06 February 2009

A Little Nesting

Last weekend I got the urge to fondle my yarn. This isn't really that unusual. But what was unusual is that it was synchronized with a surge of hormones that led to this:

Yarn Organization

Yarn Organization

and this, a completely photographed online yarn stash catalog:



The project all together took me a couple hours. If only I could always spend my free time so industriously!

I do have a sneaky inkling that 'free time' is about to become something of the past. So in a fit of panic I signed up to do "Let's Dish"--a storefront where you go whip together meals in a thousand ziploc baggies and stuff your freezer when you get home. I made 12 meals (the maximum they allow) and at 6 servings per meal, I am hoping that will keep us pretty much fed through maternity leave. (And to the woman who was next to me, I am so sorry that your husband won't eat leftovers. My husband is not so picky and is usually just grateful I am not serving Golden Grahams while apologizing that we are out of milk ("They're just fine with water, really!"). I suggest a gradual lowering of standards.) I was exhausted after 2 hours of Let's Dishing, which I did after a particularly tough day. But I now have these meals tucked away for Impending Baby Chaos:
  • California Chicken
  • Chicken Marsala
  • Chicken Pad Thai
  • Crispy Chicken with Parmesan Potato Chips
  • Fish Tacos with Corn Salsa
  • Spiced Shrimp with Rice Pilaf
  • Greek Style Beef Wraps
  • Wine Country Meatloaf with Garlic Mashed Potatoes
  • Asian Lettuce Wraps with Ginger Sauce
  • Pork Chops with Three Cheese Potatoes
  • Tortellini with White Wine Primavera
  • and Italian Sausage Lasagna
Don't think this gets you out of bringing food if you come over to "help" with the baby ("help" ACTUALLY means "hold a sleeping baby while you go do laundry and try to pull yourself together, because, god, you look exhausted."--this I have learned and for this I expect compensation).

Here is Bella, cracking me up as always:

Me: *KISS*
Bella: I am holding up a sign.
Me: A sign?
Bella: It says "No Kissing."
Me: Oh. *SPLBBBPPS RASPBERRY SPLBPBPBPSBPBS*
Bella: New sign. It says "No Raspberries."
Me: Where did you get that sign?!
Bella: Target.

2 comments:

  1. If you don't mind sharing- where are your favorite spots to buy yarn?
    Margaret G.

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  2. A chance to gush about Yarn Shops? YAY!

    My favorite local yarn store:
    The Yarnery on Grand Avenue in St. Paul

    My favorite online yarn stores (I buy a lot of my yarn online):

    WEBS
    http://www.yarn.com/

    Yarn Country http://www.yarncountry.com/

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