The one where the Scarf in

a Scarf is ready for her close-up, Mr. DeMille.  This pic shows just one of the several ways this scarf can be worn, today, this one’s my favorite.  I have a feeling that this scarf is going to be getting a lot wear time.  I’ll try to remember to get pics posted of all the different ways this scarf can be worn, if I can figure them out.  Maybe I need to drop in at Yarn Mart for some suggestions – ooh, is that a new colorway over there and, look, there’s something sparkly over there.  Yeah, I think a trip to YM is in order.  These pics are not so great, my usual spot was out of commission and I had to wing it in my office.

The two scarves apart –

and together –

Simple garter stitch scarf with buttonholes every 18 rows or so.  Looks a lot more complicated than it really is.   I love that!

BTW, my prediction about the cinnamon rolls was right on.  When I got home from work this evening, Mr. Iknit was chowing down on the last one.  I’ll be baking these again, I have a feeling.

Knowledge is the only instrument of production that is not subject to diminishing returns.  John Maurice Clarke



The one where she figures out

that she really doesn’t like using the dough hook on her Kitchenaid and doesn’t plan to ever use it again.  Here’s why:

I rely on how the dough I’m kneading feels to know when it’s ready to rest and rise.  Since using the dough hook instead of by hand took the “feel” away, the dough was way overkneaded and so the texture of the cinnamon rolls left something to be desired.  Fortunately, they’re delicious and since the family has never let a little think like texture stand in the way of enjoyment, they’ll probably be gone by tomorrow morning at the latest.  They’re also quite ugly, no food stylist here, but again, they’re tasty.  See what I mean?

I made lentil soup today.  I’d never had lentils, had just about every type of bean besides those, being from the south, but they were good.  It was a vegetarian recipe, which was a departure for me, but turned out well.  A keeper I’m pretty sure.

When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.  George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950