I was happy to learn today that boys enjoy baking cakes as much as girls do. This little baker has a slight fever and a cough today, so he stayed home from preschool. And no better way to kill a half an hour than to make a very good chocolate cake from this book, which of course I had to buy. At the end there was cocoa, batter, sugar and egg shells all over the place and I had to make an effort not to go all anal-retentive on my poor sick boy, who by the way, learned the hard way that baking powder isn’t sugar.
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I love hands. I love my hands. They do things. They stroke. They squeeze. They push and pull. They grab. They clench. They obey, most of the time. They touch and they feel. They hold my rings and many of my scars. They learn and they forgive. I’ve never identified myself with my body, it’s always been so unheimlich to me. I am just what I do. I am my hands.
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it’s been a while since the last installment of my shopping series, and there are a bunch of things that I have been coveting lately so there you have it:
Lisse rug, by Liz Eeuwes
I mean, honestly, in my living room I haven’t got a rug because I’m a rug-commitment phobic. But with this beauty here I’d be ready to settle in for a life long relationship.
I mean, come on.
Let’s move on:
This camera bag. Yes, it’s a camera bag. Delicious. I’m going to be fully honest here: I was about to buy it, and thankfully it’s on backorder so I didn’t.
And last but not least: how fucking genius is this print?
I don’t really like the taste of alcohol, I don’t really like beer, or tequila, and I like only super awesomely good wine where you cannot taste the grapes and the liquor separately (if that makes any sense). But oh dear. G&T, I love. Because G&T don’t taste like alcohol, they taste like heaven. Anyway, this one I did buy it. Vacuous me.
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It feels like ages ago.
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Michele came back from Canada and it took him only a few hours with these two guys to ask: how did you manage all by yourself? Thank you. That was sweeter than all the maple syrup. I was really hard, it was exhausting, and kudos to all the single mothers out there.
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Call to my American bloggy friends!!!
I am proposing this fantastic swap in which I send you something super awesome in exchange of a roll of freezer paper. How about that?
I want to try this stenciling method on a fabric bucket for my kids ever growing stash of Lego.
Photo borrowed from How About Orange.
In exchange, I offer a vacuum sealed chunk of aged parmesan cheese (will travel well). Let me know if there’s something else you would prefer.
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Today it was quite warm and the snow in our front yard is almost all gone, now it resembles the consistency of ICEE. Today I even thought of scooping some up, but I don’t have any cancer provoking syrups so I left it there. Anyway, this is the view from one of the many, many windows in my apartment. We used to have a jaw-dropping view but then they built some very hideous houses right between us and said view.
Who can spot a cable car and the highway?
wow, this is a bad photo. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll change it.
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When I wrote that this year I will turn 30, I meant it.
I chopped off my hair to begin with.
I hadn’t had a haircut since Damiano was born, because I’m stingy like that. Let’s say I saved a lot of money, not having to maintain a haircut for three years. Then I realized that my free-riding had come to an end when it took me one hour or more to untangle, comb, wash, comb again and dry that silly thatch. And it actually looked odd on me, so I always kept it tied up.
Now that I turn 30, I decided that the bimonthly cost of having the haircut must enter my budget. Maybe in place of more twenties-like things, like comics.
And this is me now. I think I don’t look a day under 35. That’s good.
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Damiano walked when he was 20 months old. And the day he did walk was one of the happiest of my life. Santiago, of course, had to do everything opposite. He doesn’t walk yet, but he wants to, desperately.
He likes to take his big brother for a ride in his cart, and is quite a good sport when Damiano gets off making him eat some floor.
Anyway, I decided to make him a pair of soft leather shoes for his 9 month birthday. I had a great time sewing leather for the first time. My Bernina is a wonderful machine and had absolutely nothing against it. The leather is a super soft deerskin in aqua that I bought to make a case for Michele’s kindle, that turned out ok, but so soft that perhaps doesn’t protect said Kindle much (who cares, we’ll get iPads as soon as they hit the market, eh eh eh right?) Well, the deerskin is so soft that it didn’t even require a leather needle, just a regular 90.
I used the white shoe as a guide. It was pretty easy.
There. Tomorrow I’ll buy the elastic tape so the little guy can wear them. And perhaps he can stop eating dirt.
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