b is for brodpose (pronounced something like brol-poseh), or bread bag, with bread! Ciabatta in this case. It was very yummy. This bag amuses me because it is also my favorite hat shape. Prior to knitting, I made a lot of fleece hats that have this basic shape, and my former warmest hat was a wool hat in this shape.
The wooly one is one made in Pakistan… remember all the Afghan rebels wearing these in the 1980′s? It is a butt-ugly color, and has been put away in favor of a knit hat… but I may overdye it. The fleece is one dh wears, but with the band just doubled as in the pic on the far right… makes him look like a Cossack.
(Hopefully I won’t get in any trouble for this picture…) I was reading Alice Starmore’s Fair Isle book, and in the beginning she writes about the history of the islands. There is a large picture of the herring boats at Lerwick harbor. It’s a very interesting picture… all the rigging on the boats, all the fish barrels on the dock, all the people working, women and men working side by side, what the women were wearing, and, wait, what is he looking at?
(portion of a picture from Alice Starmore’s Book of Fair Isle Knitting)
dh says some things never change.
b is also for bathrooms… ds had a friend over last night. Friend went into the bathroom as we were all going to bed (which though it is our big bathroom, is less than 5×7 and has a sliding door) and I heard a big crash and glass breaking. Leapt outta bed. Kid was fine, luckily he’d stepped into the bathroom before closing the door (sensible, eh?).
A piece of sheetrock about a foot by five fell down, knocking some pictures off the wall (thus the glass breaking). Our house is falling apart around us. The (sometimes leaking) bedroom ceiling is old, solid work that needs replacing. This is more recent (1980′s?) and not so solid work, that also apparently needs replacing.