new bed set

Ever since we moved to the new place, Jer's been pushing to get a king size bed (we had a queen). I finally caved and the bed set finally arrived. It's pretty. :)

Here's one guy literally carrying the mattress up our ridiculously long and steep driveway to the house.

 Mattress in place and Jer and Lappi breaking it in.

The cats like it just fine.

ear worm

I saw a recipe the other day for waffles with pancetta and cinnamon in them and was considering making them. I had bacon in the freezer that I could use instead of the pancetta. Then, the other night, Jer clicked on a link and what I heard got well and truly stuck in my head and cemented my waffle making intentions. Here's how you do:

1: loop this over and over in your head. jingle that will ruin your life.

2: fry up some chopped-up bacon (and try not to eat it all).

3: mix up some waffle batter.

4: add in what remains of the bacon pieces.

5: waffle!

6: devour! (drown in butter and syrup, if you're Jer)

 

7: repeat!

We made up some with just the bacon in it, and then added cinnamon to the remaining batter.

 

 

They were still good.

Overall, while eating the bacon pieces was delicious, I don't think adding the bacon to the waffles made that much difference. Maybe I should have used some bacon grease in the batter instead of the oil called for? I don't know. I mean, the waffles were good, but basically just waffles. Adding the cinnamon made them smell amazing while they cooked, but still didn't alter the flavour that much. But that's okay. We still had fun. Enjoy that link. :)

The first step

So the other night I decided it was time I organized my yarn. I have several bins of yarn, I'm sad to say, and it's all jumbled up based, primarily, on when I got it. So I pulled out all the bins to start organizing.

As I kept looking, I kept finding more bins of yarn. What the heck? I even have a couple boxes of yarn that was my mother's.

I decided the best way to go about sorting through the yarn was to dump it all out and make piles and then put it back away in the bins.

I dumped and dumped and dumped. This picture doesn't even show it all, as I found and dumped another bin after taking the pic. I didn't dump out the yarn from my mother, as it's old and smells funny, so I'll leave it to itself for now.

I sorted the yarn out and ended up with a pile of plastic bags and four bins of yarn: one with wool/wool blends, one with fingering weight and my "nice" yarn, one with "nice" acrylic, and the last with the crappy acrylic and random novelty yarn. So now I'm attempting what's known in the trade as a "stash-down". Because all the yarn is my stash, and I'm trying to stash bust to get rid of a goodly bit of it. I mean, I think I may have a problem, but admitting it is the first step to overcoming, right?