Kung Fu Knitting
Seeing as I'm not so good with the segue (why does this word have to be spelled all fancy pantsy?), and I can't seem to post once without posting twice, I have to mention the get-together that we had on Friday night.
It was a nice, intimate group (6 of us), which means that I made enough for probably a solid 25. There's something about me, I don't know what it is, but I have this primal fear of running out of food when I entertain. Not to be a horn tooter (ok, maybe a little, which is going to seem really ridiculous when you see the picture), but I'm most happy with these.
I made sushi cupcakes. Here is a closeup of one. While I would have changed the recipe a bit (more coconut and less sour cream for the icing- there isn't a ton of use for sugary coconut goo in my house, and there were at least 2 cups left after all was said and done), I'm happy with how they came out, and were infinitely easier than the Teletubby cupcakes I made for Junior Pink's first birthday (you try rolling 65 gumdrops flat with only a Cholula bottle to help).
I had a great time meeting some new people to the group- Tami, who cast off for her very first FO while she was here, and Michaele, who brings a new aspect to zen knitting- first, giving away a pair of Addis for the best haiku, plus she's knitting her sister's baby 32 (no typos here) items. I don't think I have knit 32 things total. Of course, Lesley, Stacey and Wanda were there as well, and everyone pitched in on helping me pick out colors for the afghan I hope to start as soon as the yarn arrives.
Isn't it amazing what the universe will bring to you? It seems I rarely get what I expect, and while that is sometimes nervewracking to me, it brings mostly pleasant surprises. Like my secret pal, whose blog I had never seen before, but she does link to several of my friends, which makes me happy. I already have a list of things I'd like to send to her, so I can't wait to get started.
And in small unpleasantness, the newest Google searches to hit my site (and I thought they were going to involve the c or f words)-
Incredibles Cameltoe (seriously, what is it about this movie that inspires such low mindedness?)
and the second one I don't even want to type because it's so gross, but let's just say that it involves yearning for a certain backside exit, in the color of my blog. As much disgust as I have for some of that stuff (to each his own, but come on....did'ja really think you were going to hit the jackpot here? For free?), it pleases me a little too, because I can just see some crazed-eyed perv, thinking he's going to find the photo of his wet dreams and instead comes across my knit blab.
Take that, patriarchy.






