At work, I am currently doing what is known in the trade as “fluffing.” That is, while we are selling stuff so fast that we cannot restock at a comparable rate, I am rearranging things to look as though we have plenty. I spread things out, I arrange them asymmetrically, I angle them on the shelf. It looks better, from a purely aesthetic standpoint, and suggests that we are fully stocked even when we aren’t.
At home, I am having a little difficulty getting into my new, school year schedule. I know I am supposed to be making waffles and cleaning the baseboards, but somehow I find myself sitting here reading knitting blogs. And my daughter’s college webring blogs as they all get ready to return to school. And — it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t be doing it.
Speaking of waffles, do you know the secret to consistently light, crisp waffles? Here it is: separate your eggs. Instead of just adding the eggs to the batter, separate them and add only the yolks. Beat the whites stiff, and whisk them into the batter. You will notice a huge improvement.
I knew you would want to know that.
On the knitting front (and I am at least knitting while I read all the stuff I shouldn’t be spending time reading), I am still working away on both my epic (lace shawl in the Lotus stitch) and my zombie (Brooklyn from Denim People) projects.
I notice that other knitting bloggers have adventures while knitting with denim yarns. Their hands turn blue! They develop tendonitis! It is all thrills and chills! I am using Den-M-Nit, in spite of the name’s parasitical connotations, and having no troubles or adventures of any kind. I haven’t finished, of course, or put the pieces together, or anything, so there may yet be excitement in my future, but so far it seems like a nice yarn, easy pattern, I’ll probably make another some day.
We are singing a Haydn Motet in church on Sunday. It went reasonably well in rehearsal last night. It is a bit of a departure for this choir. “We don’t do much 17th century stuff,” someone laughed. “We should,” said I. And there was a certain amount of agreement.As for the John Rutter arrangement of “When the Saints Go Marching In,” Pokey, we will sing it on October 30th. Start making plans to come down for the weekend. I’ll make you Hallowe’en cookies and everything.
I don’t know what you zombie project is, but I like it already. I just finished reading a book called the ombie survival guide, detailing how to survive the zombie holocaust and be prepared for the next one. It was highly informative.
and if it makes you feel any better, I’m reading xangas instead of Othello
See, more good egg stuff. I’m beginning to think there is a lot more to the egg than meets the eye! 😀
Nothing worng with multi tasking… knitting while reading blogs sounds very productive! You can’t knit while cleaning baseboards! 😉
I’m knitting with a 100% cotton yarn at the moment, and it’s killing my hands, wrists and fingers! 🙁 it doesn’t help that the pattern has tons of picking up of stitches and cabling. *ouchie* yay for cotton blends like cotton ease and cotton fleece!
i’m reading knitting blogs when I’m really supposed to be filling online book orders…that makes me guilty…back to work i go!
Good to know about the waffle thingy. I didn’t know that. But generally speaking I think it’s safer when eggs do not meet the eye.
I think a really cool bit of excitment with the denim would be if the denim thing just came to life and began climbing on top of the furniture in protest of you blocking it with pokey little pins. It would snarl and growl at you in a denim-y kind of way. Filled with anger it will bite the hand that not only fed it but also knit it into existence!
Or I could be excessively excitable.
Easing on in to schedules sounds like a good way to go about it to me. It’s like that first spring dip into the cold water in a lake or by the beach – you move in up to your ankles, squeal a bit, run out. Walk back in up to your knee, squeal a little less shrilly, run back. Walk in up to your waist, grit your teeth, take a deep breath and dive into the cold waves – and then you’re there, right on schedule.
RYC: Not ignorance. I suspect the only countries that knew anything about them were NZ for the former, and NZ and South Africa for the latter. And most kiwis would prefer to forget about them both I think. It destroys the illusion of ‘Godzone’.