I forget how quick the light changes as soon as it’s decidedly fall. I’m taking note of the dirty hues for future color palettes and appreciating the unkept beauty and melancholy of the last roses. Still feeling a little of that unsettled creativity, not knowing what will be the next shift, getting comfortable sitting in the uncomfortable. There’s a dark wash of color on my hook, and moments when we’re desperately trying to hang on to the light, capturing the late blooms in crochet and making jewels with the lavender from grandmas garden. It’s October, it’s familiar.
That time we moved the bed and that night neither of us could sleep because we had a new side, and after midnight we flipped and tried sleeping at the foot of the bed and it still didn’t feel right, and the only good things that came out of it were you found your chess set, and I found where I put all the kitchen cotton, and the next day I made your sleepy face some coffee and a bedroom colored dishcloth, and yes I love you, but no, I still don’t want to play chess.
(P.S been trying every excuse to work these lovely cafe hooks, going back to my very beginnings of utility crochet 💕)
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?