Misfits, muffins, flowers and Haggard Hawks

Because of an impending visit from Handsome Son, and a great scarcity in the house of any little something, whole wheat walnut muffins showed up

Shortly before Misfits did, here last week's insulated bag for pickup and whatever they do next with it

Nice haul, though they'd run out of strawberries, too bad, I had plans for baking poptarts with strawberry jam, but another time.

Meanwhile lunch was a tuna melt. There will be a cauliflower cheese in my future, too. And today I'll be roasting that little chicken you saw last week, do there will be plenty of go-to no-planning food around. Always a good thing.

I expect readers all got the Haggard Hawks puzzle?

MONSOON

Some people have seen this one before, but new readers maybe not. Anyway, that's it and thank you for not giving it away.

And current reading while I'm finishing up First Ladies, is a bit of fluff from D E Stevenson

It's for when you need a break from serious writing like the books I've read lately. An amuse-bouche. Before I delve into the 1819 Project for my online book group.

Emma Mitchell has created another great arrangement, and gives us notes on what's in it.

Happy day everyone, spring equinox soon in this hemisphere, moving along so fast.

Textiles and Tea, recycling, peppermint and puddles

Textiles and Tea this week featured Sarah Gotowka, a hugely talented young dyer and weaver, interested in using her art as a way to understand trans racial adoptions and the influence of history on crafts 

Herself a Korean adopted by American parents, she has studied her Korean heritage, particularly in dyeing indigo. 

The Japanese occupation of Korea created a forced labor situation for Koreans in their indigo dyeing. There are parallels to the cruel history of indigo in the American South. 

I missed it online, because of the birthday shenanigans, and had to catch up on the recorded clunky Facebook page, but I did my bessiest for yer.  She's worth checking into.

And Gary, on the grounds of recycling, brought over nice little glass jars

 which I'm also interpreting as a broad hint to make jam and share it, his favorite of everything I make!

I made the warp for the next skirt panel, so happy to be doing it, despite the price my neck is now extorting.

You just can't be prudent about health all the time without going completely berserk from deprivation. Today I'll do some heddle threading. 

Yesterday aside from being a nice memory day, had its share of communication breakdowns, to wit

I noticed when I was over seeing to the fridge arrival, that the peppermint I planted over there long ago was flourishing, and I forgot to bring home a couple of plants.

So yesterday I asked handsome Son to bring a handful of peppermint over for me. I was thinking planting, meaning handful of plants with roots.  He assumed cooking, meaning handful of leaves, especially when I reminded him to identify it by pinching and sniffing. 

So he carefully picked a handful of leaves, making sure not to bring stems or roots.. I've put them in a saucer of water to see if I can get them to root. If not, I'll go over and yank a couple of plants out to start in a pot here.

And current lightweight reading is Miss Buncle's next adventure

And here's a little French girl after many of our hearts and certain dog friends, too

Happy day everyone, stick your neck out, ow!