By the Light of the Silvery Moon, I Like to Spoon

Sunday was my 9th anniversary with the company. Next year I get to pick out something from the anniversary catalogue. For my 5th anniversary, I chose a tasteful pair of CZ earrings. [No, I am not being ironic, or oxymoronic.] For next year, I’m looking at either a fancier DVD player than the one I own, plus four small surround speakers, or a stainless flatware set. One of the two patterns offered in the catalogue is quite similar to my yard-sale flatware, so I emailed the link to myself at home, entirely forgetting that I keep a knife, a fork, and a spoon in my desk at work.

It was that kind of a day.

Once I got home last night, I made my comparison and realized that the patterns are similar, and compatible, but not identical. Then I got curious as to the name of my pattern. [It’s not stamped into the back of my spoons. But the brand is. It’s 1881®Rogers®Stainless by Oneida, Ltd., and the pattern is “Bittersweet”, also known as “Repose”.] And yes, of course it’s discontinued, but it’s available on eBay. I’m watching a couple of auctions as we speak.

Much packing-of-the-boxes last night. I just kept going and going and going, like the Energizer Bunny, until I ended up with this.



And this.



And an empty pantry.



That was my goal for the evening, to empty the pantry. Problem was, I couldn’t seem to wind down for the night. I was riding that endorphin high until nearly midnight.

But before that, I had a surprise visit by Fourthborn and Fiancé just before dusk. They were practicing with their bikes. And when that was over, they came back and took the two bookcases that I most wanted to get rid of and carried them over to their apartment.



Fiancé told me what he wants for his birthday this summer. He wants me to go with him when he gets his next tattoo. I don’t have to watch. He just wants my company. So that will make *two* trips to the tattoo parlor within the past twelve months, neither time on my own account. I’ll take my knitting, and maybe I’ll even do a Harlot-esque portrait of Sock-with-Tattoo-Artist. Or not.

My eight squared bowls arrived yesterday. In a box with a severely mashed corner, notwithstanding the FRAGILE carefully printed on each side of the box. I took a picture, but it included the list where I keep track of people’s comings and goings, so I deleted it. The bowls were mummified in bubble wrap and thus unscathed. Pictures later; I have one more box of these dishes coming. And my mandoline. And then, I hope, I am done with eBay for awhile.

And yes, there was actual knitting progress. Just not as much as I’d hoped. I give you three completed repeats on the Flared Lace Smoke Ring. I’ll make my last decrease on the next round, and after that it’s a nice easy canter to the finished length of 18”. I think I will actually put in a lifeline at the end of what I think will be the next-to-last repeat, in case I run out of yarn before I run out of repeat.



My goal for after Knit Night tonight, is to empty out the ginormous box that has been half-blocking the entry to the kitchen since we moved in last September, decant the contents into several smaller boxes, and refill it with all the wire shelving and organizers that won’t fit anywhere else.

I can sleep when I’m dead, right?