Monday, November 26, 2012

Under Wraps

Here's a little project that I've been keeping under wraps for months - a baby blanket for a new niece. If you follow me on Instagram, you might have spotted it - until my sister-in-law joined Instagram herself, that is, and I had to delete all pics of the secret blanket.

Here's the finished not-quite-masterpiece:

I started the blanket back in August, and thought I would be able to finish it by late September, when the baby was due.

Always a helper.

Getting closer.
Haha, well that was a joke. I finished in October, well after baby A. was born. And then I had to wash all the cat hair off it, and by the time I got around to fixing all the little mistakes, it was so close to our planned trip to London to meet baby A. that I figured that I may as well just pack it and bring it, and present it to her myself, instead of just mailing it.

The helper gets naughty.
It is far from perfect, but it was made with love. And liberal amounts of frustration. I hope she enjoys it, even if it was a bit late!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Wherein I blame the hurricane

With about 6 weeks or so left in the year, it becomes apparent that I will not reach all of my 2012 goals. One goal, specifically, is reading the last of the Governor General award winners.

I started reading these in July 2010, and I had hoped to be done with them at the end of this year. But I won't, and I'm just going to go ahead and blame Hurricane Sandy.


I do most of my reading on the subway going to and from work. In fact, H. and I usually take the local (read: slow) train just so we can have some time to read. And also because we're lazy and want to sit. However, that train is still not back to normal, and isn't traveling into Manhattan from Brooklyn yet. So, we're forced to take the express train, and there are no seats, and it is packed like sardines, and no reading can be done.

all posts need photos.
I had seven more books to read before the end of the year. Today they announced the 2012 winners, so now I actually have 8 more to read. But I've been stuck on Hugh MacLennan's The Precipice for about a month now. Ugh! I'm so ashamed!

Adding to the shame, in the week I was home when my office was closed due to the blackout in Manhattan, when I couldn't even do work because our servers were all down, I did not read a single page. Looking back, I'm not even sure what I did that week. I stared into space, I think? I did some online shopping? Shame, shame, shame.

Poor tree, stupid hurricane

If I were to really push hard, it is possible that I could get through these last 8 books before December 31. I only have about 30 more pages in The Precipice, and I can probably finish it tonight if I stop watching Friday Night Lights. But next week H. and I head to London for 10 days to see the family, and I'm not going to read when there. I will be cooing over our new niece, doing some shopping, and eating Dairy Milks.

Anyway, I just thought it best to come clean to you, since I know you were counting on me to finish those damn books before the end of 2012. Oh well.

Izzy is mad!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Tchotcke'd is totally a verb now

H. has a system of dividing responsibilities, or maybe it's expertise, that he calls "baskets". So, for example, shopping is my basket, even if we're shopping for him. This means I have to make the plan and lead the way. Movies are his basket, which means, I don't know, that he controls the Netflix queue and puts all my movies at #436. It doesn't really make any sense to anyone but him, this basket system.

Furniture is my basket. I accept this because it means I make the furniture decisions that keep hideous things out of our lovely apartment. Records are his basket because I don't want anything to do with them. Anyway, where was I going with this?

Oh, back in July I mentioned that we were looking everywhere for a record cabinet for H's increasing collection of vinyl records. And then, finally, we found one! On eBay!

There's a part of me that always thinks "paint it!" when I see that faux bamboo, but this is actually quite a nice chunk of wood so we won't be painting it.

First things first, the Investigator had to take a good look at it.

Once it was approved by the dauphin, it was ready to be filled and tchotchke'd.


It meant a little rearranging, because we used to have a floor lamp and a magazine rack in that spot:

like so
But we've just moved those, like so.

ta da!
Anyway, H. thinks I'm "spoiled" because I got new furniture, and furniture is my basket. I think he's spoiled, because we wouldn't have needed it if it didn't have records. Obviously I'm right.

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