Wednesday, September 29, 2010

All Righty, Then!

Let's bump the depressing crap down the page a bit, shall we?

When I'm not feeling cranky about other people's good luck (there's got to be a German word for anti-Schadenfreude; Freudenschade?), I've been getting my hand back into making stuff a bit:


Our fairy house in the neighborhood park


(I left the chocolate chips out, not from any misguided notions of health, 
but because I tragically didn't have them on hand)


A hat for Sarah 
(please let it be big enough; please let me have enough yarn)


skiiiirtcccch!
(that would be the sound of a needle scratching off a record, dontcha know)

Oh, damn. The green tomatoes. So I had all these visions of making pickled green tomatoes, right? Or maybe chutney, or tomatillo-esque salsa verde, or relish. But, um, I didn't use the tomatoes the day I picked 'em, and the next morning... white moldiness everywhere. Dang it.

Anyway! So! Soldiering on!

Oh, here's a little Public Service Announcement for you all. A great antidote to general blechiness? KITCHEN DANCE PARTY. How could I have forgotten? Let me tell you, dudes: the Go-Go's, The Wiz soundtrack, Beyonce, Blur, Fugazi... puh-lease. I defy you to mope with those beats bumping. I sure couldn't, not with a pigtailed four year old easin' on down the road behind me.

3 comments:

mommatosena said...

OMG!! Easin' on down the road and Wiz! FLASHBACK!! Surely can't mope while those notes are playing! Love the fairy house. Sorry about the tomatoes. I confess to 'mistakenly' leaving some in the sun to bake thus rendering them useless except for kids garden cooking. Hoping for enough yearn to cover Sarah's head but I confess to thinking there is going to be another color added before completion! Hoping I am wrong!!

Grace said...

"Freudenschade" sounds both appropriate and grammatically correct to me ...

AG Ambroult said...

cute fairy house! No chocolate chips = tragedy in the truest sense. I am currently knitting a sweater that was originally intended for me, but will now go to my 6-year-old daughter. I dunno...the gauge was right...I am stumped.