 300 yards or so of yarn to show for my work.
So . . . I was looking at the photo of Kinsale and thinking that it’s longer than I’d like (I linked to the photo of Kinsale on the Virtual Yarns site last week, so if you don’t know what it looks like you can check it out there). I was toying with the idea of shortening mine, as I don’t want a tunic length sweater. I measured a sweater whose length I though would be good for Kinsale. It’s 26 inches long.
How long is Kinsale? 26 inches long. Alrighty then.
I’m guessing the model wearing it in the photo is either shorter than I, or she’s wearing the largest size, which is 28 inches long.
Lucy is unconcerned.
Lookie what I got in the mail today, sent to me by Kate, the winner of the weird spinning contest:
This is a cookbook, published in 1929, from my birthplace, Worcester, Massachusetts. It’s a compilation of prize-winning recipes sent into the local newspaper, the Worcester Evening Post. Every recipe has the name of person who sent it in, along with her address.
Okay, I just flipped it open at random and found, on page 233, a recipe that was sent in by my grandmother, Mrs. Ernest Audette. The recipe is for Mock Lobster Salad.
This is too cool for words . . .
Hey Mom. I bet you just loved Mock Lobster Salad (made with haddock) when you were a kid, huh?
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. But isn’t it nice of me to share?
This morning when I was on the train coming to work, a couple got on and sat in the seat in front of me. They immediately locked in a feverish embrace and began what I can only describe as tongue wrestling. I mean, they were literally poking at each other’s tongue — with tongues extended a remarkable length. Ew! Ew! Ew! Jeez people, do you really have to do this at 5:30am? And if you really do have to, have the decency to go to one end of the train car where you have a bit of privacy and don’t gross out the other passengers.
I felt sorry for the people who didn’t have reading material or knitting to distract them.