Why My New Hobby Rocks

I will make myself corsets. Lots of them.

Quirky but Benign

Yesterday, Calliope summed up our parents perfectly: "quirky but benign".

GHANA

My dad had left me a message asking for the name of my travel specialist. I later learned the reason: my parents have decided to go to Ghana in 6 weeks time. They have assured me that this is not a problem as there is a direct flight. What a relief!

Here is where Ghana is located, just in case you were wondering:


Why Ghana? Well, for the last two years, their parish has been home to a visiting priest from Ghana - Father Dominick - while he has been doing advanced studies at the seminary. In about a month, he will return to Ghana after a trip to Rome where Pope Benedict will be making him a Bishop. This is a huge source of pride for his community in Ghana, where his father is the Chief of the tribe. So, my parents and some other parishioners have been invited to accompany Fr. Dominick to Ghana for the festivities. So, they are planning on going.

After my initial freak-out about my parents going to Africa, here's what I learned about Ghana:

• English is the official language
• it was the first independent post-colonial black nation in sub-Saharan Africa
• it has a democratic government (politically stable for the last 20-25 years)
• about 69% of the population is Christian
• the country has natural resources such as gold (it was known as the Gold Coast during the colonial era), cocoa, timber, diamonds and other minerals, plus light crude oil was just discovered there, so it is not as poor as some other former colonies
• 1 US Dollar = 10,099.0 Ghanaian Cedi
• crime against tourists is usually limited to pick-pocketing, credit card fraud and the like

Since they will be looked after by the son of the tribal chief who is a newly minted bishop, I am less worried about that side of things - anything bad happening to them while they are there.

At this point, I would say that it is a 50/50 chance that they will actually go. I think that they may have their own freak-out after they visit the doctor and realize they need a Yellow Fever vaccination, along with Hep A & B, Meningitis, Rabies, Polio, and Typhoid. Oh, and they will have to take anti-malarial drugs while they are there. There is also some risk of dengue fever, leishmaniasis, river blindness, African sleeping sickness and schistosomiasis. No vaccines for those things. But there is a direct flight.

Fur-trimmed Possibilities

I have discovered the Garment District.

Obviously, its been there all along, just a few blocks from my office. But I've been too intimidated to shop there because the stores cater to the industry, and I am such a novice.

But Polyhymnia dragged me to Mood Fabrics last week. They suggested that I try some of the shops on 38th Street between 7th and 8th Ave for some notions that I needed. So I spent my lunch hour on Friday wandering up and down that block.

All I can say is: WOW. There is every kind if niche sewing store imaginable - a zipper store, a store that sells only spandex, ribbon stores, button specialists, and an embroidery store that specializes in button holes. Yes! Button holes. You simply bring in a garment and they make a professionally finished made-to-order hole while you wait. Who knew?

I went to a trimming store that had miles of fur, sequin and lace trim and I bought some black sequined trim to transform an aging pair of going-out pants into tuxedo pants. I'm already dreaming of the clothing and accessories I will adorn with fur trim. Why should my clothing ever be plain again?

Sequined trim for my pants

On Broccoli

After I posted about the amazing meal Phineas made last week with a little bit of help from me, I asked him to pen a guest post on his broccoli.

Before you ask, yes, it is so good that it deserves a post of its own. Somehow he manages to get the garlic brown and nutty, but not burnt, and the broccoli perfectly cooked and flavorful and also browned in a few places. I cannot replicate the results no matter how hard I try. Even when he coached me thru it, I didn't get it quite right and the house didn't smell nearly as good.

Anyway, my request - that he write up how he achieves his recipe - has lead to major writers block coupled with a broccoli cooking binge. He made his amazing broccoli on Friday:


Again on Monday:


And last night, too. (Sorry no photo from last night. I just couldn't photograph any more crunchy greens.)

But alas, no post.

Happy Year of the Rat!

According to the Chinese calendar, the year 4705 - the Year of the Rat or Mouse (the word is the same in Chinese) - begins tomorrow.


People born in the Year of the Rat are noted for their charm and intellect. They work hard to achieve their goals, acquire possessions, and are likely to be perfectionists. Their ambitions are big, and they are usually very successful.

Year of the Rat is a time of hard work, activity, and renewal. This is a good year to begin a new job, get married, launch a product or make a fresh start.

In Pieces

Last week I cut out all the fabric pieces for the clutch purse I'm making for Calliope. It really didn't look like it would - or could - transform into a purse. In fact, it looked more like a pile of scraps.

So, I wasn't feeling very optimistic when I began to assemble the purse yesterday. But by the end of the afternoon, I was about 1/3 done. And it's coming out better than I had hoped! Here is what I completed.

Think of it folded in half from top to bottom - ruffle on one side and flap pocket on the other - to get the idea of what it will ultimately look like from the outside.

Right now it is all just basted together, which is why there are many extraneous little threads, especially on the ruffle.

Look at my ruffle!

Next I will work on the inside and spine. And finally it will get a zipper and a wrist strap.

Aunt Clio to the Rescue!

Orpheus' teacher, Miss Margaret, suggested that the class celebrate his 5th birthday today. With mom Calliope in Detroit for job training, there was a cupcake crisis looming.

Since I had been thinking of taking a day or two off anyway, this seemed like the perfect excuse. So, Orpheus and I spent the afternoon in the kitchen. Four hours, three licked spoons, two gobbled gumdrops and one egg on the floor later we were done with our creation.

I allowed Orpheus to sample a ladybug. I hope he has a great class birthday.