Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I have accepted that I can no longer fool myself into thinking I’m still 25. It just took me a good portion of my life to come to that realization. Tonight I got a call from an old friend in Minnesota to wish me an happy birthday, and neither of us could believe how time has flown.
Speaking of “flown”, time has really flown since my last post and it seemed like it was time…
I finished Saroyan (which I never posted about previously). Fun shawl and I love the way it just flew along, but then how can it not go fast when using worsted-weight yarn on US 10 needles? I used Madelinetosh Tosh Vintage, which was leftover from my stupid attempt to use it for Jacob’s Delight, but which turned-out to be too lightweight for the project. I have a lot of yarn to use from that mistake.
Pattern: Saroyan by Liz Abinante
Yarn: Madelinetosh Tosh Vintage (100% machine-washable merino) in Tern
Needles: US 10/6.0 mm
Modifications: I made an additional repeat of the pattern stitch on each end, adding an additional 6″ to the overall length while making it few inches wider at the same time.
Maybe it’s a sign of getting older, but I’m starting to do some stuff I would never have done in my youth. Like use the word “youth” in reference to my younger years… Then there was the day I recently drove past my childhood home, ogling it, and took-up the current owners’ on-the-spot offer for me to come in and see how they’d renovated it. It is fantastic what they did to that fabulous 1919 craftsmen style home. The first thing I said when I walked in the front door was, “Wow! You got rid of that awful ’70s shag rug my mom and step-dad put down in 1971!” And there was, “Oh! You took down those stupid white-washed floor-to-ceiling boards we’d put over the mantle to ‘modernize’ the living-room! Thank you!” You cannot imagine what my parents were thinking back then in 1971 when they destroyed some of the good bones of that house and “updated” it; I couldn’t. I was 11 and I kept asking them, “But why are you hiding the mantle? I like it. Why are you knocking-out that wall? But, why are you taking out the French doors?!”
These people, who bought the house from my mother years later, thankfully restored most everything we’d done and took it to the glory of its era. The only thing we did right, was the exterior paint scheme (New England barn red with deep forest green trim), which my mom chose, and which remains on the house today.
I thanked them for the tour and for not tearing down the house and for not changing the original structure in any way that would detract from it’s design. It is beautiful. You should have been there.
On a foodie note, I went into Bellevue Uwajimaya shopping for the ingredients for my family’s Sunday night favorite, Hot-pot with Chinese Barbeque Sauce and was shocked to find someone actually making fresh takoyaki. I decided that such a rare find around here was worth going-off my gluten-free diet, so I took my order home and didn’t share it with anyone. Not a soul. It was delicious.
Before I left with my takoyaki order, I grilled the guy making it, who told me he is going to different locations in the area to introduce people to takoyaki and, hopefully, open a takoyaki place someday. I made my argument for takoyaki in Seattle, telling him that with the popularity of sushi in the Seattle area, people are ready for takoyaki and okonomiyaki and that the time had come to make them available. If you are interested in finding out about where Shin and his team will making takoyaki next, please visit Tako Kyuuban for more information.