Sister-in-law afghan: III

Randi:

It’s finished!

And it’s lovely! Thick and soft and fluffy. I am satisfied.

It’s actually been finished for a while, but I just go around to snapping a photo of it.

Boooooy, did that attached icord give me trouble. I watched and re-watched this tutorial and this video, certain that they were missing a crucial step in the process. But I finally figured it out, and the rest was a breeze. Continue reading “Sister-in-law afghan: III”

Indoor diversions: Play dough

Ari:

Do you remember mom’s homemade play dough? Always green and mint-scented. Always. For some reason I associate this with St. Patrick’s Day. Ring any bells?

I made the first batch of my own a couple of months ago and it had MM occupied for an entire hour while I actually got things done. It was magic, so I made more (a few different colors, no mint extract) and its facilitated plenty of quiet, creative play when we’ve been stuck in the house. Just this morning MM said she was making  play dough”coooookies.” Continue reading “Indoor diversions: Play dough”

Sister-in-law afghan: I

Randi-

So I’m knitting a blanket for my boyfriend’s soon-to-be sister in law. Is that terribly ambitious? I wouldn’t do something so … involved … if it weren’t for the fact that they are getting married in March. I hate March. So very much. Knitting this blanket gives me an excuse to sit inside and watch Netflix and by grumpy instead of interacting with other humans.

I am a terrible person in March — have you noticed that? I blame it on the weather where we grew up. In Northern California, the winters are cold and damp, but they’re over by the end of February. The way I describe it is: If you have to wear tights with your Easter dress, the weather has failed you. Here on the East Coast, we’re lucky if it’s not snowing on Easter. In March it seems like winter is dragging on and on and on, ad infinitum. January and February are cozy — the weather’s finally wintry and we can all enjoy fireplaces and snow and hot chocolate and stuff. But then right when you’re ready for winter to be over, March rolls around. I hate March.

Have I mentioned that I hate March? Continue reading “Sister-in-law afghan: I”