Cleo Might Not Be A Leo

Cleo might not be a Leo but she's 24 years old! I found out where she lives and her real name. Cleo. That's actually a perfect name for her, I wish I'd thought of it. I told Hezekiah she's just going to have to suck it up, once you hit 24 you get to go wherever you want.




Speaking of going wherever you want, that's Laci's Museum of Lace and Textiles in Berkeley. I love that place. Nooks, books, patterns, ribbon, thread, not to mention old wedding gowns, fabric.....it is amazing. It's not even all that big.





They've got the knight and his fair lady flanking the door as you walk in. (You might have to click on the picture to see the knight riding the horse clearly. His Lady is across from him and not in the picture. )



Score at Skein Lane. The sale's only been going on since July 27th and already the place looks terribly empty. But all Rowan 50% off? Yowza. I bought chunky yarn destined to be mittens, and in the bowl, yarn for an oversized pullover out of the Knitter's Magazine issue #72. The single colored yarn is a light gray. Like the sky outside this morning. Fog! Yay, fog.




We're all agreed. It's A finished object, an FO (initials) and a foe. Once upon a time I knew the rules behind that. I'm reading, Language Visible by David Sacks that tells the history behind our alphabet. It was a column, so each letter gets its own chapter. It's pretty amazing, partly because I'd never gave it much thought. The Greeks picked it up from the Phoenicians, or was that the Etruscans? Either way, not a similar language at all, and yet the alphabet was able to adapt.

Oh! I got the idea for the Panzanella Salad from a pic and a description from Aurora, so she should have the actual recipe. I'd never heard of it either. It's so good though.

Y'know, it's much too early for my coffee to be playing horrible tricks on me. First, I overfill the coffee grounds so the water overflows and spills coffee all over the coffee maker and the counter. Then the lid isn't snapped on the coffee pot securely so it throws itself into the sink, spilling coffee all over the counter and my hand. And then it's not even that hot, which is good news for my hand, but lukewarm coffee? Bah.

Need more coffee to cope with this.


Happy Birthday JustJoan,
Tabitha and Mary Jo!

Edited to add: The Princess of Quite a Lot is two today! (Jennifer of Craftylily's daughter).


Think it's too early to call Mary Jo and sing Happy Birthday to her? After *cough*choke*sputter* years (since Kindergarden)..........she'll probably let the answering machine take the call.