I woke up Wednesday morning (the first day of my "weekend") with a wicked pancake craving, so, armed only with my wits, a vegan cookbook and a spatula, I made these little beauties.
Mmmmm, vegan pancakes. Topped with vanilla soy yogurt and berries (frozen, hence the vivid purple color) and accompanied by fake bacon, since I wanted some salt to go with my sugar. Intense amounts of numminess, and a rather odd and alarming continuation of a recent trend. All recent evidence to the contrary, I am severely cooking-skills-deprived. It was only recently that I figured out if I don't make food, no food will appear. Don't ask me how I survived until now. I think it was sheer dumb luck.
Crusoe socks, finished! I didn't even need to be sat on.
The larval beginnings of a pair of socks for the Best Roommate Ever.
My mom's socks have two toes and a heel! Yay for progress and speedy mindless stockinette!
I finished one sleeve of the Branching Fern shrug. (I made the pattern up out of my head, with a little help from Barbara Walker, and for the time being, it's going well.) Modeled with a recent purchase, one of my very favorite shirts, which I then tried to take a picture of in the bathroom mirror . . .
forgetting that if you take a picture of words in a mirror, they will be backwards. D'oh! Attempt #2:
Much better. And so very true. Need one of your own? Here. (I especially like the bumper sticker.)