I never thought I’d quote Peter Frampton, buffon’d singer of the ’70s, but in the words of the man who made one of the best selling live albums of all time and wrote the winner of Eurovision 2008*, oh baby, baby it’s a small world.
I’m surfing Ravelry when I come across a pattern by Slagt En Hellig Ko who’s cool with /many who’s cool with Mr Palnatoke who’s one of my dearest friends.
Oh baby, baby, it’s a small world.
(* okay, just listen to the song and don’t tell me it’s not a variation upon Mr Frampton’s best-known song?)
The first family request for a Christmas wish list usually pops up about a month after my birthday. I’m a February child. Lately I’ve found myself asking my Other Half what he wants for his birthday. His birthday is in November. I suppose we all try to be different from our parents and none of us succeed.
But I usually hate writing wish lists whether they be for my birthday or for Christmas. Last year was a classic case of Ms Bookish trying desperately to think of things that could easily be sent by mail, was difficult to confuse with anything else* and that would not just gather dust. So, I asked for plain table cloths, a mascara and a Danish film. I didn’t end up with any of these things, of course.
(* I remember one year I asked for a tiny saucepan because I was a poor student with foodie tendencies. I got a huge stew-pot instead because I “needed that much more”. I put it next to my other two stew-pots. No, it was impossible to exchange it for the tiny saucepan; stew-pot came straight from my auntie A’s cookery stash)
This year will be different. I have signed up for Wist which apparently helps you organise cool things you see online (it would be extra useful if I could remember my password). I have bought a notebook where I keep track of lust objects and when my mother finally pleads for a wish list (this month? next month?), I shall mail her one with well-organised, colour-coded items I would absolutely love.
Here’s a little preview of my two-page long list:
+ Merino/silk yarn from Nimu
+ Icelandic shawl pattern & yarn
+ Knitted Lace of Estonia - Nancy Bush
+ Addi knitting needles: 3mm, 4mm, 5mm ..
Huzzah for new, exciting hobby and all the exciting things that overseas family can easily send me! Huzzah! Christmas cannot come soon enough - and I think it’s the first time in my adult life that I’ve said that.
I like everything to be clean, and gray is clean. Gray is between black and white, so it’s a noncolor, almost. I feel messy and unclean if I wear other colors. - Five New Yorkers Who Only Wear One Colour.
I bet you can find Copenhageners who only wear beige. Or navy.
I have a guilty pleasure blog that I read ever so often whenever I either want to cheer myself up or want to depress myself (and sometimes I want both - I’m a complex woman). The blog in question is Tartelette and it is a food blog. No, let me rephrase that: it’s a food blog and I tell you them italics there make all the difference.
Tartelette features mainly desserts and baked goods - at least that has been the focus since I started dropping by ever-so-casually. A typical entry would be somewhere along the lines of this Lemon Rhubarb Mascarpone Mousse Cake entry: mouth-watering photography, exquisite recipe and a delightfully humourous blogging voice with oodles of that ‘personal touch’ which is so essential to a good blog read. And, of course, let’s keep in mind that we’re talking about a lemon rhubarb mascarpone mousse cake which is miles away from that lumpy lemon pound cake I managed the other day. It’s good to daydream sometimes.
Seeing as I won’t be making a lemon rhubarb mascarpone mousse cake (nor the honey panna cotta and raspberry terrine, alas), I think I shall have to pay The Mannequin a visit. It is a scrumptious tea and cake shop which has opened just a few minutes away from Casa Bookish. Last time we enjoyed their fabulous New York Cheesecake. I think it’s time we sampled their Belgian chocolate cake.
Oh, you Scottish summer.. We’ve been having thunder on-and-off for most of the day and it’s raining, raining, raining. Suddenly knitting a wool sweater in July doesn’t seem like such a stupid idea.
This is my first major lace work (bar two projects we shall not mention) and I’m actually pretty happy with it despite my overly critical eye. The pattern is called “Swallowtail” and it’s a nice little shawl. It was knitted in lovely DROPS Alpaca (which is available in Danish yarn shops, hint hint!). The second lace pattern from the top was supposed to have tiny “knots” but they were omitted because I decided they looked like fuzzy brambles.
The shawl pin is a silver replica of a Bronze Age shawl pin found in a bog close to where I grew up. E. gave it to me as a token of love and friendship when I moved from Denmark. I think of her every time I wear it.
I also realise that I have actually posted a picture of myself on my blog for the first time in.. well, the seven years I have been blogging (bar the profile photo, of course). I have been hesitant in showing my face to the world but I’m figuring that most of my readers nowadays* will either know me offline or have me friended on Facebook. Besides, since my blog stalker experience** I have realised that no matter how hard I try to keep myself fairly anonymous, people can and will find out personal details.. So, yes, say hello to my face (and the lovely lace shawl).
* Ah, my hotshot literary blogger days are long gone..
** surely I have mentioned this before? Let’s just say the police were involved.
How badly do I want this uppercase scarf? Pretty badly, I tell you. The scarf led me on a typographic journey of the net which yielded new interesting sites: the & Blog, Bembo’s Zoo which is seriously cool, FontStruct which lets you design your own (very basic) typefaces, and, er, The Swedish Furniture Name Generator.
Hey, I can’t be all arty and intellectual all the time!
How about A.S. Byatt on textiles, textures and texts, then? It marries all my loves: books, texts, literary theory and, ahem, yarn.
Sleeping Beauty pricks her finger on a spindle, the Lady of Shalott is entwined in thread, Silas Marner is enclosed in his loom - why have spinning and sewing so often been associated with danger and isolation? (..) We think of our lives - and of stories - as spun threads, extended and knitted or interwoven with others into the fabric of communities, or history, or texts.
Just sneaking this one in: the teaser trailer for Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog. And if you are thinking Bzuh?! (which is admittedly very likely), here’s an explanation:
During the WGA strike [’Buffy’ and ‘Firefly’ creator] Joss Whedon started writing a three part musical series for the internet. Each of the three episodes will be approximately ten minutes each. (..) “It’s the story of a low-rent super-villain, the hero who keeps beating him up, and the cute girl from the laundromat he’s too shy to talk to.” says Whedon. “Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog” will star Neil Patrick Harris as Dr. Horrible, Nathan Fillion as Captain Hammer, Felicia Day as Penny and a cast of dozens.”
General awesomeness, in other words.
Faber and Faber is sending me a proof copy of Andrew Sean Greer’s new novel, The Story of a Marriage. Greer’s The Confessions of Max Tivoli was excellent and I’m looking forward to see how his new novel compares.
Thank you, F&F. I hope this is the start of a beautiful friendship between TS Eliot’s old publishing company and yours truly.
(If you ever feel like letting me rummage through your archives, you know how to contact me)
This is really nifty: The Timeline of Fictional And Fictional Future Events.
1609: A vampire known as the Master converts a young woman dying of syphilis to fellow vampire Darla. The conversion reportedly took place in the Colony and Dominion of Virginia which at the time only included Jamestown
1620: Norville “Shaggy” Rogers’ and Scooby-Doo’s ancestors, McBaggy Rogers and Yankee Doodle Doo, arrive in Plymouth, Massachusetts aboard the Mayflower.
1622: Duncan MacLeod revealed to be an immortal.
1626: D’Artagnan arrives in Paris and meets The Three Musketeers.
1635: Gotham City is founded as part of the Swedish colonization of the Americas.
1659: Robinson Crusoe is shipwrecked
1666: September 2 - September 5 - During the Great Fire of London, the Ancient One battles Dormammu and forces him to retreat.
1685: John Ridd and Lorna Doone find themselves caught up in events surrounding the Monmouth Rebellion
1687: Robinson Crusoe rescued
