My new sneakers arrived (mentioned previously), which allowed me to walk further. I have decided that although neutrals are good for street shoes, I like my athletic shoes to be as bright as possible. No sleek sneaks for me. Or maybe I've just finally accepted that I'll never be sleek and therefore don't have to worry about it. There is a certain freedom in that, much like the freedom that came with accepting that my Uncle Dick may have been right and I'll never have style. If I'll never have "it" whatever "it" is, I don't have to worry about "it".
What a relief.
It was bitterly cold on Wednesday. And although I don't really like bitter cold, it gave me a rare opportunity to wear a favorite Icelandic-style sweater I knit long ago, in the late 1990's. This sweater is knit in thick brushed cashmere, not an original idea, as I was inspired by similar cashmere sweaters in one of the French RTW collections. I don't remember the details, which is one of the reasons I originally started a knitting blog. Even though I had doubts about whether or not I'd ever have the opportunity to wear this sweater in Knoxville, and it is not really my colors, I still love it.
I also started baking again this week. Even though I somewhat underestimated how much time I needed, the process of baking was thrilling and invigorating. Sharing something delicious with others is always good. I made two carrot cakes. The first was a test. But it was still delicious, with only minor tweaks necessary, that were more related to presentation than taste. It is not quite traditional, as it has a French Meringue buttercream instead of cream cheese frosting. But delicious nonetheless. Both cakes disappeared. And I forgot to take a picture until the very end.
We got some more snow on Friday, and it was snowing when we took our morning walk. I love the sense of quiet and peace of snowfall. We walked and romped and played a bit in the snow, me pretending to be a small dog, squatting and kneeling as we jumped and fluffed snow in each other's faces. Tikka accidently slipped into a small dip in the grass and ended up covered, as she got up and shook the snow out of her fur she slipped and slid a few inches, wide-eyed, discovering the joy of the taste of snow, and the excitement of prancing in clouds of fluff. I think we both enjoyed the snuggle upon coming in even more, me with a cup of coffee, Tikka wrapped in a towel in my lap.
Alas the snow is no more and the weekend shall be busy. But there is always time for a cuddle and a cup of coffee.
