Dave said yesterday that he really liked the fugly rainbow blanket. I think that it is, well, fugly. Don't get me wrong. I like rainbows as much as the next person. What's not to like. That magical arc in the sky, bright colours, mythic pots of gold. I really like colour. But I don't like feeling like it has assaulted me. Enter "the rainbow scarf".
This was one of the first things that I wove after the first glut of kids. I hadn't woven anything in about 5 or 6 years and had forgotten a lot of things. After weaving a well executed but boring shawl, next up was the much more interesting rainbow scarves. I used crochet cotton that was variegated rainbow. I lined up the rainbow colours and made stripes and separated them with black. I was rather pleased with the results. I hadn't realized that I still had one of these scarves left, but I do. It is not as soft and supple as I like, but I am going to put it up on the block and see if there are any takers. The detail picture colours are a bit washed out.
And today is my birthday. To all of those of you out there that are worried that it is the 6th day of the 6th month of the 6th year of the twenty first century, I say "pooh!" Don't spoil my birthday with talk of world destruction and all of that ...stuff.
We are having a friend from out of town over for supper tonight and on the menu are hors deurves and wine. Jalapino corn bread, mushrooms and pimentos in puff pastry, spinach and feta filo triangles, and a asparagus, mushroom, sundried tomato concoction that I made up which is going in both puff pastry and filo to see which works better. Then I am being stolen by Liz and Kate and we are heading out for a beer at the pub. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, you will know it is because I am hiding under my pillow.