Month: August 2008
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A woman of many hats?
As Herman Melville once so brilliantly noted, “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand…
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I wanted something whimsy…
And whimsy’s what I got. Yesterday evening, while engaging in a little film watching, I decided my eyes simply couldn’t take working with size one needles on some ribbed socks I recently cast on–and needed a switch. Not in the mood to work on my version of the Noro Garden Scarf, I decided to finally…
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Malabri-n-go Me This!
I finally got my hands on some delicious Malabrigo yarn! Drools! While these two kettle dyed and handspun in Uruguay skeins really made my credit card sweat, let me just say, it.was.worth.it. Malabrigo yarn is smooth and soft as butter; a pure Merino worsted weight yarn well worth the $12 a hank; and might I…
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Of Graham Greene, Dentures, and Dejarnette?
Graham Greene once famously noted of himself and men, “I had very good dentures once…some magnificent gold work…It’s the only form of jewelry a man can wear that women fully appreciate.” If only this were true…of both men and women; then I should not find myself drooling over the hand-made necklaces from New Orleans artist…
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“Once you can accept the universe as being something expanding into an infinite nothing which is something, wearing stripes with plaid is easy.”
After finding some serious inspiration over at Loop Knits, I decided it was high time I cast on my own version of their Noro Garden Scarf, which is pretty similar, save for a few deets. Yesterday I took a trip by boat to PatternWorks knit shop in Center Harbor, N.H., and absolutely fell head over…
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“This isn’t a blasted literary epic. It’s the unvarnished story of a seaman’s life.”
In search of something classic and not terribly taxing a few nights ago, I decided to watch the most excellent film The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. Though the atmosphere of this film conjures up images of cozy winter afternoons with woolly blankets and hot beverages, it also works for cool August evenings. For the uninitiated,…
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“Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.”
It’s hard to believe the summer is almost through; though late August is one of the best times for b.l.t.’s and fresh picked local strawberries. Today, with fall like conditions, I bundled up in a bulky sweater and took to a applewood smoked turkey bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich on homemade English muffin toast. And…
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Fly away, my sweet…
Yes, clearly I have a problem and need to be flown right out to space…or hinterland…with my shotgun. Last night, while taking a break from the “serious” knitting (a winter cabled neck warmer like the one pictured here), I decided to crochet up a small amigurumi bird. What’s that you say? For those of you…
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Winter preparations begin…
This past Sunday afternoon, rather apropos of nothing, since it was 75 and sunny, my roommate said to me, “Does your iPod ever get so cold it doesn’t play?” Actually, no. I have a nano and it fits in my pocket, but the roommate has one of those fancy, 160GB ones. Evidently it gets cranky…
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Squids prefer blondes? I hope not…
Even though Gentleman Prefer Blondes, and Blondes prefer diamond tiaras, I, Jenna Ruth Wolf, “always say a kiss on the hand might feel very good, but a giant squid lasts forever.” And so true it is, which is why I’ve always been fascinated by the cephalopods–whether my intrigue be whetted by films documenting famous Japanese…
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If Macgyver made martinis…
This is how he’d do it. When my friend arrived home with two bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka, vermouth and olives, it was clear what needed to be done. (As this is not my Kraftworkin’ compatriot, but my roommate, we have simultaneous postings of these instructions, as they are important to share…
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When life gives you corgis…
I love all things that dangle–especially delicate earrings like the above pictured, which my mum’s corgi Sir Winston Churchill gifted me today via his owner as a thank you present for a day of puppy-sitting, but sitting we did not do. I have to say, I may babysit more often. There’s nothing better than an…
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