The Domestic Goddess said “Hah!”
The crochet injury I was so cavalier about in my last post brought down Her wrath. My elbow’s no better, and at I have a sprained left thumb from buttoning my jeans left-handed. Not that I’m going to put the elbow on you for donations to my newly organized Foundation for Victims of Double Crochet — I’m asking in advance for permission for a post heavy on the pix and light on the captions. Typing hurts like an SOB.
I love the street where I’m living temporarily. Every house is different, every house is freaking huge (except ours) and I never tire of acting the rube rubbernecker, trying to imagine living in a late 19th century/three full storeys/serious square footage pile.
The pillars are too tall and skinny but I love it anyway.
The windows from the copper dome down are curved glass — replacements must be pricey. Yikes.
That evergreen on the left is six storeys tall.
Last week was one of those amazing Facebook family reunions . My cousin Charlotte and I haven’t seen each other since we wore bellbottoms and walked the sands at Sauble Beach, Ontario. (Respect was number one that summer.) She, a daughter of Wooster Ohio, married a Canadian. I, a Canadian, married an American — we switched countries. In a fab act of familial generosity she offered to drive five hours with her husband Gordon to , well, catch up. Man, did we catch up! A couple of glasses of bubbly and we were pouring over old family pictures and climbing the branches of the Moss/Simpson family tree. We sat over the dinner table (Ina Garten’s Company Pot Roast)then met for lunch the next day.
Although Charlotte’s a year or two younger than I, she’s more closely related to Daddy — he’s her first cousin once removed, I’m her second cousin.
I nominate this for coolest hostess gift ever: Charlotte and Gordon make their own maple syrup! That’s hard core, my friends. Pictured on the mantle next to an antique cranberry glass pickle jar:
We did a needlework swap — one of my tea towels for four of these adorable knit Easter chicks:
I have really cool cuz. My cousin Kent’s mastery of origami exposes me as the lowly Paper Bum I am:
One last fave thing before I ice my elbow: a Victorian sterling silver Sardine Casket:
Sorry this post’s so scattered, but I wanted to play a bit of catchup. By the way, you don’t need to write your check to the Foundation for the Victims of Double Crochet. Just make it out to me, and I’ll take care of everything.