As the phoenix is re-born from its ashes, this vest was re-knit with yarn re-used after re-winding, nothing major, the key of Dm.
I remember being in a busload of people screaming “second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.”
Here we have a second vest, a little bit wider and a little less messed.
Today I attended a workshop and learned a new technique.
The table was prepared.
This is the press.
Put down a protective piece of paper which can be marked to aid with placement, then the inked plate, then the damp watercolour paper,
then roll it.
We used these tools to gouge lines on a copper plate.
The next step was to spread ink and then lift off the excess.
This is my work for the day. 1 – A preliminary sketch. A very good idea as otherwise I would not have been able to fit my subject in the space allotted. The copper plate was 10cm square. 2 – The etched plate. 3 – A test print on medium weight paper. 4 – First print on watercolour paper with black ink. 5 – Print with sepia ink. 6 – Print with black ink mostly wiped off, followed by sepia ink. 7 – Black ink followed by light washes of watercolour. 8 – Sepia with attempted textures.
I was thinking tagliatelli but some of these are bordering on lasagne.
My grandma told me “use one egg per person, add as much flour as it will take, roll out as thin as you can.”
Sprinkle with flour and gently separate them from the work surface. This plastic tool comes in handy. Toss them around a bit to be sure they are well separated, play with them, enjoy them. Cook as usual, they will get done faster than dried pasta.
Not sold in any package. My husband made the sauce.
And so together, between us both, we licked the platter clean.
Riddle: What do homemade pasta and snowflakes have in common?
…”Even those who understand that evil will not be conquered by opposing one opinion to another, one belief to another, one religion to another, one side of politics to another, etc., but love of all by all must be established, are afraid as soon as they are asked to become other than everyone else and to resolutely become men and women of Good, men and women seeking Life so as to escape from this life of cowards or addled-brains.”…
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Sometimes my grandfather would call me Penelope. I don’t know why, maybe he just liked that word. This week I did a Penelope thing.
I knitted a round yoked vest, my first round yoked garment. All the while, I was worried it might be too small, but I decided if it was, I would steek it, add bands and then I could use the nifty clasps I bought a while back in Estonia.
For some reason, I was using double pointed needles instead of circulars. The reason had to do with converting American to metric sizes. After my husband used a clever electronic device to measure my 6’s and 7’s, I found out that size 7 is 4.55mm, definitely close enough to 4.5mm. The dp’s meant I had ladders, as hard as I tried, I could not seem to eliminate them. There was a vague hope they would disappear with time. Very vague. When I tried on the finished garment, it was indeed too small which accentuated the ladders. I realized I would not be able to bear wearing the ladders, so I am ripping it all out and will try again, creating a bigger size, since I had already knit the biggest on the pattern.
Penelope sacrificed her work and time for the sake of a higher ideal. Perfection in knitting is not that elevated of a goal, but I was not happy with a flawed garment.
This no longer exists.
Some people split hairs, I thought, as I chopped each physalis into 8 pieces.
Physalis or groundcherries or Cape something I forget
Red bell pepper (not hot)
Shallot finely chopped into lime juice
A sprinkle of Berber spice blend (it is quite hot)
Mix well and wait a little while. Then enjoy as a relish.