Yes, it’s been hot here in Southern California – too hot for some, I know – but perfect weather for a lazy long-weekend. Now that couches, end-tables and most importantly the pinball machine have arrived, the house was ready for a weekend of company. Adorable, Glamorous and Little Miss Law spent Saturday swimming and relaxing poolside with us. We spent the evening dining, playing darts, pinballing and swimming with another couple, then entertained several friends on Sunday and finally, a brand-new little one took his first-ever swim in The Baron’s pool on Monday.
A few highlights:
Root beer floats. I don’t know where my stroke of genius came from, but on Saturday morning I called the girls and asked them to pick up some vanilla ice-cream (I already had the root beer) and we (meaning me) ended up having root beer floats all weekend.
It turns out I actually enjoy pinball and I don’t completely suck at it either. The Baron set a high score of 220 million last night, and the best I managed over the weekend was 62 million. Even so, that’s more respectable than my darts game, which leaves nothing but shame and wall-divots in its wake (luckily my dad taught me how to spackle.) As the dartboard likes to point out, I am a disgrace to the sport of darts.
My skinny Clapotis, the delicious and nutritious comfort-food of knitting, pictured below, is coming along really nicely. I’d forgotten what a fun, easy, portable project it is. I like working with the 50/50 wool/silk blend yarn (Lorna’s Laces Lion & Lamb) but I think I’ll enjoy wearing the scarf more than knitting it. Something about the splittiness of single-ply yarn just makes me unhappy. Since I’m working with just two skeins of the super-pricey yarn instead of the four required for a shawl, I threw in a lifeline when I changed balls so I’ll be able to “eyeball” when to start the decrease rows – hopefully I won’t run out of yarn.
Adorable found herself an awesome apartment, complete with friendly roommate, all within easy walking distance to a very fun and pedestrian friendly area (who says no one walks in LA?) with lots of opportunities for take-out. This last is critical, as there is no evidence that she can cook anything except the world’s most heavenly lemon-bars. The best news: a major trip to Ikea (which is basically like an amusement park to me) next weekend to fully furnish her new digs. Yee haw! I could not be any more excited.
The Baron teased me horribly by pretending our friends were not going to bring their newborn with them when they came over on Monday night. So I was extra-excited that the little guy showed up – even though all he did was cry and poop for the first thirty minutes of the visit. I got a chance to hold him, he got a clean diaper and a snack, and then his mom and I took him for his first ever swim. He made confused faces for the first few minutes, but once he got into it he loved the water and was happy. So happy, in fact, that he napped while the grown-ups were having our dinner – perfect timing. The Baron went a little bit green when the little guy spit up some milk on the kitchen floor, and he was (understandably) anxious that the baby would poo or spit up in the water, but thankfully nothing bad happened. It turned out to be an afternoon of scrumptious baby goodness and we all ended up having a great time.
And finally, since my August Flickr account was full, here’s today’s dose of spectacular butterfly photography, taken by The Baron, from last week’s trip to the Palace of Wings: