Cupcake day

It doesn't get much better than this.

A sunny winter's day.

Early birthday brunch with ma minette, which included a baby cupcake - every birthday deserves cake. I can barely believe that we have had her in our lives for two years now. She makes my heart sing.

Then off to the Craft and Quilt Fair with Carrie and Kelly. No photographic evidence, but some stash enhancement did take place - mostly fabric (I think Bendigo spoiled us for yarn choice a few weeks ago). We took our weary selves off to lunch, followed by a trip to Cherry Seed for yummy treats to be enjoyed at Kelly's for afternoon tea. Take my word for it, these once were cupcakes.

And while I should really be painting my laundry this evening, I am not. I am reflecting on the nice life that I have. And cupcakes.

Sister's socks

My favourite sister is an extraordinarily talented and creative artiste. She paints and draws and sews and photographs and does fabulous things with paper. She knits a little and can crochet better than I can.

When I visited her in April, she asked me to show her how to make socks.

I thought about it.

And then I said NO.

This is the last remaining creative pursuit on earth at which I have more skill. No, I was not going to teach her to knit socks. I would knit socks for her.

We chose some beautiful soft and squishy hand-dyed sock yarn at Wildfiber in Santa Monica. And I knitted her these socks. (The red bit is not some nasty frill at the cuff. It is the top of the sock blocker.) Waving Lace Socks from Interweave's Favourite Socks, in Pagewood Farm Glacier Bay Hand Dyed Sock Yarn, harvest colourway, on 2.5mm Knitpicks.

I think she likes them.