chocolate mussolini

Dear Friends, I made a hat! For Alex, because he’s going to Canada. Being from Miami, he’s woefully hatless and unprepared, just like when he arrived in Minneapolis wearing only Bermuda shorts and Oakleys. Admire it, please. It’s not really that green-and-pink in person, or as pointy. It’s cute, I swear. Unlike the scarves I made, which when people inquire ...

Alright. Let me be the first to admit that this is one of those ‘hate what you fear becoming’ kinda things. I knew when I signed up for knitting class that I’d be spending time with a particular group of people with whom I had little in common. I see the knitting ladies at the coffeeshop all the time, so ...

OK. First of all, if you have the opportunity to go see Tamala 2010, you must do so. But whatever you do, don’t go sober. You won’t understand it at all. I still can’t decide if it’s a work of genius or complete crap, but that’s the beauty of it. Bertine swears I wasn’t the only one there in hysterics, ...

Friends: I stopped at Home Depot over lunch to buy nails. I walked past an old guy working in that aisle; he looked grumpy, so I didn’t ask him where to find the picture-hanging supplies. While I was standing at the other end of the aisle, I heard a crash and saw a display tipping over, and a couple employees ...