Mossy Cottage Knits

Say "Cheese!"

We’re so disappointed in the results of the Brie vote, we’re not sure we can go on. We feel faint. We’re seeing spots before our eyes. The room is spinning...

The results of the vote as of sometime o’clock this morning:

Total number of votes: 171, which broke down as follows:

• 88 (51.2 %) sorely gustatorily mistaken people voted for eating the rind of Brie.


• 46 (27.1%) charming, bright and enlightened people with very good taste voted against.


• 22 (12.9%) people—my favorite group of voters—eat Velveeta and think I’m a pretentious twit.


• 15 (8.8%) know from marmot.

For the Brie-rind-eaters, TMK and I are now planning a party where we serve nothing but endless bowls of mold Brie rind. No Brie, just rind. And fermented mare’s milk. For everyone else, we’re planning a party at which we will serve perfectly warmed, rindless Brie on fresh, light, crisp crackers; Velveeta on slightly stale crackers; marmot shish kebabs and, for no other reason than that we just saw “Sideways,” lots of pinot noir.

I was a leetle concerned, however, that there seemed to be a feeling that I, as some sort of sadistic jailhouse matron, was preventing TMK from eating Brie rind. To clarify, she hates it more than even I do. When I remove Brie rind, to bring the...er...“naked” Brie up to her standards, I have to dig into the microscopic folds in the Brie to remove even the faintest suggestion of rind. That, or watch her wrinkle her nose at it, pick petulantly at it with her index finger, pout, and frown accusingly at me up from under her eyebrows.

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I take birthdays, and particularly birthday-gift-giving, very seriously but nothing I gave TMK this year—not the clothing, not the woodworking book, not the gardening-tool organizer, not the gift certificates—could begin to compare to this:

If you read Robbyn’s blog, it may look familiar. Yep, it’s a light saber spoon from a box of cereal. In fact, it’s the light saber spoon, Robbyn’s light saber spoon dug out from the bottom of Robbyn's box of cereal by Robbyn.

When, via an email or a comment, I don't remember which, Robbyn learned that TMK coveted her spoon, she packed it up and mailed it to me in time for me to present it to TMK for her birthday. When TMK opened the box and discovered her Holy Grail nestled in the packing peanuts, she let out a hoop and holler, flung herself back on the couch with delight, and proceeded to laugh herself red in the face. This was immediately followed by her turning on the spoon, grasping the "hilt" in both hands and spending the next fifteen minutes swooping it through the air and making that humming/whooshing sound the light sabers make. (Did I tell you TMK is 42 going on, oh, 9? I didn't mind particularly, though, because this humming was a vast improvement over what happened when we went to the Alpacapalooza.) Later that night we took it outside when we accompanied Frankie out for her nightly constitutional and pretended it was lighting our way out to the far corners of the yard. Then came the inevitable photo session...

The spoon blazing in all of its laser-like glory:

Making creative use of the hallway mirror to pretend we are dueling another spoon to the death:

Thank you, Robbyn. Who knew that a plastic spoon could be this frickin' entertaining!

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Speaking of photographs, such a strange occurrence.

We sent this camera to the shop to be fixed:

And it came back looking like this!

Wha’ happened? Actually, the truth is I was too impatient to wait for the old camera to get fixed so Mr. Credit Card and I paid a little visit to the camera store... Feralites, Guilders, knitting friends, e-friends, bosom buddies, acquaintances, beware; this little puppy is small enough to go anywhere and, at 7.1 megapixels, powerful enough to photograph even the smallest nostril hair. You have been warned.

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You didn't really think I'd make it to the end of today's posting without mentioning Dulaan, did you? For the last few months I've beaten you over the head with this project until your ears bled, and then you think I would just stop?! Oh, how you underestimate my commitment to this project, ye doubters!

Here, courtesy of my spiffy new camera, a photo of the finished "All-Over Two-Colored Patterned Watch Cap."

And here the neato-keeno top of the "All-Over Two-Colored Patterned Watch Cap."

Due to...er..."user error," the hat came out big, definitely for a large adult, but I'm very happy with it.

Tune in on Wednesday, Dulaaners, when I will have a photo and story for you from Cuzzin Tom that will pierce you to the core and have you plying those needles doubly fast...

And, lastly, a big "hello" to new reader Joy from North Carolina, who spent two weeks going back and reading every Mossy Cottage entry. Joy, you certainly know the way to a blogmistress's heart! Welcome!

Posted by Ryan at April 18, 2005 11:31 AM