I guess I should subtitle the blog “And don’t forget the knitting!”

Cause yeah. . . this post is going to be about a bunch of the next knitting projects I have in the planning stages. Already. My “To Do” list is kinda scary. I plan years in advance on some things. . .

For Christmas I got Hansi Singh’s Amigurumi Knits which I’ve been lusting after since I heard about it. And with a bunch of people on my present-giving list, I like expanding my pool of potential gifts to make. And who wouldn’t like an octopus, or jackalope, or hermit crab for Christmas? Am I right??

You know I'm totally making that angler fish

And I know how obsessed with me you are, Dear Internet, so I know you’re also following my links (hint: they’re on the right side of the website, underneath the “About Me” page. You’ve found it now? Awesome!! Now go! Internet away!! After reading my deathless prose, of course. Wouldn’t want you to get distracted and forget all about little ol’ me, now would we?). Well, one of my more favourite intertubes discoveries is Mochi Mochi Land – Anna Hrachovec (dear lord I hope I spelled that right. . .) has an amazingly offbeat design sensibility that instantly endeared her to me (as did her free patterns. . .), and the pdf patterns she sells through her website are very well priced. And awesome. She writes patterns very well, so they’re easy to follow (as well as to adapt to your own knitting style, as I’m wont to do). Her first book came out last year, and somehow I only got it a month ago. For shame! Some fan girl I am. But, thanks again to the intertubes, I set that to rights and Knitting Mochimochi arrived at my doorstep to my great delight.

Don't we all need cute moster slippers that are eating our feet??

This is not a book for someone who doesn’t like weird shit. Though, why would you be reading my blog if you’re not into the weird? Anyway, a confused moose, mod muff (for your hands when it’s cold, if you don’t know old-timey lingo), pigs in wigs, and a scooter-squirrel = awesome!! And I have even more possibilities for upcoming x-mas and birthday presents! It’s win-win-win! Also awesome are the instructions and suggestions for how you can design your own knitted monstrosities, which I’ll totally be playing with once I start really feeling fall set in and the knitting bug comes back in full-force.

Aaaaaaannnnnddddd. . . I hope you’ve been following Mochimochi, but if not – there is even more awesome! Ever since Kitting Mochimochi, Anna’s been doing this tiny knits challenge and making the most adorablest awesome little thingies evar. And made a book of them!!!!!! Which I ordered as soon was humanly possible. Guess the heights of my joy when I came home to an unlovely large packing envelope!!!

SQUEEEEE(to the power of infinity)!!!!!

YES!!!!! As soon as I get a new job, I am totally buying out the nearest knitting store’s supply of fingering weight yarn to make as many as these as I can before I succumb to extreme cute. Going through the book, I’ve already decided what my first project out of it will be. Which I’m going to tell you about, Dear Internet, cause that’s what I do 😉 You can get your very own copy of Teeny-Tiny Mochimochi at Mochimochiland’s web store or amazon (if you get it from her store, she signs it for you!!). And you should do so, right now.

You done? Ok, moving on. . .

The project I want to start with will highlight my amazing nerdity. One of the patterns in the book is to make a teeny Earth, Neptune, and Moon. So naturally I think, “Hey, all the planets are kinda planety shaped – Infinite adaptability!!” Which naturally led me to the decision to make a weeny solar system mobile! I don’t know if you know The Magic School Bus, the one about the solar system was definitely my favourite. Cause I’m Nerd-squared, apparently.

I’m certainly going to have fun with this one – choosing yarn colours, researching the relative sizes of the planets so I can approximate that in the mobile (did I mention I was a nerd at all?), figuring out the mobile apparatus (again, nerd). This is gonna be sweet! And maybe I’ll be able to part with it. But maybe not. I’d have to really like whoever would be receiving it. . . As in Let-me-have-your-babies-like. . . So pretty much just Nathan Fillion or Benedict Cumberbatch. D’you think they’d be interested?

Any awesome projects on the go, Dear Internet?


Update! Half an hour with the aforementioned books and look what I’ve done!


Yup. I used up an entire post-it pad marking up the projects I intend to eventually work on. And I have a bunch of x-mas present, stocking stuffer, and other present ideas! As I said before, I am a total nerd.


Healey Willan’s Missa Brevis nos. 2 & 13

Our fearless leader gave us our first order of service of the new season (eeeeeeeee!!), which starts September 14th. So that’s coming up pretty soon. It’s mostly music we’ve done before, but we’re adding a couple of new pieces from Willan’s oeuvre – the Kyrie from his Missa Brevis no.2 and the Agnus Dei from no.13. And I’ve been really enjoying learning some new music, especially music as gorgeous as this.

I cannot wait to start singing with the group again!! It’s going to be a bit different now that we have a new soprano, but it’s going to have a lot of challenges in store – especially since the three weeks after our first service, both our fearless leader and out baritone are going to be off singing at a synagogue for the high holy days. Leaving me to both figure out what we’re going to be singing and conduct the whole service by myself, three weeks in a row.

No, why do you ask? I’m not at all nervous about that. . . (hsssst!! I’m totally freaking out! Don’t tell anybody, Dear Internet!)


Though I’m also really excited to look at a bit of new three-part music, and to figure out how we’ll do things in three that we normally do in four. I have conducted a service before – this past Maundy Thursday I was the conductor, which was a bit hair-raising (and I also did the week after Easter too – the fearless leader needed a break). I know it’ll go ok, it’s just a little nervous-making.

But to quickly turn to something completely different – I’m doing a mini exercise challenge this week! I’m going to try to go to the gym every day after work. I’m going to spin class tonight, and I’ll swim tomorrow. I haven’t decided exactly what I’m doing the rest of the week, but I’ll probably go swimming twice more and either to another spin class, or a body combat class (which is super-hardcore).

The challenge isn’t starting off in the best way imaginable though. Today my body decided to have the worst PMS. Ever. And I’m hoping that a little nap will help before I go to the gym. I felt so sick that I had to leave work a bit earlier than I’d planned. Luckily it’ll be easy to spread the time I missed over the rest of the week. At the very least, my headache is finally receding.

Though I feel a bit bad for fixating on how terrible I’m feeling – Jack Layton, the leader of the federal NDP has, very suddenly, passed away. He brought idealism back to Canadian politics, and we will not easily replace his leadership. Regardless of your political leanings or ideology, Layton was the only leader in our country who had charisma, optimism, and an ability to cut through the apathy that so dogs our voting population. He will be sorely missed. R.I.P. Jack, I hope you’re in a better place, free of your suffering.

Another Newfoundland Post – i.e. Photo dump!!

Yes that’s right!! More Newfoundland Photos!!

The second full day, I got up early and made the braided lemon bread from You-Know-Where in the morning. Using a paper towel roll covered in waxed paper for my rolling pin. . . I’m going to try this recipe again in less rustic conditions, but it turned out really well!

We went to Witless Bay, just south of St. John’s, to go on a whale and puffin tour. We saw fin whales and humpbacks (a mom and her kid), lots of seagulls, puffins, and common murres. And a poop-covered island. It was an AWESOME boat ride!! Though one of the guys got super-sea-sick and it wasn’t too fun for him 😦

We then went to Cape Spear which is the most easterly point in North America. And there were pretty lighthouses, flowers, and a (less pretty) WWII battery. We went to St. John’s for dinner, which was great – I had really nice scallops.

You know, Dear Internet, my Newfoundland memories are getting that misty glow that only some time elapsed can give. I want to go back and see more of the island, and hike in Gros Morne. Maybe next year.

Close to burning out here

Ok. I know I’ve been doing the mope mopey mope mope about having no job after next week, but after a week of sleeping very poorly (all told, less than 5 hours a night, and averaging under 3), terrible transit issues making the evil commute eviler, and having too much to do in the time I do have, I am totally about to implode.


I know it’s very “First World Issues” of me, but I’m thinking I’m getting close to a mental break. Maybe if I sleep as much as possible this weekend? Sad as it is, I’m looking forward to going to bed early tonight. . . But I’ll exercise this weekend, which will hopefully help in the energy collapse problem I’m dealing with currently – I’m helping my dad tomorrow with fitting our ditches with river rock so we don’t have to mow the evil steepity of the ditches anymore. He’s had a heart health scare and I don’t want him to do _all_ the work himself. Plus, squats are good for the glutes and quads. And Sunday, the boyfriend and I are going to hike a new trail for us (look out for photos!!) before a yummy backyard BBQ! So that’ll be nice and relaxing.


It feels kind of like I’m tearing in two right now. Part of me really needs to find a job, get working, start earning/saving/moving out of my parents’ place/growing up. But another part is feeling so stressed out right now that I’m pretty sure my immune system has gone completely haywire. And maybe excessive office air-conditioning isn’t helping out, but my internal body climate control is seriously on the fritz and I cannot sleep even if it’s mildly warm and slightly humid anymore. Which, thank you circularity, means that on top of everything it’s harder to sleep, and getting harder all the time. Thus making me even more twitchy and stressed out.


It’s like this morning, while waiting for the subway, I hit a metaphorical wall. A mental roadblock, if you will. Waiting an extra 8 minutes for the subway due to a disabled train further back on the line became the one more thing that I couldn’t take. The piece of straw that the camel swore lustily at for all the back surgeries. It’s not a big deal really, nothing I haven’t gone through before (thanks, woefully underfunded transit system! You rock). But today it’s like part of me said, “You know what? No. No more.” and then went on vacation. Leaving the rest of my over-stressed self to take up the slack. But that rest of me is about to need back surgery too. It probably doesn’t help that I’m waiting to hear that I won’t get a second interview, that I have some horrible disease, and that my credit card will be hacked again. You know, something crappy. On edge would be one way to describe it. . .


So here I am. Teetering at the edge of space. And I don’t know if I’d change a thing. Well, maybe I’d change my paycheque to a nicer, more useful number. But, as my mom wisely says, you can’t have everything.

At this juncture, if I were a doctor, I think I’d prescribe sitting on a patio on a balmy summer evening with a tall glass of refreshing malt (or liquor/mixed) beverage condensating on the table beside me while attempting to write the Great Canadian Novel. Though, I should probably stick to poetry to start . . .


Though who knows how the muse will take me 😉

So despondency gets you places

So, after my moan-fest yesterday afternoon, I actually got a call to do a phone interview for a position I applied to a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t want to make much of it, cause of the two years of lovely rejection, but it was definitely nice to feel a little desirable, in the gainful employment sense. Especially now that I’m officially about to be back in the job market.

I was nervous about the interview (as always – new people, speaking on the phone. . . Not a good combination), and all morning I was variously jittery and half-asleep (I don’t know how many hours of sleep I got last night, but it certainly was a lot less than my body wanted . . .).

But the interview seemed to go ok. I wasn’t overly self-deprecating, I was even kinda confident I think. We actually ended up talking for a bunch over the expected time. Well, we’ll see if I get a face-to-face interview.

The moral of the story, Dear Internet, is to mope and gripe and whine about stuff until things go your way! Wait, that doesn’t sound right. What about, be overly hard on yourself about factors almost completely out of your control? No? Hmmmmm. . .

Maybe the moral of the story is to go to bed early if you have something nerve-wracking to do the next day, and especially if you just had a killer spin class.

Or maybe there’s no moral. But I guess I’d say that if you’re going through a period where it feels like you’re going nowhere and nothing’s going your way, keep at it, try harder. Distract yourself occasionally with shiny objects, and then get back to it and work even harder. Cause maybe the douches always come in first, but second isn’t a particularly bad place to be 😉

And who knows? The odds here aren’t highly in favour of me getting the job, they never are. I could be back to square one in a week, which is very scary. But I have a lot of things to do, and maybe a break would be useful.

How’s that for attempting glass-half-full?

Though it’s probably more like, why is there a glass with some water in it sitting on the counter? Who’s water is that anyway?

My morning pet peeve

Whenever I stay over at the boyfriend’s place overnight on weekdays, I end up at one particular subway station with this damnable poster staring me in the face.


It might be the fact that it’s before 9am, it might be the fact that I’m by nature cynical, or it might be that this is one huge steaming pile of bulldunkle. But this, Dear Internet, seriously pisses me right the hell off.

Restore each other’s faith in humanity by _smiling_ at one another? Like that would do anything more than possibly lift one person’s day (marginally) at a time.

Because, with genocide, rape, third-world famine, the IMF, greed, war, child abuse, social stigmatization of women (in pretty much all cultures. We may have come a long way, baby, but there’s still this huge, long, bumpy, sabotaged road ahead), self-centeredness as a cultural phenomenon, apathy, tyrants, violent cults, the stigmatization of sex, female circumcision, injustice, the disappeared, the Holocaust, first world waste, rampant pollution, homophobia, the environmental crisis, the Tea Party, the Inquisition, the Crusades, residential schools in Canada, the marginalization of native communities, Fox News, large corporation’s governmental subsidies (especially when the corporations never contribute to the societies that are buoying them up and allowing for their massive profit margins), credit cards, I can’t imagine any one smile is going to have the power to negate these and the many other evils that exist.

I don’t think a smile is going to cut it.

Not for me anyway.

(And before any of you get up in arms about the items on my list and/or the order in which they’re placed, you should know that I wrote them down as they randomly came to me, and these are things with which I specifically have deep issues. You can disagree, that’s your prerogative. Just don’t expect me change my opinion because of yours. That’s my prerogative. If you get nasty, your comments will be deleted. Fill your own blog with your opinion, that’s what it’s there for. Rational commentary will be considered on a case by case basis.)

T-7 days left and counting. . .

So, Dear Internet, I’m on my way to spin class for the first time in a couple of weeks. Boy am I going to be smarting tomorrow. . . But that will be balanced out with a lovely cake-filled baby shower for a friend of mine. And strangely enough, I won’t be providing any baked goods. Oddly enough. Kind feel bereft about it. Huh, maybe there’s a patch to deal with the withdrawal symptoms. But I do have to put together a present package and make a cute card (I have a stamp set that’s perfect for my needs. You can imagine I’m fiendishly rubbing my hands together while grinning maniacally, if you like. It’s a fairly accurate image. . . Well, except I’m actually on a train and writing this on my iPhone, so it’s more what I’m doing in my head that in actuality. Not to burst your bubble there). But I think cake will be a nice panacea for my sore muscles, plus hangings out with peoples what are awesome = double plus good!

But today I’ve been kind of having an existential crisis. I know, right? Who has those anymore, Dear Internet?!

It’s my second last week of actual employment, and though I’ve been assiduously applying to boatloads o jobs all fricking summer, no bites. Not a call, nothing. It’s looking more and more that this was an anomaly instead of, as I had hoped, a sign that I might in fact soon find myself fully and gainfully employed.

Luckily I have PEI to look forward to, otherwise I might get depressed or something. No idea what I’m going to do after PEI, aside from look forward to the next wedding on the docket (and maybe even the making of my pretty dress). And, duh, more job hunting. The benefit to everyone using the Internet for job applications is that if you have access to the Internet you can easily apply to as many jobs as you can make cover letters for. The downsides are that you feel like you’ve thrown your application into a deep ocean crevasse instead of worked to secure your future, and that the hundreds of millions of other people who have access to the interwebs have done the exact same thing. And nobody ever bothers to let you know if your even being considered as a candidate. So you’re left to assume you’re not and forget what you’ve applied for. Cause if you care about the opportunity, it actively hurts each day that you don’t get a phone call.

Of course, by the time someone does call you for an interview, you’ve then completely forgotten everything about the job and then sound pretty silly asking “What job is it I’m interviewing for again?” Also, if you do have the honour to get an interview (yes, it’s an _honour_ Bulldunkle.), the odds anyone ever gets back to you with feedback afterwards (even if they promised to do so) is next to nil. Of the 20-odd interviews I had in the last couple of years, THREE got back to me after the interview, one of which was for the job I ended up getting. A good six-ten others _said_ they’d get back to me.

And my experience so far is that you have to have 20+ interviews, at the very least, before you’re likely to actually ever get a job offer. For example, after graduating from a Masters degree, I spent two years futilely applying to countless jobs only to end up with a temporary, crappily paid summer student gig with terrible prospects cause they just cut 1900 jobs. . .

Oh how I love this state of being.

So I think I should, instead of dwelling on it (and thanks for letting me rant it out, Dear Internet), I should try to live each day as it comes. Look forward to the things to look forward to, and madly apply to job after job after job after job (and go quietly mad from the boredom) and get more into my hobbies. Maybe even start an etsy store or something to fill my time. So I can potentially offload the massive amounts of crafty I’ll probably end up producing. . .

Cause one thing I know for sure is that job hunting, it is one of the most boringest activities known to man.

At least I have a roof over my head, food in my tummy, and supportive and awesome peoples standing by and being all supportive. Maybe I won’t have to wait another two years for the next crappy short-term job. Always positive, that’s me. Well, I said I should try to look forward to the good things and live each day for itself, not get a personality transplant. When I get chipper, that’s when you know I’ve succumbed to the drugs.

Anything getting you down, Dear Internet?


Heh. Just saw this sitting on the shelf near me in the bookstore (waiting to go to my spin class, where else would I hang out? Do you know me at all?). Though, sadly, too true. . .

Yet another last-minute insane Katie project. . . Brought to you by – Insomnia!

Hey there!

This post, as previously indicated, will not be about food. Or music. Instead, I will show you some pictures of my most recent insane project spurred on by sleeplessness. Wheeee. . .

sewing it up, using the "whatever thin papper I had around" transfer methodthe finished purse. sorry no precess shots - too busy making the damn thing

close up of finished embroiderywith stitched border

the "bead" I made from a bunch of semi-precious stone I had lying aroundthe bead on the bag

ironing the patch in preparationpinning it into place

sewing!close-up of the finished product

the clutch! and it hold a fair amount of stuff

I needed something to put all my stuffs into at the super-shnazzy wedding I attended this past weekend. So last week, I made and embroidered a bag. I cannot justify this insanity, but I did end up with a super-awesome clutch! I used the fabric from the dress I’m going to be making, and lined it in scraps from the dress I had made for the super-shnazzy wedding. I embroidered a patch with Aimee Ray’s Circle of Mermaids pattern, which I fell in love with on Feeling Stitchy, which is a great resource for those wanting to get into/look for inspiration in/find like-minded sewists who love embroidery and other stitchery arts. I’m sorry you can’t really tell what the colour of the main fabric is from these photos – it’s an almost electric teal, and really gorgeous.

I guess I should also show you that super awesome dress I had made for said shnazzy wedding.

Here’s the inspiration dress (I found photos on my desktop! how organized am I. . .)

see Dear Golden Vintage's Etsy page for more beautiful clothing

so gorgeous!

It was so gorgeous, that I had to have it – but it was a size small, and I am not a size small. . . So I found a dressmaker who could recreate the gorgeousness. And here’s the version she made for me:

sorry about the burry :(me and the boyfriend, looking like a total nerd. so cute :)

You’ll notice, Dear Internet, that I went with a much darker titanium-silver fabric. I think I works better than the pale silver would have, with my hair and skin tone. Also, I couldn’t find a fabric that matched the original. And hey, I fell in love with the fabric I found, so it all worked out in the end.

I also made the jewelry that went with the dress – I used a bunch of different shades of dark pearls (5 strands for 20$ at the best bead store on Queen Street!) that played off the dark silk tones in the fabric. Learning to string pearls was a bit of a learning curve, let me tell you. . .

Here’s a close up of me and the boyfriend, you can see the jewelry better in this one

jewelry close-up!

It was a beautiful ceremony, in a beautiful venue. The food was astounding, and we had loads of fun dancing the night away. Not to mention the copious quantities of alcohol.

Now I get to look forward to making my own dress (we’ll see how that goes. . .) for the next wedding I’m attending this year. As well as a second attempt at that Circle of mermaids pattern. . . soooo many ideas of where to go with that one. . . I can’t wait to go raid the sewing store for more embroidery floss 😉

What are you looking forward to, Dear Internet?


On a more unpleasant note – I’ve spent most of the afternoon in pretty excruciating pain, which has luckily subsided into the only occasional stabby badness. You might or might not be able to tell from these photos, but I have a lovely skin condition that, until I got a new dermatologist a few years ago, had me basically in chronic pain territory.

So strapless dresses, v-necks, deep scoop necks, etc. all make me a bit leery, cause it’s not to fun to have people staring at your chest (possibly disgusted). It’s taken me a while to accept these damn scars (a product of sun damage from not one, but count them two! reeeeeeeeeaaaaaallllllyyyyyy bad sunburns growing up, and a bout of bad skin in teenage land, thanks to dad’s genetic code) and I generally now prefer to keep them covered to protect them, but I’m happy that I’m at least starting to push myself outside my comfort zone and show some more skin every so often. The only problem being that they occasionally flare up with painy and I have to get more injections. Which equals a half a day of total badness.

So, if you please, when I have more pictures that may show my scars, just don’t stare at them unnecessarily, I’ll be able to tell 😉

And now for something completely different!

That’s right! I’m going to talk about food! Heavens forfend!!!

Of course, it’s a really short post, and soon to follow will be several completely non-food-or-music related posts. On which topic I’m reminded that I should probably do another music related post, since it’s been rather heavily skewed toward food so far. I blame my nearly music-less summertime.

What I want to share with you today, is my super-tasty corn pancake recipe! That’s right, I’m going to send a recipe your way! How exciting is that, Dear Internet??

This is actually adapted from a recipe for Kentucky griddle cakes in Country Living’s Country Mornings Cookbook (1989).

Katie’s Corn Pancakes

Makes a boatload of pancakes – enough for at least four hungry people, maybe even five. But that depends on how well you share. Recipe halves easily.


2 cups yellow cornmeal

1 cup flour

2 tsp sugar (or less, whatever you’re comfortable with)

1 tsp salt (also optional, I almost never use it in my cooking)

1 tsp each baking powder and baking soda

2 cups buttermilk (you shouldn’t skimp on this, buttermilk adds a boatload of amazing flavour, without a lot of calories)

2 large eggs

4 tbsp vegetable oil (also optional – i forgot to use it the last time, with no detriment to the pancakes, just make sure to oil the pan between each batch)

2 cobs of corn, cooked and shucked (see below for a tasty barbequed corn recipe that works beautifully in this!)

4-6 green onions, diced (you can also use a large handful of chives, or half of a sauteed onion if you prefer)


1. In large bowl, whisk together dry ingredients (cornmeal, flour, sugar, salt, and baking soda and powder).

2. In a smaller bowl, whisk together buttermilk, eggs, and oil until combined; mix into dry ingredients until all the dry has become wet.

3. Add corn and onions, and stir until just combined. Add a bit more buttermilk if the consistency is a bit too thick. If too runny, feel free to add a bit more flour (though this has never happened to me).

4. Heat a frying pan, coated with a bit of vegetable oil (whatever your preference, canola works well), to medium high heat.

5. Spoon about 1/3 cup of batter onto hot pan, making 3 or four pancakes (however much room is there in your pan), and let fry for a few minutes. When the top starts to bubble, and the bottom is nicely browned to your preferences, flip (this requires some dexterity, but if this enormous klutz could master it, I’m sure you’ll have no problem, Dear Internet) and let the top brown evenly. The second side takes less time. When evenly brown and firm (but springy) to the touch, transfer to a platter and keep warm in the oven (about 200-250F works well here).

6.Continue until the batter is used up, and bellies are full o tasty pancakes.

Tasty Barbequed Corn

Makes however many cobs of corn you feel like making. And works equally well eaten straight from the barbeque, or as leftovers in anything – especially tasty tasty corn pancakes!


Several Cobs of Corn (fresh!!)

Butter or margarine (room temp, or a bit melty)

A huge pile of fresh herbs, chopped fairly fine (parsley, basil, mint, oregano, and thyme all work in whatever combination you like. Yes mint! it’s not a just a dessert garnish!!)

Several chopped green onions (or a shallot)

Smoked paprika, or chili powder

Freshly ground black pepper, to taste


1. Eyeball your corn – figure how much butter you’ll need to coat it fairly evenly. Mix in enough herbs and onions to have a nicely green buttery goodness in your bowl. Sorry I can’t describe it better. I would estimate that for 5 cobs, you’ll need about 1/2-3/4 cup of butter or margarine and a couple large handfuls of herbs.

2. Add in several teaspoons of paprika or chili powder and pepper to taste. Rub onto the cobs.

Note: you can use one of two methods here, whichever you like best. You can 1) either pull back the leaves gently (leaving them attached at the base), pull out the silk, then slather the cobs in the herb butter and fold back the leaves and tie them in place and barbecue them like that. Or 2) you can shuck and wash the cobs, slather them in the butter, then wrap them first in damp parchment or waxed paper (to keep them nice and moist) and finally in tinfoil.

3. Barbecue the corn until done. You can pull back the leaves, or tinfoil (whichever method you used), and check the kernels – they should glow with an inner golden light and pop juicily if poked.

Just so you know, don’t ask me about barbeque methodology. I know how to turn them on, and clean them, but I leave the charring of meat to the boyfriend and my father. It’s a manly bonding ritual I don’t want to intrude upon.

I hope you enjoy some tasty corn pancakes, Dear Internet! While we still have fresh corn. . .

Lovely Long August Weekend

A couple of weekends ago was Canada’s Simcoe/Civic holiday long weekend. And, boy, was I looking forward to it. I spent the entire week before aching for it to be Friday, 3 pm. I went up to my friend’s cottage (our Wednesday night Baritone), and stayed for three glorious days.

It was serene. I got to sleep in until after 9 am (very exciting). We ate lovely food (loooooots of spinach) and spent hours in the lake. It was a little slice of heaven. I even got a bit of colour – very surprising since I’ve pretty much never tanned in my life, ever. Though it’s mostly sunburn and freckles. Us pale people have to take what we can get, I guess.

I only wish the boyfriend could have come too, but he was at a bachelor party white water rafting experience thing (with spa treatments, of course). Ah well, there’s always next time.

The bride’s bachelorette was this past Friday night, as previously discussed (soooooo much fun! and the food went over pretty well, though my tasty cupcakes went uneaten 😦   well, I enjoyed them at least), and in just a week, they’ll be married!! Soooooo exciting! And you’ll get to see the dress I had made.

Aren’t long weekends the best, Dear Internet?