Hooker, or domestic diva?

A girl can be both, can't she? ;-)

When my Shetland sheep started seducing me into spinning, I first made myself relearn to knit after a 35-year hiatus. (No point in creating yarn if you don't know what to do with it, right?) I had learned to crochet as a child, too, but thought I remembered liking knitting better. Fast forward a couple years to a pretty little cardigan that a friend asked me to knit. She knits a little but mostly crochets, so she thought the pattern too challenging to try herself. When I looked over the pattern, I saw that it was finished with crochet. I told my friend I'd probably let her do that part. Well, I got to "that part" last week, and couldn't resist the desire to "do it all myself." Onto the trusty internet I went to learn what the various stitches and abbreviations meant, and proceeded to crochet the collar to the body, add a pichot edge to the collar, trim the front edges and add button loops. Today I sewed on the buttons.It's probably not enough crocheting to warrant calling myself a hooker, but I'm pretty pleased with myself anyway!

As for the domestic diva part, I made a cannerful of applesauce today, and have enough sauce left over for an applesauce cake for supper. I'm going to try a caramel icing, since I don't have any cream cheese on hand.

Speaking of divas, while I was working in the kitchen I switched on public broadcasting for something to listen to and happened upon a re-broadcast of "Chess in Concert" with Josh Groban, Idina Menzel and Adam Pascal. Wow! I absolutely loved what I heard and saw!

That's it for now from . . .