SSE, or maybe ESE

I could neither remember nor find a quote I liked for this post. Ohwell. Tomorrow night.

SSE = Serious Stash Enhancement (phrase coined by Penny)

I’m writing this quickly in the time I have before dinner (the minestrone is simmering and K is blanching halibut). I promised pix of everything I bought yesterday (I refuse to look at the receipts), so here one is:


Left to right: Chasing Rainbows cashmere/ merino and cashmere/ silk in matching colourways (gonna be plied together), 3000 yards of ultrafine merino/ tencel lace yarn (120 grams), 100 grams (1500 + yards) cashmere/ silk lace yarn, Lorna’s Laces Helen, then below them are 3 pairs of Lorna’s Laces sock yarns (25% off! at one booth) that I have promised for myself.

So, there we have it. Luxury at it’s best.

Not much to report today, other than the fact that K and little D have a frightening love of Karaoke (A and I escaped to buy snaps for my Hogwarts Houses swap package). I still haven’t had a chance to teach A to knit, and baby T is still a bit fussy. Eerrr… I’ve forgtotten everything I meant to post, and baby T is crying. GTG.

I need to take more photos of the family later.

quick update and a piccie

Well, today was interesting (and exhausting) day. Today (in chronological order):

  • little D returned from his grandparents and turned the house inside out for a short period of time
  • baby T was a bit fussy (but adorable as always)
  • A, baby T, and I set out for Stitches (see photo below for pic of baby T in the minty raglan and bootees getting into her car seat…)
  • I spent WAY too much money. Pictures tomorrow (err, later today), I promise.
  • We lost the car keys and had to call for help (literally), only to have them resurface at the Lost and Found desk.
  • Grocery shopping (I promised minestrone soup for tomorrow night) and a very late dinner… slight ‘oops’ to be reported on the pasta front.
  • And, finally, Babel, one of the more depressing movies I’ve seen in a while. It was good, don’t get me wrong, but it definitely wasn’t a pick-me-up type of movie.

Oh, dear, baby T is crying again.