The Mrs. P-designed Moleskine case to which I eluded earlier is finished. Thanks to the two blizzards this week, UPS was behind with deliveries, and then couldn’t get to our building (though of course USPS did). As such, our small Valentine’s Day gifts never came. A set of giraffe hair clips I bought on Etsy did come. So my sweet little wife set about knitting me a case to hold my pocket Moleskine and planner, with a pen to boot.
It’s a perfect fit. Nice and snug, without having to bear-grease the two books get ‘em in there. Holds a pen, probably a few to boot. The opening is slightly tapered in, to keep it all in and together. Wonderful! The wool she made it of is very nice and feels durable. I almost can’t wait to go back to work this week, to get to carry them around. Almost
Quiet Friday evening, with knitting and Moleskines.
I am on my Ubuntu Mini, with the laptop speakers hooked up, playing music that makes Baby dance inside Mama (The Doves, Frente!, The Smiths). Mama is on the couch, knitting me a sleeve for my Moleskine/planner/pen. Very swell evening.
I’m dehydrated enough that my fingertips are like sharkskin. So I’m having tea instead of coffee. I am eyeing the nice Guinness pub cans in my fridge, though, and the pint glasses I keep in the freezer. Hmm.
Weezer’s Raditude.
Weezer’s latest offering is playing on my computer right now: Raditude. My youngest brother hated it. I am really digging it, and I haven’t been wild about the stuff Weezer’s been putting out lately. This is the end of a long weekend, so I don’t have the energy or the desire for any in-depth review. Or anything.
I’m tired from running around and thinking about little else but Baby G. I bought Baby two giraffe toys at the Smithsonian last week. This kid is going to be spoiled. Mommy finished a very fine hand-knitted hat for Baby (and one for Daddy and one for Mommy also).
Purple blanket.
Being a good Baltimorean, Mrs. P., AKA Aunt Frankie, made a Ravens purple blanket for Little Z, AKA Zack Jr. This is him playing with Baby G.’s toy stash and enjoying the colorful rug in my living room last week. Also, rocking that purple blanket.
Little Z, by the way, said his first word that day: Dada.