On Friday night, Mr. Happy and I went to the esteemed Ms. Poppy-loo's birthday bash - Cupcakes and Karaoke! Here are just some of results of the cupcake decorating:
I would love to claim artistic rights to these amazingly decorated cupcakes, but alas, the moment I finished decorating mine, I stood over Poppy's sink and snorfed down the entire thing.
On Saturday, after a successful yardsale, I headed over to the Worldwide Knit in Public event at the Public Gardens. Henry was well received by the crowd. When he wasn't smooching Lynne, he was soothing Grace's tears:
He's considering a career in childcare, but I wonder who would leave him alone babysitting (seriously, hide the keys to the liquor cabinet).
On my way home, after watching Mr. Knit move a train, I came across this "lobster graveyard".
These poor crustaceans seem to have met an untimely end. (For those of you who are looking at this and thinking "What the heck?" - the lobster shells will help improve the soil.) Mike? That photo is for you - do you know where it is? (No hints, anyone - this is part of a challenge.)
This evening I jumped the neighbour's fence again to steal some rhubarb. I was hoping to make rhubarb jam tonight, but I don't have a pot big or deep enough to boil the jars. I also don't have a canning rack, so if anyone has one they can loan me, I'll give you lots of jam in return. I thought I had the whole thing under control (Dutch oven + cooling rack) but then discovered that I wouldn't be able to submerge the jars deep enough. Sigh.
A Saturday sky photo taken in the Dartmouth Commons yesterday - I was sprawled in the grass waiting for a cloud to roll by