Still knitting for me...

People who know me well like to ask, "So have you already knit a ton of stuff for the baby?" No, I'm still knitting for me thankyouverymuch.

Sunny December

We've had some really nice days this month. Yesterday was one of them. Never mind about the rain today.

Who'da thought?

When every last pair of regular jeans stopped cooperating around my midriff I moved to stretchy topped maternity pants; it has been about a week now. When, a couple of days ago, a goddess mascaraing as a yarn peddler came into my work and asked me if I'd ever heard of this genius idea...



...and voila my jean collection has magically gone from two back up to ... well a lot more than two. I don't know how may jeans I own. You can see from the tight stretch of the hairband I don't have too much longer to play with this, but hey, fun while it lasts.

Henry is ready for Xmas

But then again he doesn't really do presents, so don't feel bad if you're not ready yet.

Woodstove

Recently Pop has been working like crazy on our wee extension. For a while it looked like this...


Though, in my usual fashion this isn't a really good 'before' picture. More of a midway picture. Before there was nothing there... no little room, just a wall and French doors to nowhere. Then there was a frame, and a porch and little by little did we come along.

Then last week our neighbor, Dave, helped move Scott and Fran's old woodstove into our place.


Then with the stovepipe and chimney all ready, Pop let Linton and me do the ceremonial lighting. What a sweetheart!


The fire has been blazing for a couple of nights and even Henry approves, imagine that!

The Henry reward

Where our reward is always a restaurant, Henry's is a long off leash walk.

Out at Tweets

Yesterday Linton and I tackled one of the old piles of construction left overs next to our house. I didn't take any pictures, but you can imagine - hauling off junk is very satisfying. Afterward we congratulated ourselves by eating at Tweets in Edison. I'd checked out this little restaurant before, but never eaten. You see, it's counter service and the meals are in the 12-16 dollar range. Those two things seem mutually exclusive to me. Sixteen bucks for a meal, yes, but you get your order taken. Counter service sure, but that's an 8 dollar sandwich. Anyway I had a serious hanker to try it out yesterday. Here is what we found...





My polenta, poblano pepper, cheese and red sauce was so, so good. Really toe curling. The atmosphere was sweet and warm. In other words I think I'm over my aversion to a pricey counter service meal. I'd go back. Linton? Hmmm, I wonder.

Christmas tree

It has been a couple of years since we've done a tree, having opted for garland instead. But this year we had to go whole hog. A wee bit nesty? Maybe.


Even Henry got into the spirit of it (read crammed into the back seat with the tree).

Lemony lovelies

From this month's Bon Appetit magazine. Yum, yum.

Happy birthday, Pop!

Candles and everything. Nicely done, Nell Thorn.



(my amazing beets)

Happy birthday, Pop!