I think it’s funny…

I only recently discovered the Yoplait Knitter Commercial because we have TiVo and I rarely see commercials anymore, but one day I spotted it as I zapped through a commercial break and had to I have a look. I have read that there are those out there who think it isn’t funny and that it suggests that we knitters are eccentric, etc. You know, you have to have a sense of humor about what you do, and I think the commercial is a hoot, maybe because it runs close to how I live. Without further adieu, I give you the Yoplait Knitter Commercial—



Lili’s Nantucket Jacket is nearing conclusion and I look forward to adding it to my wardrobe.  While green tweed is not a colorway I might have selected for the project if I’d bought the yarn today, being close at hand from my stash it was the ideal candidate, and the tweed is subtle enough that it’s barely noticeable.  It turns out that I love this yarn. Knitaly (Ravelry link) by Lane Borgosesia has a durable feel to it and a wonderful softness at the same time.  So why was it discontinued? Beats me.

Dinner last night was risotto with prosciutto and peas, which is always a big hit with my son, but not so hot with his visiting playmate.

I used the recipe, Simple Risotto with Prosciutto and Peas from Real Simple magazine, the September 2006 issue, in which there was section on 6 basic recipes with enough changes to get 30 different meals out of. This risotto recipe is fantastic and amazingly easy. It never comes out soupy, dry, or mushy, but al dente as it should be.

I have Melissa to thank.

Thank you, Melissa!

It went like this: last November I read the super eggplant post for Novemeber 17, in which Mariko (maybe I have Mariko to thank—it’s funny how things often lead back to Mariko—why is that?) referred to her friend Melissa as “baby adopter Melissa,” so I clicked on that link and that lead me to Melissa’s blog All Buttoned Up, specifically to the post “Five,” and I was really touched. Having adopted our son, I could relate. The next day the adoption agency we used called to tell us our son has a baby sister available for adoption, and suddenly someone else’s reality became our reality.  A couple of days ago we got the call telling us that we are accepted back into the program, and we’re off and running. We have spent much of the past 48 hours in absolute heaven with the realization that we will be bringing brother and sister together. We’ve emailed an announcement with photos to probably everyone in our address book. Our son is thrilled.  People are tickled pink.  Literally. Neighbors are planning a baby shower. And for good reason: we’d given away all of our baby stuff as our son grew thinking that we would have the one child.  All the onsies, the babystroller, the bouncer (cutest hand-me-down-ever that it was), the playpen, the crib (well, we borrowed that anyway), and we dumped the carseat. Gone. Luckily I still have our Ergo. That cute little shirt I spotted in the girl’s department at Target last week better still be on the rack, because I’m buying it. And I’m facing that question again, “Cloth or disposable?” What seemed unlikely is real.  Next, we have more paperwork to complete, and then we wait for a few months for that phone call giving us short notice for one of us to fly to Korea.  Probably me.  The waiting is the hard part.  No wonder why I can’t sleep tonight [it was about 2 a.m. when I wrote this]. Stay tuned. In the meantime, there’s always knitting.

Color me green.

Nantucket Jacket is progressing nicely now that I’ve determined where to put additional stitches in the pattern so that I end up with a size between the finished sized of 36″ and the 41″.  Unblocked, you can’t really tell I’ve added 8 sts into the bust shaping on the back, so as I start the left and right fronts simultaneously, I’m hopeful it will turn out decently.  Besides, I really like this yarn (Lane Borgosesia Knitaly wool from my stash), and it’s too bad I never really appreciated it before, because it’s discontinued.

I’ve dubbed the project “Lili’s Nantucket” after yours truly.  Lili (pronounced lee-lee) was one of the terms of endearment my mother called me by back when I was quite small, when we lived on Nantucket Island. I would love to go back to Nantucket someday, but on the other hand, maybe not. When I lived there, it probably had a winter population of about 200 people, and it was a sleepy little place where life was quite simple, and if anyone told you that someday there’d be houses priced well into seven figures located there, you’d probably laugh. So, instead, I’ll knit a sweater and remember Lili’s Nantucket.