Ladybugs & Yarn

There’s a place along Highfield Street that sells the biggest brownies in the universe. I put it next to my hand for size comparison purposes:

It’s also delicious… soft and chocolatey and even still a little oven-warm. Mmm. I cut it into four normal-sized brownies and have put three away for later/tomorrow.

I went for a walk today in a part of the city with which I’m not familiar; it’s full of beautiful old houses and huge oak trees and centre-square parks. There are a couple of tiny restaurants, and a couple of martial arts schools, but other than that it’s almost exclusively residential. The trees are all red and gold now, so it’s the perfect time of year to go walking through pretty neighbourhoods. I should have brought my camera.

While I was walking along and wishing I had my camera, I stumbled across Cricket Cove, a beautiful little yarn shop. I don’t know how I didn’t know it existed before. I fell in love immediately, and it pleases me greatly that I’ve found a local source for brands like Rowan, Opal, Brown Sheep, Araucania–ones that I’ve only been able to get through the internet thus far. There was one ball of sock yarn that had to come home with me:

It’s such a bright, happy green. I’m thinking that I might knit a pair of Tidal Wave socks with it, which may be only about my third time using the recommended yarn for a pattern.

I’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks why the Elmwood TH never called me back about the part-time job application I sent in (I was going to check on it–all sorts of things can happen), but I’ve decided it must have been fate. I noticed a “Part-Time Help Wanted” sign in the window of a fabulous little place today, so I’m going to print off my resume, cross my fingers, and call on Monday.

Randomly, making soap always makes me feel a bit like an alchemist.