If you’re not a knitter, you need to know this: Several knitters out there kick off new knitting projects during the opening ceremonies of the Olympics, with the goal of finishing those projects before or during the closing ceremonies. Some knitters take this quite seriously—joining knitting teams and signing on for certain “events” depending on the type of project they’re attempting to complete.
I didn’t join a team this year, because with freelance work and kids home from school and parent/teacher conferences and I’m full of ridiculous excuses, I didn’t think I would be successful.
Do you remember when I did that meme/hat giveaway thing at the end of January? Well. Mommy Mae won the hat, and after a few e-mails back and forth, we decided that she would look quite fetching in a Gretel. Because it just sort of worked out that way, I started the hat during the opening ceremony of the Olympics, and I actually finished it yesterday afternoon.
Please know that I’m not presenting a black and white photo in an attempt to be artsy. I’m presenting it because Mommy Mae has no idea what color the hat truly is, and I want to keep it a surprise. So, here I sit empty-handed, but deserving some sort of Olympic medal, I suppose. What a difficult life it can be for a knitter with no team!
On Thursday evening, my book club met to discuss “My Life in France” by Julia Child. At the meeting, we each brought a dish prepared using one of Ms. Child’s recipes. I chose the Clafouti. (The recipe is here, and is really super easy and Good.)
The host of the meeting prepared Boeuf Bourguignon, and side dishes included fresh green beans with a Swiss cheese sauce, tomatoes stuffed with garlic and Saint-André cheese, and roasted potatoes. Perfection. (Also? I was thrilled to hear that I’m not the only person in the world that craved more Julia and Much LESS Julie in her Julie and Julia. I could have done without Julie altogether, actually.)
For those who asked, the adult makeup I purchased is Lorac, which I just learned is pronounced LeROCK and not LORack. Specifically, I got the oil-free makeup (currently marked down from $30 to $7.50), the oil-free wet/dry powder makeup, and a set of really crazy glittered lip glosses that were marked down from something like $38 to something like $7 and are no longer on the website, meaning I’m definitely not the ONLY person in the world walking around with a bedazzled mouth, and you would be surprised how much my mind is eased knowing that There Are Others.
I’ve been commissioned to knit a sweater for a dog. And after finding this pattern, I really couldn’t be more excited.
14 thoughts on “There goes February!”
I want a Gretel! I’m struggling with hairpin lace for an afghan. (And I tat – I should be able to do this!)
I didn’t just sign up to knit an Olympic knitting project, I agreed to co-captain the team for my LYS … and then spent most of this week trying to figure out how I’d tell everyone I’d fallen short.
Then I realized that closing ceremonies are TOMORROW night, and can hardly believe I’m actually typing this, but now think I just might make it.
(Gretel is fabulous. I love that pattern.)
Gretel looks gorgeous, so by the way does your cherry clafouti.
Good for you! You know we all think you are awesome – you should, too!
Congrats on Olympic gold (even if it was accidental). I hate cherries, but that clafouti looks unbelievable. I love that it has a different number of servings for breakfast…
nice hat! i love the anthracite colour the way it is now.
I didn’t realize that clafouti was that easy. I might have to make that. Mmmm.
Clafouti (of different stripes) has long been my go to easy dessert recipe. Apple with currants and rum is awesome – another Julia recipe: http://www.magpiemusing.com/2007/01/apple-clafouti.html
Are you sure it’s LeROCK? It’s Carol backwards (and isn’t she the one who’s married to Anthony Edwards?). I thought it was LoRACK.
OMG it is totally LA ROCK. That is so lame, Carol. And, I have been pronouncing it wrong for 20 years. Good times.
OK, I clearly need more sleep. The STILA founder is the one married to Tony Edwards. I’m sorry for the hijack.
I’m of the opinion that “clafouti” sounds like something only your lady doctor should see, but yours is VERY pretty.
And I LOVED LOVED LOVED My Life in France. Times a million. I never read the Julie & Julia stuff, not the blog nor the book, and have not seen the movie, because My Life in France is perfection and so are the cookbooks so why mess with that?
(Also perfection? That hat. Yowza!)
It doesn’t matter how it’s pronounced, it’s just “Carol” backward.
i love my gretel! it’s so… black(ish)!
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