I’m not sure what’s gotten into me, but all of a sudden I’ve had a hankering to learn to crochet.
Perhaps the inspiration came when I noticed a smartly-dressed woman on the subway carrying this crocheted soda tab purse…
Leda Purse by Escama Studio
Or, it’s because I’ve seen crocheted details trending in this year’s summer styles.
Zara Combination Crochet Blouse
Whatever the case, I got hooked.
I started by looking at “how-to” tutorials online. I had a very small gauge crochet hook in my craft box, and yarn that was too thick for the hook, so my first attempts didn’t turn out very well.
Fortunately, there’s a Michael’s Craft Store just around the corner from our apartment, so I stopped by to pick up this book…
And a size H hook to use with my yarn.
In short order I mastered the chain and single crochet stitch, and my miniature swatch looked like this…
Not useful for much, but perfect for my rubber dollhouse baby boy.
“From small beginnings come great things.”
…is really not something I’m very good at.
Currently, my To Do list looks like this:
- pay bills
- study Spanish
- read out loud in Portuguese
- learn to crochet
- learn web code
- paint my toenails
- practice the piano (I’m accompanying a student at his violin recital)
- create a new fashionista illustration
- clean the kitchen and bathroom
- take clothes to the dry cleaners
But somehow all I want to do is put my feet up and ask…
Is it cocktail hour yet?
In an earlier version of tonight’s post about my recent experience performing as part of Andrea Bocelli’ 2013 tour, I posted a quote by Edward R. Murrow. I was thinking that we as performers become part of a spectacle, working without a net as it were, much like circus performers. But after publishing the post, I realized that the quote could also be construed in a derogatory light, which was never my intention. I’ve since deleted that post, and replaced it with the current one entitled On Perseverance. Please accept my humble apology.
6:45 p.m. at the Times Union Center, Albany, NY…or, more famously, a stop on the 2013 Andrea Bocelli tour.
And a little less than 24 hours earlier, the same program on a different stage in a different city. (I’m the one with the short dark hair and the big viola playing my heart out right behind Mr. Bocelli.)
“Destiny has a lot to do with it, but so do you. You have to persevere, you have to insist.”
Although we try to evenly split the cooking duties in our house, it doesn’t always work out that way. So, when my husband cooks for me, I’m always delighted. My style is more splap-dash; he’s more by-the-book.
In this case, last night’s dinner was from this book…
And this was the recipe.
My husband is meticulous with his chopping…
(Paying attention to the culinary task at hand…not so much to his cooking attire.)
The recipe calls for cooking the chicken first, then stir-frying the veggies…
“Everyone into the pool!” says my husband as he adds the chicken.
A few minutes later, Voila; plated perfection!
(And the best part? Tasty leftovers which means we’re both off the hook from cooking tonight!)
Note: My mother made our black and gold dinnerware set. To see more of her handcrafted functional pottery, click here.
I had a happy childhood.
My sister and I played outside constantly, and when the weather wasn’t favorable, we moved our games inside. The fact that we grew up without a TV (my parents didn’t believe in TV) meant that we listened to a lot of records. (I guess that dates me. ) Among my favorites were Tales of the Arabian Nights, this recording of Stravinsky’s The Soldier’s Tale, and a collection of nursery rhymes read by various actors.
Today as I went about cleaning the apartment, the steady rain and grey light transported me back to my childhood. And from out of nowhere a gloomy, melodramatic voice entered into my head intoning…
Born on a Monday
Christened on Tuesday
Married on Wednesday
Took ill on Thursday
Grew worse on Friday
Died on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
That was the end
Of Solomon Grundy
To this day, I still wonder if Solomon only lived a week, or if the traumatic events of his life just happened to fall on consecutive days years apart.
It’s something to ponder…