Many thanks to Emma for telling me about eggs and shitake mushrooms. We agreed that 200 eggs a day isn’t feasible, and Evan is calling in a family favour to ask his cousin (a Naturopath) to find veg friendly D.
And also to Mary-Helen and Sandra. It’s wonderful to have a nurse in the family!
No pictures, because I am a bad blogger, but last night was REALLY FUN.
It was Andrews birthday on thursday and last night we went to Ya Habibi in Newtown to celebrate. It was an intimate group of rowdies, and a good time was had by all. Emma knew the belly dancer, so I fulfilled my dream of seeing her dance before she leaves, and Andrew shook his Ya Ya’s for all he was worth. Good times.
A million years ago, Emma went to Melbourne, and bought some VERY PINK yarn. Check the sidebars, you’ll get the idea…. She started to knit some lace, and then we never saw it again. Nothing suss – that girl usually has a few dozen projects on the needles, and she only brings “easy” stuff to the pub. Of course, Emma’s idea of easy would make most of us quake in our very large boots, but Emma is not afraid of a challenge. Unless, of course, it is a challenge preceded by alcohol intake. So the complicated stuff stays at home, and we only see her knitting insane fair isle, and endless circular lace, and lace socks – you know, easy stuff….
But last night, she brought out the pink laceweight. In a gift bag. With my name on it.
Some yarns, like Jussi’s Scarf, can tell people what they want to be. Apparently this yarn told Emma who wanted to come and live with.
I am astounded by it’s cleverness, but even more so by Emma’s thoughtfulness and generosity, and general wonderfulness. She is leaving, but she has left me with such a special gift, I will always have a little bit of Emma to wrap myself in, and remember the confidence she has given me over the years.
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