Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Update from the Cape


Okay, so the photos you get are of a doe and two fawns and an amazing (if I may say so myself) lobster pasta I made a week or so ago.  I think these encapsulate what it's like to be here - it's quiet with, dare I say it?, simple pleasures. 

Tomorrow we head to Pictou Island with friends to bike around and laze about on the beach.  If it sounds like paradise, that's because it is.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Bikes! Fashion! Kraftwerk!

(Clearly it's a day that I'm on the internet so bear with me)

I have to say, clever marketing because I'm more interested in Phillip Lim than I previously have been.  It's lucky that all these "girls"  (what's wrong with being women?) live in cycle-friendly places and don't have to wear helmets.  But they do look beautiful, don't they.

Making, Watching, Reading, Living

It's that time of the year.  The time when we make our way back to what we consider paradise and all its attendant luxuries.
The view from our back porch
Lots of canning

and eating.
Finished the socks I'd started on the bike ride.

Working on a shawl using the yarn I bought in Granville, Ohio.
Rereading Watership Down.  This is my original copy and contains a hilarious synopsis I wrote when I was probably in middle school.  Oh, the oversimplification.

Okay, this I saw at a rest stop on our way here; I appreciate the bookish take on the mudflap girl.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Environment Hamilton Lake to Lake Ride


As mentioned in my summary post on the New Orleans to Hamilton bike trip, I had signed up for a local two-day ride: the Environment Hamilton Lake to Lake ride from Lake Ontario to Lake Erie.  (If you sponsored me, please don't think I'm ignoring your generosity; I just haven't gotten my donor list yet.)

I have to say, I'm really glad I did it.  While the turnout was small (only about 14 riders for the two-day option), the people were great, and the trails and roads were beautiful.  Plus, we had amazing cycling weather - cool but sunny.

On both days we stopped in Caledonia for lunch.  This was on the first day...
and this was the next.


Our gear was carried in a van by our great volunteer, Ken, who also stopped along the way to provide water stops for us.

We camped right along the shore of Lake Erie.  Some of our group went into the water.  I put my feet in, and that was enough.  Still a bit frosty for my liking.

My tent.  Super cute if I may say so myself.

On the way home, I saw a quilt square that I'd missed on the ride out.  Bonus!

It's too bad, however, that I read about the cyclist killed in Kentucky this morning.  My dad sent me the story; to top it off, neither of us were surprised it happened in Kentucky.  It was the least cyclist-friendly place we rode.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Ride for the Masses

As part of a week-long bike festival (huzzah!), there was a "Ride for the Masses"* tonight.  My reignited bicycle passion overcame my inclination to sequester myself with my crafts, and I headed out to join the ride.  It didn't hurt that the starting point was at a park near my house.

There were all kinds of cyclists represented, which was nice, and I met a woman from Poland, visiting her cousins in Hamilton, and a young man from Uganda, who was here on a volunteer exchange program.  There were families, hipsters, city cyclists, and more.

He had a Brooks saddle on this.
There was also live musical accompaniment, courtesy of the Velo Stage.

I bailed at the turnaround point; it had been one of those slow and steady rides, and the Rangers-Kings game had already started.  I figured I had helped make a statement;  my Rangers were calling me home.

Tomorrow - the Lake Ontario to Lake Erie ride.  Yay!

* as opposed to Critical Mass, which apparently has negative connotations for some.  Note:  the revolution will be polite.

Craft Frenzy Output: Cat Rug or Giant Potholder?

This is the rug that I whipped up during my frenzy yesterday (yarn is Blue Sky Alpaca Bulky).  I used this pattern because it was the easiest of all (I don't really crochet), and I'm totally happy with the results.

Mulberry is, too.  This was last night, right after I'd finished the rug. (Gwendolyn seems to enjoy the swatches more, but if I see signs of jealousy - nothing like a little more anthropomorphism - I'll make her a blanket as well.)

And just for comparison's sake - here's the rug with the to-be-felted hat.
Next to the hat, the rug looks more like an oversized potholder.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Some of the Crazy Sh*t That Can Go On When I'm Home Alone

So the ladyfriend is away with Orby for a few days as part of Struts Gallery's Heat Wave series, and I've been left to my own devices.  There are always cooking changes when she goes; for example, she doesn't like eggplant, so I'll almost always make it when she's gone. Ttoday I made mayonnaise when I ran out while making chicken salad (the ladyfriend is dedicated to Hellman's), and tonight I'm making Miso-Creamed Kale for dinner.  Yes, I hear the peals of laughter coming from those who know my ladyfriend.

But there's more!  It seems that my month on the bike built up an incredible backlog of crafting desire.  In the past three days alone I
  • knit a hat (to be felted) 
  • started sewing an Alabama Chanin skirt 
  • started a lacy cowl 
  • unraveled and washed a tank that didn't work out (for the bamboo yarn destined for a pattern I saw while looking for the felted hat instructions)
  • grabbed some extra "oh, these might be good for quick projects" skeins of yarn
  • looked up how to crochet a circular rug because Mulberry took a liking to the to-be-felted knit hat, and I thought I'd make him a rug (of course!)
  • planned to make the Taproot tunic (fast! easy!) (I'll be throwing the fabric in the laundry tonight and potentially cutting it out - damn!)
  • gotten the supplies together to fix the blanket I made for our friends' child (love can be so damaging!) - it needs to be returned to him before I can use their washer to felt my hat
 So...the living room is a bit of a craftory.

And just when I thought my temporary insanity might have mellowed, I pledged money to the UNICEF canvassers who came to my door.  It's an awesome kind of madness!