Yes, it's pretty, but SERIOUSLY! My normally 30-35 minute commute took (deep breath) TWO and a HALF HOURS yesterday! It was all fine and dandy until I got to 280. For those of you out of the TC metro, 280 is the detour for 35W since the bridge collapse. Although I've never seen it too congested, this was the traffic jam to end all traffic jams. Why can't I just take public transit like the rest of the tree huggers? Why do I have to work in the middle of the god-forsaken suburbs? This seriously is the only time I have ever thought that living in the suburbs might be nice. How depressing.
In unrelated news, as a follow-up to my last post, the Bailey's truffles turned out awesome. Everyone gobbled them up, and Brook keeps asking when I'm making more. I have the ingredients ready to go, but with the s*@#^y traffic I've experienced in the last couple days, when I get home, the last thing I want to do is spend the evening in the kitchen covered in melted chocolate.
Esposo and I have been invited to a holiday party at some General Mills bigwig's house next Friday. General Mills is one of his clients, and the others in his company who work on these projects are going to be there, too. The house is in Minnetonka or Minnetrista or something, so I'm sure it will be hella nice. We're all supposed to bring an item of food, and--get this-- it's supposed to be made with Betty Crocker or other GM products. I'm reminded of that episode of The Office when Michael and Jan go to the boss's house for a holiday party. Of course, Michael brings potato salad, even though it is horribly out of place among the fancy catered food. I miss that show. Totally ready for some new episodes already. Anyway, back to the Betty Crocker situation. So I think I'll make this Bailey's bundt cake that I have made for St. Paddy's on occasion. Now it's looking like I won't cook or bake anything unless it has booze in it! I am such a cooking-lush. The cake it totally yummy, though, with a Bailey's glaze and chopped pecans on top. Yum. Plus, this party will give me an excuse to wear the most adorable winter-white, sequin and bead-embellished pants that I only get to wear once a year around this time.
In needle news: I've begun and finished a couple knitting projects recently, too. First was a cute hat with earflaps and kitty ears that one of my siblings will be finding in her stocking this Christmas. I also bought some new variegated purple-blue-green wool that is going into some simple hats for various female in-laws... I've had a soft pink Nashua wool-alpaca blend scarf on the needle for a while, and it's about time to get that finished, too. I'm also super excited to try my first sweater. Not for an adult, and not a difficult pattern. I have a hard time rationalizing knitting an entire adult-sized sweater. First of all, it would cost at least $70, which I could use to buy a perfectly adorable number at J. Crew. (A green one? Argyle? Cardigan? God, I need to go shopping soon.) Second, it would take me forever, and finally, I would probably eff it up so much that I would become teary and frustrated.
So the sweater I am making is a baby-sized ribbed shrug and matching cap in pale pink. NO, it's not for any baby that
I'm expecting, you nosy so-and-so's; it's for a friend. The pattern and megasoft merino wool are from
Cleckheaton. I will post a picture soon.
