I feel like I’m so inconsistent and blurry these days, I blinked and October was over, only aware of time passing in the way you can see how the light has suddenly changed on the same routine drive home, or how its glow fills a room differently, and now even more so, because in the middle of the night we gained an hour. Time for the rotty pumpkins to be tossed into the compost, time for the orange plant to come in for another long winter (I’m amazed it has survived this long, it keeps getting bigger and I keep repotting it and I still feel guilty for always wishing it dead.)
In silhouette for HULK scale.
I made myself some Black Licorice Cat stitch markers, for kiki, for licorice and for year round spooks who love a little subtle sparkle. I made extra and listed them in the shop if you love that sort of thing too.
I’ve always made pancakes from scratch, mostly because that’s how my mom showed me and that’s how I taught Lex. But I’ve noticed something happening over the years, we were having less and less pancake meals, and I was really missing them. It seemed such a hassle to drag out all the ingredients, mix & measure, and stand at the stove flipping cakes for years, then the other day while at Costco I saw a 10lb bag of pancake mix, I bought it ..I’m not saying I’ll never make pancakes from scratch again (because oatmeal pancakes with butter, peanut butter and syrup are the stuff) but I love that I can mix & griddle up a single cake in about minute on a lazy afternoon! Not sure why I never thought to buy a ready made mix before or why this revelation/experiment started with an unmanageable industrial food service sized 10lb bag, but here we are and it’s kind life changing.
Also a little restock of the yarn sniffer badges, because I’m keeping my face buried in all the yarn. It’s been a pickling and fermented foods/drinks kind of month here and literally everything else smells like some combination of hops, vinegar, dill and garlic. Sorry if you bump into me, because I’m 86% brine at the moment (Jason’s at least 47% beer, but will say he’s only about 13% haha). Also, also you know how everyone’s house has a smell, along with their belongs (like my mom or sister will give me something and eyes closed I can tell which is which just by smell ..not bad smells, just their smells) and I have always wondered what is our smell, I’m not entirely sold on being the fricken pancake pickle beer house!?! …I mean maybe that’s no so bad?