Keeping Your Martinis Dry

cocktail umbrella shawlette by yours truly
madelinetosh tosh sock in 'grapefruit'

I'd like to introduce something to you that I've been working on for a while...  TheCocktail Umbrella Shawlette.

In keeping with my main alcoholic beverages theme (yes, I am indeed that clever... or fortunate that that I have a one-track mind) this shawlette is a celebration in little shawl form of that ubiquitous little paper drink accessory you find shading all your favourite exotic cocktails.  (I have to admit to liking them on non-exotic cocktails, too...  I find, for example, a cocktail umbrella balanced on the top of a pint of Guinness rather endearing, in a beauty and the beast kind of way...  But I digress.)  

Of those non-edible garnished for your alcoholic beverage of choice, none can come higher in the estimation of all (i.e. me) than the festive cocktail umbrella.  It adds fun and frivolity to the most austere of drinks (and now I'm picturing a traditional spot of sherry in an old-fashioned sherry glass, adorned with a bright paper umbrella...  I digress again.) and nothing else says 'this booze is FUN' any better than this little paper firework!

The Cocktail Umbrella Shawlette is made from the lace edging upward, and the body of the shawl is worked using short rows to give it that classic crescent shape. Adapted from my Piña Colada Socks and initially inspired by Barbara Walker's parasol lace, this shawlette is the perfect companion to watching the sun go down whilst sipping on your favourite cocktail!

So inspired was I by this little bit of yarny engineering, that I went straight on to make another one...  It took 4 days.  I may or may not have been obsessed.

april showers version
zagroda sock in 'gray'

424 little stitches, 6 rows in,
finished lace swirl,
short rows take shape, nearly done.

Considering this is my first attempt at putting a little shawl together, I have to say I'm pretty pleased with the results!  You must, if you have the time, take a peek at the other versions of this shawlette you can find on the pattern page (which I'll link to in a bit) as the colours my testers have chosen to make this are truly reminiscent of cocktail umbrellas - they look so festive and happy!

And because I am so proud of this little cracker, I'm offering it for €3 ($3.87, £2.55) until the end of June 2013 to all-comers, then will put it up to the actual price of €4 ($5.16, £3.40) after the month is up!  You can't say I'm not good to you! :)

You can find the Ravelry pattern page HERE, or if you want to cut out the middle man, you can click on the button below which will take you straight to paypal.  All mod cons here, you know!

To make this shawl you need: size 3.5.mm (US 4) and size 3.25 (US 3) circular or straight needles, 380 - 400 yards of fingering-weight yarn, strong thread or similar for lifelines (optional but recommended), and around 20 stitch markers.  The size is roughly 75" wingspan by 15" depth but it depends on how rigorously and aggressively you block it.  I blocked both of mine to create scallops on the top edge, but it's just as simple (if not more simple) to block it straight.  I liked the added tension on the lace created by the scallops, but YMMV!

(you can click on any of these photos for a larger look-see!)

A Shot In The Dark

b-52 sock by yours truly
schachenmayr nomotta regia uni solid 4-ply in
'borke', 'natur' and 'jaffa'

I believe it's about time a classic shot drink was immortalised in sock form, and the B-52 is perfect for the job!  Basically a layered shot cocktail comprising of coffee liqueur, Irish cream liqueur, and an orange liqueur, this little devil should, when prepared properly, separate into 3 distinct layers.  The B-52 Sock has layers, too - 3 cabled layers of stylised coffee beans, Irish knots, and orange segments running in nearly worked striped from a toe-up cast-on, up the foot and onto the leg, with an afterthought heel and round toe.

the top layer - orange liqueur - stylised  orange segments

the middle layer - irish cream liqueur - a simple irish knot

the bottom layer - coffee liqueur - stylised coffee bean

The cuff gives you two options - the first gives you a ribbed cuff that carries the pretty cabled separator up to the top, and the second is inspired by the Flaming B-52, where the top layer of the shot is ignited.  (If you wanted to truly make a Flaming B-52, you could add blue to the mix, as the flame burns blue!)  Both are equally suitable to be the top to such cute socks!

Of course, you don't need to stich to these three colours - there are many variations of the B-52 to inspire your colour choice, including (and here I quote Mr Wikipedia):

B-51: a B52 with hazlenut liqueur rather than orange liqueur.

B-52 with Bomb Bay Doors: A B52 with Bombay gin.

B-52 in the Desert, or a B-52 with a Mexican Tailgunner: a B-52 with tequila rather than Irish cream.

B-52 with a Full Payload: a B-52 with a 4th layer of hazelnut liqueur and a 5th layer of rum lit on fire.

B-52: a B52 with Sambuca rather than Irish cream.

B-54 - a B-52 with almond liqueur in place of orange liqueur.

B-55: a B-52 with absinthe rather than orange liqueur - also know as the B-52 Gunship

B57: a B-52 with peppermint schnapps instead of Irish cream..

And if that's all too much, then how about one colour throughout?  One of my testers made the whole sock in one colour, which adds a real wow factor to the cable designs themselves!  So really, the options are endless!

You can see all the other versions HERE, which links to the main pattern page on Ravelry, or alternatively you buy it by clicking on the button below which takes you straight to paypal!

And the price?  You can get this gorgeousness for only €3 (£2.57, $3.88).  Go on!  You know you need to!

The Joy Of Veg

"Nic has never before looked forward so much to a plate of roasted vegetables."

So I'm trying something new; something my sister recommended: the 5:2 Fast Diet. Now, I am the first person to admit to not liking diets; I was put on one when I was twelve years old (coincidentally around the same time Osgood Schlatter Disease started to raise its ugly head), and remember vividly seeing the diet sheet instructing us to feed me 'normal' portions, which were actually more than I was eating at home. Three fish fingers instead of my normal two, for example. (Why the fish finger amount sticks in my head to this day, I'm not sure, but they were tasty, and who were we to question the dietician?) It will come as no surprise that I put on a few pounds on this 'diet', heads were shaken, and I think I was just abandoned by the system because it didn't make sense, especially as away from 'help' I was eating the same amount, playing the same amount, living the same amount as my sister, who was sixteen months younger than me, and a polar opposite in body type.

Genes, people. Genes and obesity. It's a Thing. Not an excuse. But a reality that makes the fight to stay healthy a little more tricky than it could be for those of us who can trace large ancestors all the way down their family tree.

So I've avoided the whole diet thing for much of my life. I did try a shake-based thin-quick type for a while when I was still at school, but apart from being expensive, it was ineffective and (hind-sight and all that) hardly advisable for a growing teenager. The rest of the time I just had to get used to being the fat girl. If I was being very active I'd lose a little weight, if I was spending most of my time studying, I'd put it back on whilst still staying at the obese level of overweight. Genetics + energy in - energy out = me.

So when my sister suggested this intermittent fasting diet, she managed to make it sound more like a change of pace, as opposed to an actual limiting diet, and something that could be done over a long period of time instead of the short, sharp shock of a restrictive regime.

You know, I think if you want to lose weight, or become healthier, or change anything about yourself at all, you need to know some basic facts about yourself. What makes you tick. What turns you off. How a different set of parameters can set you off in different ways. And I think the most important thing is to realise that what works for you might not work for me, and vice versa. If bodies and genetics were all the same, then yes, we'd all need to do the same thing to shift ten pounds, but as close as we all become when taken to basic human DNA whatever level, just looking around a room will show you that no two people are alike, and surely by that standard alone we can presume that our bodies process the input and output of calories in tiny, but just as equally different ways?

And once our brains join in the game?

So, I know my head doesn't work well with short-term diet sheets and fear of punishment from a grown-up if I don't lose weight. I do, however, work well with long-term projects, and routine, and this is why I decided to give this 5:2 thing a try.  

Which is why I'm salivating over a plate of roasted vegetables. Five hundred calories is all you're allowed for your fast day which can be used in any way you see fit. Two hundred of my five hundred went on lunch, eighty went on a biscuit with a cup of herbal tea this afternoon, (because I could - hell, you could have one cupcake with frosting worth five hundred calories for the day if you wanted, although I doubt it would be recommended...) and the rest has been made up with roast carrots, red pepper, courgette, and beetroot. I used myfitnesspal online to track the calories, which is jolly handy for working out your intake if you use it correctly. I add a little pinch of salt to the 'calories used' part, but on the whole it looks like it could be a useful piece of kit to have in my weight loss tool bag.

Talking of adding a pinch of salt, my roasties are calling my name!

Holey Name-Day, Batman!

"Nic has tonight achieved something that she can safely say she has never before achieved in the whole of her :: coughty-cough :: years on earth...

She wore through her sports gear."

Of course the bigger question is: why on earth am I working-out on my birthday?

No Pain, No Gain

"Nic has now lost both resistance bands to the rigours of Wiixercise. RIP orange and green bands, you served her well.

(Except for those chinese burns, and that welt when the green decided to split mid-shoulder press and that self-inflicted punch just now from the orange finally breaking...  Actually, good riddance.)"

You know the type I mean, right? The long, flat, stretchy strips of latex, not the long, tubular, stretchy strings of probably latex too that have the added eye-blackening properties of handles on the end. I can imagine the latter would give you a hell of a lot more of a whip-like lashing should it wear out mid-use. Going by past experience I can at least guarantee it would give me a whip-like lashing should it wear out mid-use.

You use the bands much like you use hand weights. There's a slight change of emphasis in how they're held, but they can target the same muscles, plus you have the added resistance between your hands (or feet) that isn't possible to replicate with two separate weights. They're great for strength training, and are less likely that a hand weight to disturb your downstairs neighbours should you lose your grip and let it go. They're more likely to give you red stripe down your cheek or shoulder, but less likely to break your foot. All-in-all they're a handy addition to your workout tool-kit, but I'd always advise the wearing of hockey masks, balaclavas, or Teflon-coated full body armour, especially if the bands are getting a little old. But that might just be me...