Les galettes
I have resisted the strong temptation to bury Icarus under the shed in the backyard and he is, in fact, thriving:
I’ve even been sweet-talking some of these hot straight needles in my free time. Ever notice how they are kept in a, ahem, honey pot? If you take my meaning, and I think you do…
He’s getting a little rambunctious, but then again, he is a big boy for his age.
The fact that there is still an entire skein of Alchemy Haiku to knit up—and it is very, very clear that Icarus will take nearly all of it—is simply not discussed Chez Wax Wings ‘R Us.
Alchemy Haiku haiku:
Yoo-hoo! Just when you
thought Icarus was ending…
here I am, baby!
Truly, there is only so much reality one can bear.
But I have good news! Oh yes, indeed I do.
This afternoon I begin working at Woolcott and Company, now under the management of Sean, who keeps up not only a store blog but also blogs for himself over here and runs a great store.
The excitement is almost unbearable. I guess standing outside the store for three days wearing that sandwich board that read, “Will work for yarn” actually paid off.
Woolcott is located in lovely Harvard Square, home of the famous Harvard Yard of Harvard University, that august institution to which parents shell out big, big cash-ola so that their kids can work hard and make a good start in life for themselves.
The flower of our youth, shown here buckling under the stringent demands of the Harvard workload.
In any event, when you are in the area, come over to Woolcott and see us!
Most importantly, however, I believe that this new job may mark the end of my yarn diet. Hallelujah!
Speaking of diets and going off of them, Sarah sent Alex these mouth-wateringly delicious cookies for his birthday:
Seemed like a good time to remind him that marriage means sharing all that you have with your beloved.
How does a person make cookies this good? To me, it remains a tantalizing mystery. Can I offer you a piece of advice? If my sister offers to make you some cookies, just say yes.
We are now moving inexorably into fall, and the final blooms of the summer won’t last long. This makes them even more beautiful.
As lovely as an autumn bride:
It really was a lovely day for a wedding. And doesn’t she look stunning?
At last, because I promised my friend Lorinda that I would (and because it really is entertaining), I took her “My Ten Names” quiz. The results were not uniformly successful because I have no middle name and thus am somewhat crippled when it comes to constructing funny names of this sort (Mom, hi. What were you thinking again?), I still have a couple of very good ones:
My Superhero Name, formed from my favorite color and my favorite drink:
The Red Mojito
My Futuristic Name, formed from my favorite perfume and my favorite shoes:
Lolita Lempicka Fluevog
Lorinda, being a good and decent person, did not include the classic “Porn Star Name” in her list, but since I am horribly corrupt, I can tell you that this one is formed by using the name of your first pet and the name of a street you lived on as a child.
Mine is “Wag Aspen.”
But I was blown out of the water by my friend Damon, whose Porn Star Name is “Winky Dor-Mar.”
Can anyone top that?
September 19th, 2006 at 9:45 am
am insanely envious of your job at woolcott. i need a gig like that!
my super hero name would be “the green caipirinha.” you know, i think the red mojito and the green caipirinha could do some serious good in the world, with fiber, naturally.
hope you have a great day at chez wax wings r’ us. that’s still cracking me up.
September 19th, 2006 at 1:13 pm
Blackberry Villa here (porn star name). Uh-huh… It has rather an odd ring to it, does it not?
Those cookies look fabulous. Fun to see Icarus feeling feisty too.
September 19th, 2006 at 2:49 pm
Ellen, Here’s what I was thinking! In March of 1968 my consciousness had not been raised, and I, like almost every other mother in the Midwest (and most other parts of the U.S.), assumed that her beautiful baby girl would grow into a beautiful woman (She did!), and marry a man who would bestow upon her his name. Add to that the fact that both of your grandmothers had no middle name and used their “maiden names” as their middle names after marriage. Multiply that by the fact that I have a first name (An elegant one!) that I am never called by and a middle name that I am called by but which is not spelled the way most people expect it to be. Hence, I’ve made endless explanations about my name for sixty-six years now! I was striving for simplicity, but as so often happens to mothers–my best efforts have yielded a harvest of questions from my daughters along with occasional recriminations from said young women. Such is the lot of a mother!
September 19th, 2006 at 9:52 pm
I somehow managed to come up with Westside PC (and PC is short for pussy-cat).
So, Ellen/Sarah Mom, what is your porn star name?
September 20th, 2006 at 12:39 pm
I’m not sure how one determines one’s porn star name. And added to that, is that something a mother should do?
September 20th, 2006 at 5:04 pm
Well, Mother, maybe you are right. But it is just for fun, of course…
September 20th, 2006 at 8:36 pm
My porn star name is SuperMouth Beatty. Do I get a prize? I didn’t get a last name either, no wonder we’re friends. AND, my parents had the same reasons for not giving me one!
My superhero name is either Blue Mojito (can we be a team?) or Orange Magarita. Or maybe . . . both.
Futuristic is Arpege. Just Arpege because I can’t decide on a favorite shoe, although if we’re basing it on durability, it would have to be Seibel. Not so glamorous, eh?
Your post about Shelley and Sept. 11 was lovely.
September 20th, 2006 at 8:37 pm
Damn. I meant I didn’t get a MIDDLE name. DOH!
September 21st, 2006 at 11:03 am
My porn star name is Trixie Gay. Hee hee.