In A Word

As the mother of a thirteen-year-old boy I would like to make the following known:

I'm sick to death of the following words;

random

ironic

and

snap.

The last one seems to be particularly popular. When I asked Ian, "Are you swearing?", he replied, "Tsk, no!", which was accompanied by eye-rolling.

Back in Elly's day it was 'awesome' and 'squee'.

I'm going back to my knitting...

Nothing As It Was

I had half-finished working on this post last week, but was side-tracked, and now the whole world seems to have changed. Springtime in Winnipeg always happens ridiculously fast...





When I took these photos last week, there was hardly a bud on the trees, and the grass was dismally brown, but it's since greened up considerably (haven't taken any photos yet!)



I did get around to doing a photo-shoot with another little green tree however...

a few weeks back I bought a Meyer Lemon tree at Shelmerdine's Nursery, it had the most unbelievable scent to the blossoms - if I were of a more sensitive nature I would have dropped to my knees and wept - instead, I grabbed the best one I could see and took it to the cashier.



The blossoms turned brown after a little while and fell off, but look!



I have three tiny, pea-sized lemons on the tree! This is very exciting, apparently you can even eat the skin of these little darlings! and, it's ever bearing to boot! There might possibly be lemons all year-round - I'm going to try much harder to not over-water this plant.

Last post, *good lord, it was Easter*, I told you I was making Barnacle Bill, well, he's all finished now. He was mind-bogglingly fiddly, there were a few moments when I questioned the meaning of life (well, more the meaning of my own life choices) during his creation...



a cotton bean-bag - that would be Barnacle Bill's posterior (yes, you can now google the phrase "Barnacle Bill's posterior" and you should be directed to my blog - also, if you've been paying attention, "you can even eat the skin of these little darlings!" should take you here too).



Look at all those little tiny pieces!



a head and torso...

and then...done.







Squawk!

Happy Easter!

and, Happy Non-Dairy Easter, too! (Elly's special holiday.)



Earlier this week I tried my hand (yet again) at baking bread.



It wasn't too bad this time - not fabulous, but at least edible. It's a Split Tin loaf, a traditional English bread, very white, too white for my tastes. I had made a loaf of bread shortly after the reno was finished, but it was entirely inedible, even the dog wouldn't touch it. I'm learning that there's a lot of kneading involved.



Can you see the stern face at the end of the loaf?

Hee, hee, hee.

I finished working on a hat I've designed...



...that's all I'm going to show for now. I think I may have to tweak the pattern a wee bit. Normally I despise orange (not as a colour, just next to my skin-tone), but mixed with silver, I'm starting to come 'round to it.

I was considering a cardigan or pullover for my next knitting project when I was suddenly overcome with the urge to knit an Alan Dart toy. So, Barnacle Bill it is!



I haven't found a good on-line photo to link to, suffice to say, he's a 16 inch tall pirate. I started him yesterday and I'm already almost half finished all the pieces. As always with Alan Dart patterns, it's the sewing and finishing rather than the knitting that is the time consuming part of the process, so we'll have to just wait and see how long this takes me.