Tonight, while commuting on the Washington DC Metro, I saw about a group of college age boys/men get on the train. All were in costume. Costumes included:
- The Mad Hatter from the recent Johnny Depp movie
- Tom Cruise from the movie Top Gun (spent a while thinking he was one of the Ghostbusters — yes, the uniform is that close)
- Some guy wearing a blue leotard with white and black stripes (I have no idea)
- The Captain from Peter Pan
- The alligator with the clock around his neck from Peter Pan
They rode about 2 stops, and then got off, probably for a college party. A blessed relief to see them, after all the political pollsters and people who wanted me to sign petitions in the entryway. Have a great time tomorrow, and tell the kids to wear reflector tape or light colored coats over their fairy costumes. It’s dark out there. And there are people handing out political pamphlets outside almost every business, so watch out for them too.
Published October 26, 2014
Tags: adult socks, blue, dierdre wallace, flusi das sockenmonster, green, miami vice socks, orange, shy and retiring colors, socks, yarn
I have nicknamed this project “Miami vice socks” or “Tequila sunrise socks” because the yarn looks like an explosion of colors from Miami South Beach (the neon pinks, the greens and blues of the ocean, the yellows and oranges –> it’s either that, or it’s yarn inspired by Fiesta Ware). The pattern is simple: Adult Socks by Dierdre Wallace.
I will admit the yarn colors are complicated. They’re from Regia, and are meant to be for children’s knit socks or clothing. There are still a few places that seem to sell Flusi das Sockenmonster, but I think the color I’m using has been discontinued. Which is a pity because it’s a pretty nice yarn to knit with, with lots of fun color changes (thanks Regia). (I just made the mistake of looking at Webs’ online catalog. I’m kind of glad they’re not down the street from my house. I’d be broke, and we’d need better storage.)
Budapest, Hungary in the 1980s was an amazing mashup of historic buildings, hills in the distance, and armed Soviet guards in the subways. The subways had massively steep inclines, which were miserable in the snow of January. The electric trolleys were a different shape than they are in the States, with speedy reflexes on your part being your only hope of jumping safely on and off. No one seemed to speak English, and German was the only common language I had with the shopkeepers.
The city was beautiful, the people seemed friendly, and it’s just one of those places that is worth a revisit, even if it’s only in my daydreams.
- Fabulous monuments like the Fischerbastei. Here’s an aerial view (from the sky: look at the turrets hugging the cliff)
- Amazing churches that show the blend of historic influences on their walls, like Matthiaskirche
- A Dominican cloister preserved within the walls of the local Hilton hotel (we stared at the ancient well through the windows)
- Hotel Gellert (I really don’t know how the tour afforded to book us here, but we loved gawking at the spa and mineral baths,but weren’t brave enough to go in among all the businessmen in towels)
- The Central market, with its garlic vendors, rabbit hutches, and more fruit pyramids than I’d seen before
- And of course, the Hungarian National Gallery in the Royal Palace
So, if you could go back to someplace you visited in your youth — where and why? (Yes, this is the sort of stuff I think about while commuting. Much better than thinking bad words at people who don’t use turn signals.)
There’s something about an autumn night, after the rains have passed, that is delightful.
The wind swirls, fallen leaves scud across the sky, and I can feel my hair rise as the air pressure shifts. Autumn is definitely here, and we hope for brave fairies, ghosts, and possibly ninja turtles this year on Halloween. But the storm that passed –> good riddance. We had chorus practice in the dark due to rolling power failures, amazing lightning, power is still out in part of the house, and we had to calm a frazzled himmie. Yes. Her. Totally frantic.
The Eyes of Reproach
Before I forget it…
Maple walnut granola (based on a recipe from the Heart Association Cookbook)
6 cups slow cook oats (old fashioned)
1 cup wheatgerm
1 cup broken walnut pieces
3/4 cup mix of honey and maple syrup (I used about 1/8 cup of honey and the rest was syrup)
1/4 cup olive oil
cinnamon and cardamom to taste
Preheat oven to 225°F. Line a large pan with nonstick paper (I’ve been using a large lasagna/casserole pan). Important: make sure the pan has high enough sides that the oats won’t fall out while you are turning them. Add oats, wheatgerm, and walnut pieces. Mix honey, maple syrup, and oil together (recipe suggests heating if the honey won’t dissolve). Drizzle over the oat mixture, mixing thoroughly with a scraper or spatula. Shake a bit of cardamom or cinnamon over the oats. Once everything is mixed, put into oven. Check every 20 minutes, using the spatula or scraper to make sure the honey doesn’t stick and burn. Takes about 2 hours of baking time. Keeps in the refrigerator, although it’s gone so fast we don’t have any info beyond one week.
Published October 9, 2014
Tags: baltimore, book, book fair, books, city life, Heintz, inner harbor, Michalski, Six train to wisconsin, The tide king
A while back, I mentioned book festivals. (in this post here). We went to the one in Baltimore, and wandered around in mazes of tents around the Inner Harbor. We darted in and listened to people read from books, gawked at vendor’s wares, and looked for something not in the library yet. Continue reading ‘Book festival finds’
The Pink Suit by Nicole Mary Kelby brings us back to the days when people were talking about grassy knolls, conspiracies in Dallas, and the days that led up to the loss of the USA’s 35th president. The story is told from the perspective of an Irish seamstress living in a New York boutique, creating the knockoff dresses that allowed Jackie Kennedy to wear French style with an American label. Seamstress Kate and her sweetheart, Patrick, are wonderful, and the story talks about what happens when an immigrants desire to live in the American dream is stood on its head. This book was a real treasure to read, and overshadowed the other books I picked up at the library. The owners of the dress boutique are well-drawn, slightly comic characters. The immigrant neighborhood where Kate lives is lovingly described, as are her family. Kate is a made up character, but you feel like you’re with her, fussing about making hundreds of fabric feathers for one patron or figuring out how to get the president’s wife’s body double away from the paparazzi.
Things I learned (because I’m too young to have seen original footage, and our television was black-and-white anyway): the dress worn by Jackie was pink, not blue. There was quite a shifty world of knockoffs that were done in America with the permission of the French fashion houses, as well as sometimes outright stolen designs. Pictures of Jacqueline Kennedy through the years are available here, through a slideshow at the Cut.