Every now and again -- if by "now and again" you read "every few minutes" -- I ask myself "why am I not in Italy right now?" All of my answers, while sensible, are highly unsatisfying. I mean, seriously? Why am I not in Italy right now?
For when those moments surface, I've made wee little neck warmer from yarn purchased at Chianti Cashmere in Tuscany.
Before I get to the pictures of the finished item, a brief flurry of photos from the trip:
The Teen, with two goats.
The Boy, feeding Jellybean.
Jellybean and my legs. I was in her way and she's very shy.
Nora Kravis, whose goats they are.
For the scarf, I used the Madison scarf pattern, needles of some size I can no longer remember, and about two weeks:
The beads are from a long ago trip to Prague:
The color is more true in the top picture. Cameras are weird.
So that's what's making me happy this week, even though I am most decidedly not in Italy right now.
Normally, on Fridays, I run a quote that I've found interesting during the week. Not today. Instead, here's a profile (or two, depending on how you count) I wrote for the new (new!) Mason Dixon Knitting. And as an aside, transcribing my interview with Mortola was a joy. Her accent is pleasing to the ear.
My latest Dry Martini column is live. I have thoughts.
In case you need something to listen to during your long run, commute, parent-teacher conference, shiatsu massage, I talked about the NYC marathon with Sarah Bowen Shea and Christine Hinton for this week's Another Mother Runner podcast.
“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”
-- From this short essay by "Leslie Knope" of Pawnee, Indiana.
Also: a brief book review by yrs trly of Today Will Be Different, which you really should read. The book. You should read the book, not necessarily the review. I mean, the review's okay but really the book is much, much better.
I likely don't need to say this but, if you are a U.S. citizen, go vote. Seriously.
I just got back from doing so. Fortunately, once I got out of my house, there were no stairs between my polling place and me. Because, you know, I just ran the New York City Marathon. Like one does. NBD.*
There will be more on the marathon later -- I'm a little tired, y'all -- but, for now, the one picture I took while on the course, somewhere in Brooklyn. Because you should always stop to take a selfie with a person in a banana costume.
* Totally a BD.
"Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch."
-- Benjamin Franklin