Thursday, April 30, 2009
I'm looking for my heart in San Francisco
Spring garden tee for a little girl
The Flying/Flu Dilemma
But Mr. E started mentioning the swine flu, and at first I changed the subject because I hate bad news. Then I watched CNN and thought about my toddler on an airplane, in New York (with many confirmed cases), and all of us near a new baby. And I started to worry. Soon, my head was swimming with images of Master D throwing up, both of us dangerously sick, all alone back in Ohio. Then, of course, I worried that D would meet the same fate as the poor toddler from Mexico who died while visiting relatives in Texas and panicked. I made calls to cancel our trip and made other arrangements to get home by car.
The statistics make me feel like a worrywart, when the numbers are so low and the chance of catching swine flu is so small. But it’s still a chance I can’t afford to take. The trouble is, this kid is the whole world. No matter how small the risk, it is worth avoiding if it means he will be that much safer. Then again, I get in a car with him everyday when I know that car accidents kill more people than the swine flu. So the question is, when should you worry and when do you just have to live?
Knitting supports Indian community
This is a lovely story in the news today. Hathay Bunano (meaning handmade), a company started by British/Bangladeshi founders has set up workrooms in some of India's poorest areas. The women were taught how to knit and are paid 25% above the minimum wage to make toys and other items for the West. What a beautiful idea? Great for Hathay Bunano too of course as it's still cheap labour, but nice all the same.
This little piggy went to market and this little piggy got the flu
Two nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night to Miss L coughing in her crib. I stumbled out of bed half-asleep with one thought in mind - swine flu! I don't know if anyone else is as paranoid as I am about this latest pandemic. Luckily it looks like Miss L has a seasonal cold, just a runny nose and cough. No fever or vomiting. Whew! Isn't funny how things can seem so much worse in the middle of the night?
I was amazed at how little information was posted online about the swine flu. As soon as I heard there were confirmed cases in Queens I went to the CDC's website to find only a reference to an outbreak in Wisconsin in the 1980's. I hope they have updated it since I last looked a week ago.
I need practical information - how it is different from the seasonal flu, how long is one contagious, how to treat children under the age of 2, etc.
After another night of coughing (and my late night hysteria) I checked Tribeca Pediatrics website this morning. I found an informative, thoughtful letter from Dr. Cohen, which eased my fears and made me feel better informed and prepared. I hope you find it helpful too!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I'm feeling purple - or maybe blue?
I spent the day nursing a sick little man. After gloating that Master R never gets sick, he's now been sick three times since we moved back to London in mid-Feb. It's been the same every time - high fever, running nose and grumpy - and has only lasted 48 hours before he's back to his usual self again.
While we were getting some fresh air in our garden I picked these lovely branches with purple flowers. I'm not sure what they're called but they look beautiful against the purple backboard of our Aga. Then I noticed that the pom poms I'm currently making for my new rug are also the same colour. This image lifted my blue mood slightly...
Miss you all xx
Monday, April 27, 2009
RIP The Point is CLOSING!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Following the leader
Source: http://www.marthabeck.com/
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Happy Earth Day!
My ode to Shel Silverstein
We bought a floor-through, or a flat as they call it in London and San Francisco, in a brownstone on the Upper Westside. We did a gut renovation, meaning we tore everything out except for the beams that framed the apartment. The renovation took about seven months. We decided to restore as many of the original features as we could, which dated back to the 1890's. This included restoring the original wood accents around the fireplace and doors, as you can see in the photo of the finished fireplace.
We hired three Italian men to restore the wood and they sanded the wood for weeks, and weeks and weeks. I thought they would never stop sanding. As the date approached for us to actually move in to the apartment, they were still sanding, we had no kitchen (no cabinets or appliances just newly painted walls) and I was buying lunch everyday for everyone working in the apartment. The problem was that some of the workers wanted McDonald's, others wanted Chinese or Cuban take-out and the Italians wanted mama's home cooking which was really difficult in a kitchen without a stove or refrigerator.
One day I stopped in to check on the progress and opened the door to the sound of wood sanding. I immediately closed the door and sat on the outside hallway step and wrote this impromptu poem for Mister T. I should also mention that this brownstone was a self-managed co-op and the outside hallways were a mess. It took two years for us to convince the rest of the owners to renovate the hallways. Just in time for us to flip the apartment with only one open house (and a feature in On the Market in the Times), make a nice profit before the downturn and thankfully move downtown where I met all of my mama friends!
My apartment will never be complete
With all the dust it will never be clean and neat
The Italians won't stop sanding
I'll be lucky if any of the original wood is left standing
McDonald's #7, pork fried rice, chicken and beans
We better still live here when our kids are teens
Everyone wants cash and more money
You better get a really fat bonus honey
We won't have a kitchen until summer
Our first contractor couldn't have been dumber
It will be great to breathe in all the fumes
Which will lead us straight to our tombs
The hallways look like a crackhouse
There better not be any bugs or rats, not even a mouse
We'll have no TV or stereo, just wires
And you know they're all just a bunch of liars
Maybe when its all said and done
Our apartment will be worth a ton
And we'll still be together
And New York City will have warmer weather
Is Miss L a watermelon kind of girl?
Source: Watermelon sweater, www.nevernotknitting.blogspot.cocm
Friday, April 10, 2009
Little finished objects: Easter eggs
I can't wait to leave the basket outside the front door on Easter morning and then run and tell Miss L that the Easter Bunny came and left something outside.
Tonight I am dying real eggs for an indoor Easter egg hunt and tomorrow I will attempt to make hot cross buns.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Can A Sausage Change Your Life?
Source: www.wildsausage.com
Hi Mamas,
I've been quiet for a while. Mostly, have been eating sausage. This sausage in particular. I've posed my title of this post in question form, but in truth I already know the answer: yessiree bob.
We're having a Niman Ranch moment in our household. First came the gold standard - the apple gouda pictured above. When I first tried a bit, which had been purchased for Master K, I couldn't believe my mouth and proceeded to distract my child until I could switch out his remaining deliciousness with some old turkey hot dog, just so I could finish it off. Bad, bad mommy!
The next thing was to test it out on the sausage and bacon maestro, Mister A. I doubted he would react as I had, since he is used to farm-fresh Scottish goodness, and in fact frequently laments the quality of the meat he eats States-side. But instead, he declared: "This is the best sausage I've ever had."
Mama H is similarly a fan of this brand, and in fact her parents live near the Niman Ranch in California. Nirvana!! But please, share this information judiciously: I've already experienced two Whole Foods outages of this particular item. Word is spreading and the supply can't keep up. But this can lead to good things, too. I was forced to branch out to their Chipotle Cheddar flavor this past weekend, and really I have to say it made the homemade pizza positively ethereal.
Since the weather has been so lousy lately (excluding yesterday's burst of Spring), really ya gotta turn to your food for joy. Mama A, if only Niman made a vegan sausage...it would be so good we might all convert from our carnivorous ways. But for now, the happy pigs and chickens of Niman Ranch have found their #1 fan.
Finished object: turn-a-square hat
The hat was coming along marvelously when I got to the point where I needed to switch to double pointed needles. I was quite intimidated when I looked it up on knittinghelp and saw four needles being used at once to knit in a circle! At first I panicked. Then I got upset that Mama N wasn't living a few floors above me. I started to give up hope, and then I thought, what would Mama N do? I gathered my things, put Mr. T in charge of the house and went back up to The Point. Carly was working there that day. I asked if they made super small circular needles to finish the hat, but she assured me that it was good to learn how to work with double-pointed needles. I carefully ripped out a few rows of the hat and Carly sat with me to show me how to move the work onto three double-pointed needles, knitting with the fourth. Mama N would have gotten a good laugh as I did the math in my head very slowly. 18 stitches times 4 divided by 3.
In the end the double-pointed needles were easy to work with once I understood how to use them. I have found this to be true with each new skill I learn with knitting.
I am going to knit another hat with the striped pattern reversed to give to my yoga instructor J who is moving to Atlanta next month. But first I am knitting Easter eggs for Miss L's Easter basket.