tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-273955542024-03-13T12:59:28.879-05:00Joanie loves tchotchkeMartha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-74617109125393627942007-08-21T08:12:00.000-05:002007-08-21T08:20:16.746-05:00pauseOh. Hello. You still here? Looming, with baited breath for a new appearance?<br /><br />Things have been busy around these parts.<br /><br />I found out several months ago that my current company would be closing the end of August. I have found a new, super totally fantastic position with one of our clients that I am ridiculously excited about, though won't start there until the end of September. <br /><br />But in the meantime... end of August? Hello? How do you spell 10 days away? It turns out there is a lot of work to do to close a business after 10+ years. Holy hell.<br /><br />So on the rare days when work hasn't been beating me down, I've been busy playing music, knitting and trying to enjoy the few days of summer left. And pining for a good set of power tools with which to demolish my kitchen and bathroom, but well, one step of crazy at a time, huh?<br /><br />XMartha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-91908639692474392542007-07-17T09:54:00.001-05:002007-07-17T10:14:39.947-05:00TorontoMy husband and I spent the past weekend in Toronto, childless (thanks again to my wonderful in laws...). My <a href="http://trocadero.net/">band</a> played up there for a fan-sponsored event for the <a href="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com">machinima series</a> we do music for.<br /><br />The people there we so great and fun to meet. A lot of kids came a very long way to be at the event, and to hear us play. England. Australia. Iraq. I'm still trying to find words to describe how great it was to meet every one of them. We brought a few CDs, rough mixes and live recordings and such, as a preview of the album we're working on. We sold every one of them, and some of people even paid more than the 15$ we were asking.<br /><br />I signed T-Shirts, CDs, an iPod, someone's arm and had my picture taken with about 50 different people. It was such an intense outpouring of support for our band and I've never experienced anything like it.<br /><br />Here are some pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-FNo1f09eKyVy5LFRLwnct1aQOejPOcOelO0so2UALwNjZngBhRBtAFQY7b9SNq8QlmQhEO1C_L8cQV1_GmeXER-hX9p5Fuu0Dqqc1CiYpM5SPxY4pkvKBdUFJeU13PHmhj9gg/s1600-h/trocadero1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-FNo1f09eKyVy5LFRLwnct1aQOejPOcOelO0so2UALwNjZngBhRBtAFQY7b9SNq8QlmQhEO1C_L8cQV1_GmeXER-hX9p5Fuu0Dqqc1CiYpM5SPxY4pkvKBdUFJeU13PHmhj9gg/s320/trocadero1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182409879496066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iR8BanWXYYqCTuvn0nmMhoHHLLsKJ6dWs_JkuiQdpj37NMT8HwyRI4DRCZne_pK1OnXgI7aMcN1i6WCDCmG4bUnu6R1UyiWtHJ4Zlm82Q8Tlalu82nQfs9FF9f_mlS6bPBAneA/s1600-h/MeSpace090.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlaJCQHDJkBsi_txtL52Sc4w7bcDBioeWVtp96JudFVB_0N64AYWyDTlg6UYypfWzXNCK88AvlMd0XjBL1YgjFXOue-7zHByEF6OOkVrJUnlwlouIg_dNs286aGz9iUq9j0skpg/s320/MeSpace085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182044807275842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4Foo_U1aWVABSK6gWD97HMPQOjLRIeYyFiys0LYgo_VYgvG_teAGaVhNmI4HL3cEm4nUbKiamRu0EX3h9M5lsPXGM73i73GFbE5N9DTsNz-lqsQgpDbDh-d1y9N3nvp6G0nwAA/s1600-h/MeSpace099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4Foo_U1aWVABSK6gWD97HMPQOjLRIeYyFiys0LYgo_VYgvG_teAGaVhNmI4HL3cEm4nUbKiamRu0EX3h9M5lsPXGM73i73GFbE5N9DTsNz-lqsQgpDbDh-d1y9N3nvp6G0nwAA/s320/MeSpace099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182049102243154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9hhMC4RrfuU62_c5YXpcKKgSjPtZ_8Vv_hPhm_Y3KTf-NDscWvQv823WqaZl1AQuweGxLSlZmtsGNGRJgXSrDiKdbUb2L9luceYm5lM6q1-u2eDJkTO9sAaCI9LfUou7HIlTQA/s1600-h/MeSpace104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9hhMC4RrfuU62_c5YXpcKKgSjPtZ_8Vv_hPhm_Y3KTf-NDscWvQv823WqaZl1AQuweGxLSlZmtsGNGRJgXSrDiKdbUb2L9luceYm5lM6q1-u2eDJkTO9sAaCI9LfUou7HIlTQA/s320/MeSpace104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182053397210466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwbegqS3Apb5RWu9C-VYHvmrNMROreVi_gwGHA9VnlFi3prHuOKAFuTV-lttCrO5yh2FxFN7YP5aydRLKK3Nm-WqM6jVzIcQuazjeZNMVpux0kQn_ut-nj3dPxPFtUqonTtnE1Q/s1600-h/MeSpace110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwbegqS3Apb5RWu9C-VYHvmrNMROreVi_gwGHA9VnlFi3prHuOKAFuTV-lttCrO5yh2FxFN7YP5aydRLKK3Nm-WqM6jVzIcQuazjeZNMVpux0kQn_ut-nj3dPxPFtUqonTtnE1Q/s320/MeSpace110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088182057692177778" /></a><br /><br />In other news, my son is potty trained (thanks to all that is holy) and turned 3 two weeks ago. There was cake, there are pictures, and they will be coming here soon.<br /><br />And apparently I don't knit anymore. Or at least for right now. Though there is a sale at <a href="http://circles-salon.com">Circles</a>, so this won't last long.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-30964432576833502672007-06-29T18:35:00.000-05:002007-06-29T18:40:46.715-05:00Black SheepAnd now for a brief musical interlude*:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUea81HVWY8"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUea81HVWY8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object><br /><br />My boy will be three on Tuesday.<br /><br />He has discovered the joy in relentless repitition of cute little songlets until they make you lose your mind.<br /><br />...just like his momma.<br /><br /><br /><br />* please excuse the poor lighting and camera techniqueMartha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-29242231235971449472007-06-25T09:25:00.000-05:002007-06-25T09:36:21.387-05:00Friday July 6th<a href="http://www.myspace.com/trocadero"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Trocadero</span></a> will be playing at the <a href="http://www.lizardloungeclub.com/main.html">Lizard Lounge</a> in Cambridge MA on Friday the 6th.<br /><br />We'll be playing with:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bitters</span> - beautiful and atmospheric and there first ever live performance. 9:00.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/angelinemusic"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Angeline</span></a> - Awesome. Just really an awesome group of musicians. 10:00<br /><br />We'll go on last at 11:00. Please come early to make sure you don't miss any of these great bands. Plus my lovely and talented sister in law Cheryl plays with both Bitters and Angeline. I hear there may be costume changes.<br /><br />If you go to the club's web site, you should be able to pre-order tickets for 8$ each. Otherwise the charge will be 10$ at the door.<br /><br />Thanks!Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-25411069456742319372007-06-16T20:40:00.000-05:002007-06-16T20:43:44.598-05:006 yearsHappy anniversary to my sweet old man.<br /><br />I love you.<br /><br />And thank you for my beautiful presents and the dinner which will just help to make me very much fatter for the next year we spend together.<br /><br />You've been warned.<br /><br />X<br /><br />MarMartha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-30905866043166725772007-06-05T15:10:00.000-05:002007-06-05T15:11:59.736-05:00Love and rapid healingTo the dear, sweet, beautiful and oh so strong <a href="http://unringingthebell.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/06/awe.html">Georgia and family</a>.<br /><br />We love you guys.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-31908226253567529112007-05-30T10:08:00.000-05:002007-05-30T10:25:39.045-05:00Away from the camera....but there will be great things posted here soon-ish.<br /><br />1. Some knitting stuff, because I knit. All the time. Though you wouldn't know it from all this husband and music banter.<br /><br />2. My boy. Because he is getting big. And more awesome. My mother-in-law just gave him a hair cut (she called me first for permission, because she is thoughtful about things like that), and it is the cutest thing ever. It may even cause a few less "she's" when strangers refer to him.<br /><br />3. My garden. And by "garden" I mean a wooden half barrel on my deck where I am refusing to let tomatoes and basil die, try as they might. Three years of motherhood HAS to have fostered that nurturing gene, yes?<br /><br />4. Many other wonderous and intriguing things. I'm sure.<br /><br />Things have been pretty durned busy in the Williamses's household. Jared is poised to start his Fabulous New Job, so therefore we are about to become remarkably wealthy and I will take on airs. I have been working on a new record with <a href="http://www.trocadero.net/">Trocadero</a>, despite an apparent bout with laryngitis (nice timing on that one, my friend.). The boy is about to turn 3, so Ridiculous Birthday Shenanigans are being planned. I have been busy at work and becoming masterful at CS3 (and have taken to playing around with Photoshop on my off hours. As such:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7cA91VAUzxJoOCKbzyu0yUfP8_4BS5HoA-MEdz4Fa5f5It3fSEYXnha3YI1-8_2H2nSQZZIsSXSuXtm2gs2rqB0JK2xvKizSvujl6TDzwginxWW18Cq-wpZ0h_q5LaLEp0QKoQ/s1600-h/Avatar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7cA91VAUzxJoOCKbzyu0yUfP8_4BS5HoA-MEdz4Fa5f5It3fSEYXnha3YI1-8_2H2nSQZZIsSXSuXtm2gs2rqB0JK2xvKizSvujl6TDzwginxWW18Cq-wpZ0h_q5LaLEp0QKoQ/s400/Avatar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070373656092946210" /></a><br /><br />I call it: Introspection and Apocalypse.)<br /><br />And I just mistakenly washed my already beaten up copy of Lost Horizon by James Hilton with my bed sheets. That's right. An entire book. In the washing machine.<br /><br />Egad.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-58026903477611299362007-05-25T10:56:00.000-05:002007-05-25T11:04:29.313-05:00Stage Presence?It appears that our band has been nominated for Best Stage Presence in a local band category on WBZ.com's (a Boston Television/Radio station) "A-List."<br /><br />If you'd like to vote, go <a href="http://wbztv.cityvoter.com/Contests/ShowCategory.aspx?contestCategory=744">here</a> and vote for Trocadero. Or vote for someone else. Voting is good.<br /><br />If you are the type of voter who likes to be informed, and does not cast votes based solely on the demands of some bossy girl on the internet, there is some footage of our last show at TT the Bears posted <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZepN2fjsuYY">here</a>.<br /><br />Watch it. Marvel in our Stage Presence. Someone, somewhere thinks it's the Best, after all.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-31576202788686936122007-05-15T14:13:00.000-05:002007-05-15T14:16:49.478-05:00Husband!Look what we just got an advanced copy of:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTM5-L_y-svVk6mL-QXJFLNxAgEj1E2zNOi6i_lyrA7KFFgY3qFInM6kp5pWkx8wjpAD3WbOEnWwtmURqfKV2KAvKw2LWBrM5vKsp_dXeRRZ7W-Hiq5G_nnapo76Bp3irX5V08dw/s1600-h/CatieCopley.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTM5-L_y-svVk6mL-QXJFLNxAgEj1E2zNOi6i_lyrA7KFFgY3qFInM6kp5pWkx8wjpAD3WbOEnWwtmURqfKV2KAvKw2LWBrM5vKsp_dXeRRZ7W-Hiq5G_nnapo76Bp3irX5V08dw/s400/CatieCopley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064867864676340178" /></a><br /><br />That's right.<br /><br />My husband's newest book.<br /><br />Yay Husband!<br /><br />Soon, you can go out and get a copy for your very own self. Or like 12 copies. Because he's got a good royalty deal.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-75334297969203112872007-04-23T12:04:00.000-05:002007-04-23T12:11:24.353-05:00evidence.Here are pictures from the rock show Saturday night:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDm0BuBXhmy-Rmqk4FZ9qeU6dnHv-dsWEaYRRaYG0UdI53enWCPagY5VKKtIeO8naEC41BZjq9-Oi1PV5gngETjpX7YgxrKdouZWXvjAKSe13YNYt75MSUcnnYYUirKAExoQdRrA/s1600-h/n9031240_33216222_9157.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDm0BuBXhmy-Rmqk4FZ9qeU6dnHv-dsWEaYRRaYG0UdI53enWCPagY5VKKtIeO8naEC41BZjq9-Oi1PV5gngETjpX7YgxrKdouZWXvjAKSe13YNYt75MSUcnnYYUirKAExoQdRrA/s320/n9031240_33216222_9157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671624734434354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05YDVDhgMphF2xU9v_mFe5uDmio3_r5DVADurAGDjEAhfUJ0X4jUceh-g1MN_b7gpZ9Vt_Zz0Al-TpE8tR3Um_FFE1nuEA_xXe1oj_3jFwDbJnoaWjamzl3sJ56msMeWF-l-aFg/s1600-h/n9031240_33216226_568.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6vN-EB8kwV-jVQWDLKfD9eUQzC4uPj_Z7w-M-2rzYFbxgkQnJaeDdyodMAMuh2CLkQaUNxd7oriMyAk9sXyIOX0W7lAeDdzBcs6f59tcNmRybLxpsyCZKjifT9V2vCyh1hOO0g/s320/n9031240_33216228_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671633324368994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaVRdjSR8LjcI4VoNrtOfKKHIcDTVvDnxw85zdw4OhWhdIEBUNyq8w96qAIKIGCg2ZSelzQcP6tjrKyx56jb0pgx8e5mE6qJyT14ijC3-T647TdyMsiMRiUgNXETeCpqF6t2oZA/s1600-h/halftrocadero.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFaVRdjSR8LjcI4VoNrtOfKKHIcDTVvDnxw85zdw4OhWhdIEBUNyq8w96qAIKIGCg2ZSelzQcP6tjrKyx56jb0pgx8e5mE6qJyT14ijC3-T647TdyMsiMRiUgNXETeCpqF6t2oZA/s320/halftrocadero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671066388685794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Rwl5dy7UN7qQtpCM59mpENysen-1Lu697UNH3r0SpnjY1F9B1JE3MAZqpw5-ZucAn2At3PAiJrPAfkMiiSWb-8sh0D6Kz1FhtHDncWm9_PzEoaD3yxMK_8RZXMpFpxEmKpojZQ/s1600-h/n9031240_33216218_7710.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Rwl5dy7UN7qQtpCM59mpENysen-1Lu697UNH3r0SpnjY1F9B1JE3MAZqpw5-ZucAn2At3PAiJrPAfkMiiSWb-8sh0D6Kz1FhtHDncWm9_PzEoaD3yxMK_8RZXMpFpxEmKpojZQ/s320/n9031240_33216218_7710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671079273587698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1PJbWoy_7sA0ctqyJzfUQP0uBk_iTjjVyx9RAMBqUS2uh7seeG4POOhFHWhOx_YcAQrcg9WktSNVahZKqj4yJ8KZyUcNrbzbosGE7mOYVBR5QGsjfRNW0R-bXl-PwkAnmUTAHQ/s1600-h/n9031240_33216219_8039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1PJbWoy_7sA0ctqyJzfUQP0uBk_iTjjVyx9RAMBqUS2uh7seeG4POOhFHWhOx_YcAQrcg9WktSNVahZKqj4yJ8KZyUcNrbzbosGE7mOYVBR5QGsjfRNW0R-bXl-PwkAnmUTAHQ/s320/n9031240_33216219_8039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671083568555010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKi0IxnU-SYFYkzadD1msMqF1qxFGBO_O3UJRZ0neLp6WByUL47cEYRnDAaqSwqr0-WQhyau_uuppkqUsahE6Fo1F6Dg-rEYo27w979iVCau9A8UrRcMvZKHkmv1nIy1xAgUPKwg/s1600-h/n9031240_33216220_8379.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKi0IxnU-SYFYkzadD1msMqF1qxFGBO_O3UJRZ0neLp6WByUL47cEYRnDAaqSwqr0-WQhyau_uuppkqUsahE6Fo1F6Dg-rEYo27w979iVCau9A8UrRcMvZKHkmv1nIy1xAgUPKwg/s320/n9031240_33216220_8379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671087863522322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXmDjnr9V6KrRctNv2FZ0Y1yFO8nbffdHD0d1hEgsB_dVcwOPXbJh-M8-SdTGLax2Iish_wm7suA9sETt0XNMxKttUnUfd-O-vNRAQ2yxEy8QR5OUU9aQlsrjjbRo6ZeB-udfgw/s1600-h/n9031240_33216221_8748.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXmDjnr9V6KrRctNv2FZ0Y1yFO8nbffdHD0d1hEgsB_dVcwOPXbJh-M8-SdTGLax2Iish_wm7suA9sETt0XNMxKttUnUfd-O-vNRAQ2yxEy8QR5OUU9aQlsrjjbRo6ZeB-udfgw/s320/n9031240_33216221_8748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056671092158489634" /></a><br /><br />(All photos shamelessly stolen from very sweet and loyal fans who I'm sure won't mind.)<br /><br />It was a great time and huge thank yous to everybody who came out.<br /><br />XMartha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-81447041605204408332007-04-20T13:54:00.000-05:002007-04-20T13:55:13.401-05:00A reminder...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisi7tPn88Srs2xt3Hr6VijVkB4EKbX2NVOWwTtJmYw-_ze7_wXcQ_i0o3MMRSsyWzntGThX0XJiFdBKfsDCKd-Q8t-4H_1AI7jeVP4DAkHOZ9qzumutBBP-Spr9ntpWfqVss_ffw/s1600-h/4.21-poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisi7tPn88Srs2xt3Hr6VijVkB4EKbX2NVOWwTtJmYw-_ze7_wXcQ_i0o3MMRSsyWzntGThX0XJiFdBKfsDCKd-Q8t-4H_1AI7jeVP4DAkHOZ9qzumutBBP-Spr9ntpWfqVss_ffw/s400/4.21-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055585689498280914" /></a>Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-57848546407065483732007-04-10T15:39:00.000-05:002007-04-10T15:48:01.648-05:00Stand up. VoteOr stay sitting, that works too.<br /><br />Do yourself a favor and go to:<br /><br /><a href="http://pv.webbyawards.com/account">http://pv.webbyawards.com/account</a><br /><br />Sign up and vote for my <a href="http://www.stitchymcyarnpants.com/moks06/">friend</a>, and fellow turkey eater.<br /><br />Go to Web Site -> Weird (?) -> vote for The Museum Kitschy Stitches.<br /><br />And then after you vote, go visit her web site. I always believe that one should be an informed voter, even if said informedness is a bit on the tardy side...<br /><br /><br />And then hell, go buy her <a href="http://www.quirkbooks.com/Book.aspx?BID=201">book</a>.<br /><br />And then let me know if you need me to tell you other things to do. I'm full of great ideas. And bossiness, apparently.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-30369352197951755612007-04-10T10:40:00.000-05:002007-04-10T09:42:00.761-05:00Oh yes. Knitting.Yeah, that's what I'm here for, yes?<br />No.<br />There's more as it turns out.<br />But here's some knitting:<br /><br />A scarf. Because I didn't have one. And it got cold.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGRwKzbQ9puzCqOOOUMKyq0Ya2PI7HetCFCvxKgX3ut_snGHiikDn_6779oCSymL9wTaj5x1mEX6qfWRB5usPikmwAioVI6T-fE5_Pn7gkVhdU5xidhA6yhQgo0kcQ7jBUCirhg/s1600-h/DSC06548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGRwKzbQ9puzCqOOOUMKyq0Ya2PI7HetCFCvxKgX3ut_snGHiikDn_6779oCSymL9wTaj5x1mEX6qfWRB5usPikmwAioVI6T-fE5_Pn7gkVhdU5xidhA6yhQgo0kcQ7jBUCirhg/s320/DSC06548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042287800174113778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I do not enjoy knitting scarves. So I knit this in a bulky alpaca on size 11s in a k2 p2 rib. It took 2 hours. 2 hours which could well have been spent finishing this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQn2hgLO0fp1UsLf1q1MfZo3LLQULBHQzuqN0V1G3e6Kn4PHlQVSGmSsuk57pNTa4RnsZf30OJ67qF9Nhvd1EUFybJ9DMMgsRhROFcZf3HLzNLjOZWMyN02ikcga0k8OJ5wip4Dw/s1600-h/DSC06546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQn2hgLO0fp1UsLf1q1MfZo3LLQULBHQzuqN0V1G3e6Kn4PHlQVSGmSsuk57pNTa4RnsZf30OJ67qF9Nhvd1EUFybJ9DMMgsRhROFcZf3HLzNLjOZWMyN02ikcga0k8OJ5wip4Dw/s320/DSC06546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042287804469081090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A hooded cardigan for my boy, loosely based on my favorite top-down raglan pattern with some Elsebeth Lavold cable panels thrown in for good measure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBSvTwQ813BhRzCJFGkUMRJbHkYNW_Uv9kVInHj-vaez9URO78cLOCCSjOeKgIQzwDiY1NMS843cHw0l5EGLSSolF250fQno210ctmTAUIdl8VLqy4Q5hHNu7dNud1gZ64saMKA/s1600-h/DSC06537.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBBSvTwQ813BhRzCJFGkUMRJbHkYNW_Uv9kVInHj-vaez9URO78cLOCCSjOeKgIQzwDiY1NMS843cHw0l5EGLSSolF250fQno210ctmTAUIdl8VLqy4Q5hHNu7dNud1gZ64saMKA/s320/DSC06537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042287808764048402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh and another sweater for me, of which there are no photos, so will try to remember to mention it again someday. With evidence.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-26548506232626789702007-03-26T16:41:00.000-05:002007-03-26T15:40:55.168-05:00The RockRecently I have been playing with a band called <a href="http://trocadero.net/">Trocadero</a>.<br />(We do all the music for <a href="http://rvb.roosterteeth.com">this</a>.)<br />We will be playing at <a href="http://www.ttthebears.com/">TT the Bears</a> in Central Square, Cambridge Mass., on Saturday April 21st at 10:00.<br />The show is 18+ and will be $8 at the door.<br /><br />That is all.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1171593774329938142007-03-16T11:03:00.000-05:002007-03-16T11:03:41.870-05:00My Hero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/779041/DSC06329.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/400/876090/DSC06329.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So my husband is really, really good to me.<br /><br />Things have been stressful on occasion after so many years of marriage and certainly since the birth of our awesome, awesome son, who has turned our life around completely.<br /><br />But through it all, my old man has been a champ and has rallied with every new bump and done what he can to accomodate.<br /><br />And now as he embarks on a new, slightly more exciting career path, I vow to be, like, totally cool about his putting my wine glass in a pot of greasy water in the sink.<br /><br />...because at least he's still picking up after me.<br /><br />(he has also started a new <a href="http://jaredtwilliams.blogspot.com/">site</a> where he's posting some of his more recent work, so as to try to land an exciting new job, well, soon. So check it out, and revel in his genius)<br /><br />And here's a picture of us, just before we got hitched and still very well rested.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiop_WzYHeXfQ-LMebbs-wrvl7tOgNeTpMjo5PcPgCURU53JJBL1NCZT8vVBi2oVpVa-ReKcbgpMJvNVh7iZfePiHKZQjXvWA4BUN3e0RM9bZXv3KCkEXk6oUy8Gzp6kwVRMj4kkA/s1600-h/DSC06550.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiop_WzYHeXfQ-LMebbs-wrvl7tOgNeTpMjo5PcPgCURU53JJBL1NCZT8vVBi2oVpVa-ReKcbgpMJvNVh7iZfePiHKZQjXvWA4BUN3e0RM9bZXv3KCkEXk6oUy8Gzp6kwVRMj4kkA/s320/DSC06550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042292911185196082" /></a><br /><br />I love you baby.<br />xMartha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-48285572167884734442007-03-15T17:31:00.000-05:002007-03-16T11:23:21.548-05:00And she makes the best cupcakes I've had in my entire life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkgB_j2I-gZMSUuLZMKGi52peNkY4ZApZHKJrNn7jnM4hLLh3qeQkdOu_IDbYvd5A9I2T-xbVHjmwVGMlxqFa-DiUdU-clmBpQ4UmYVYlQmA1Jba_m7GFOC3omGeFyN-sCQ9gMw/s1600-h/DSC06474.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkgB_j2I-gZMSUuLZMKGi52peNkY4ZApZHKJrNn7jnM4hLLh3qeQkdOu_IDbYvd5A9I2T-xbVHjmwVGMlxqFa-DiUdU-clmBpQ4UmYVYlQmA1Jba_m7GFOC3omGeFyN-sCQ9gMw/s320/DSC06474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042285983402947554" border="0" /></a>We had dinner with my dear <a href="http://bestitched.typepad.com">Bestitched</a> and her darling family (quite awhile ago, in fact), and the only picture of the night before my cursed batteries died was this.<br /><br />It'll do.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-66631324899748883072007-02-20T20:51:00.000-05:002007-02-20T21:20:42.414-05:00In celebration of the first nap my son has had in 3 days...and for my poor husband who has been through the wringer a bit lately.<br /><br />I made these:<br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/jaredwilliams1/Desktop/cheesecake/DSC06434.JPG" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimTuC3IQKiPTEYD9N_7J813g092qPstVEawI7icYG__iCydN7AAbZfjidJk016gO2TCj5DmclaFTgUTB3J1QsEgBOJwDMV71ywCYiP6k7OTXYwwKSwto7Z9wY_ioc13gs42gEZA/s1600-h/DSC06434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimTuC3IQKiPTEYD9N_7J813g092qPstVEawI7icYG__iCydN7AAbZfjidJk016gO2TCj5DmclaFTgUTB3J1QsEgBOJwDMV71ywCYiP6k7OTXYwwKSwto7Z9wY_ioc13gs42gEZA/s320/DSC06434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033800425698607650" border="0" /></a><br />They may not look pretty, but holy hell are they good.<br /><br />I made them up on the fly and have rarely been so please with myself. Maybe not since the time I made homemade macaroni and cheese with 3 different cheeses and cheese filled tortellini.<br /><br />I started with your classic cheesecrack crust: graham crackers crumbs, butter and sugar, and pressed it into a dozen muffin tins lined with paper.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ra2Yrh7icoC4E15HKLDdm1r2qCzijadBpWoFQhnNgCsge9LlRYycTPIVIJXGKQba6_sdbVgWKEBxm4CRbp0kHYsN87IfTrQKXbiAVo2ShhtU_HPMOyJljcVgJslVr-O6upoSNw/s1600-h/DSC06414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ra2Yrh7icoC4E15HKLDdm1r2qCzijadBpWoFQhnNgCsge9LlRYycTPIVIJXGKQba6_sdbVgWKEBxm4CRbp0kHYsN87IfTrQKXbiAVo2ShhtU_HPMOyJljcVgJslVr-O6upoSNw/s320/DSC06414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033800429993574978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And then, oh lord, this is where it got really good, in a moment of genius I melted some white chocolate and poured a dollop into the center of each crust:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WTii5eOQ1lGzPqXG91f1Zh0X4YiyuTWcqLghxmSzr02sY1Atkyzca1XRUWZJulvXlZ0IcLMi6joVOiLMfAnIa6V-POhAhiJSRlkam_9_skLhImx6wj-n5IPDMzcx6d7MbxwgVw/s1600-h/DSC06413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WTii5eOQ1lGzPqXG91f1Zh0X4YiyuTWcqLghxmSzr02sY1Atkyzca1XRUWZJulvXlZ0IcLMi6joVOiLMfAnIa6V-POhAhiJSRlkam_9_skLhImx6wj-n5IPDMzcx6d7MbxwgVw/s320/DSC06413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033800429993574962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT3Abr068pYB_7eODxuNe3Fi01K1fwzfm0xJdQCVOAbm_TPc9QSn2sUdnL3_GPW1u9lvxQY5bBFniM-6Cirk-h0js3T1CXn671OyPCGTkZhUEwOs4yIWdHODGWPb9w9FgmbXrjA/s1600-h/DSC06415.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT3Abr068pYB_7eODxuNe3Fi01K1fwzfm0xJdQCVOAbm_TPc9QSn2sUdnL3_GPW1u9lvxQY5bBFniM-6Cirk-h0js3T1CXn671OyPCGTkZhUEwOs4yIWdHODGWPb9w9FgmbXrjA/s320/DSC06415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033800434288542290" border="0" /></a><br />For the batter, again a very basic cheesecake recipe: cream cheese, eggs & sugar, to which I added a puree of raspberries made with a bit of sugar, lemon juice and almond extract.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGNLm1qLdM1Wk-RAa19vElhPLDYdCYs52QjczOJ4itZ4ptoayzU4Cj7qmtpcexRa3DtuJgkKR6NXzJRUo7PzhxQggDzfN3H3Ok0nVNwtT822I0iy0faTP4KLH-SVTOsPJaowBxg/s1600-h/DSC06420.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghGNLm1qLdM1Wk-RAa19vElhPLDYdCYs52QjczOJ4itZ4ptoayzU4Cj7qmtpcexRa3DtuJgkKR6NXzJRUo7PzhxQggDzfN3H3Ok0nVNwtT822I0iy0faTP4KLH-SVTOsPJaowBxg/s320/DSC06420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033800434288542306" border="0" /></a><br />After pouring the batter on top of the crust and, ahem, white chocolate, I baked them for about 15 minutes.<br /><br />(There is probably even a magic way to turn them gluten free ala <a href="http://www.msmelanie.prettyposies.com/">Ms Melanie</a>, but you'd have to make your own graham crackers. Which she can do. Because she's got fancy flours. <a href="http://www.msmelanie.prettyposies.com/?p=416#comments">A lot of fancy flours</a>.)<br /><br />Really, I mean GOD these things were good enough to make my son remember every bit of etiquette that we've ever drilled into his head.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyq-wI84hRtK5tpChAeHSoz27oPH7yZGyS1ziPG9IBD-IdgFUIFOtjWhvecEJANvMFe4Bh9KUQc2Fu3izqxSsKohOntR1XGI6s_xsm3eM-2pQxBOmLbz6G1Lfw3jV1bap2Sq2kw/s1600-h/DSC06445.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyq-wI84hRtK5tpChAeHSoz27oPH7yZGyS1ziPG9IBD-IdgFUIFOtjWhvecEJANvMFe4Bh9KUQc2Fu3izqxSsKohOntR1XGI6s_xsm3eM-2pQxBOmLbz6G1Lfw3jV1bap2Sq2kw/s320/DSC06445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033803762888196722" border="0" /></a>Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1171589581141276582007-02-15T20:15:00.000-05:002007-02-15T20:33:01.400-05:00First things firstThere are many things that have happened during these silent weeks since the Holy Days, but I will start with this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/361192/DSC06274.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/342050/DSC06274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Today I am blonde.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/195299/DSC06297.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/696149/DSC06297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/139674/DSC06263.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/874146/DSC06263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And older.<br /><br />My son woke me up this morning with "Happy birthday, mom! Where's my cake?"<br /><br />Good question, little man.<br /><br />Bring on the cake.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1167873374114269502007-01-03T19:52:00.000-05:002007-01-03T21:44:11.580-05:00Warning:The following post may prove to be entirely too long.<br /><br />Because it was Christmas.<br />And as the mother of a 2 1/2 year old, Holidays have taken on a very new meaning.<br />Christmas especially.<br />This Holiday in particular has gone from a pained smile while drunk patrons butchered carols for FAR TOO MANY DAYS IN ADVANCE at the bar I tended through most of my twenties, to eagerly awaited paid holiday time and the heart stopping BLISS of watching my child discover the glory of all of its... stuff... lights... shiny things... candy growing miraculously from trees... and so on.<br /><br />So please pass on by if you are not interested in repeated pictures of my son.<br /><br />OK.<br />As some of you may have <a href="http://joanielovestchotchke.blogspot.com/2006/07/070306.html">beheld</a>, my stepfather takes certain celebrations very seriously, and at times over the top. And Christmas holds a very special place in his heart. He is a guy who believes that Christmas trees must not only be perfect, but that underneath these trees, the volume of gifts must be overwhelming. Now you can get a lot of volume out of things like bulk packages of paper towels, windshield washer fluid, toilet paper, um... new doors... and when they are wrapped and strategically placed, it is a spectacle of Christmas excess the likes of which are rarely seen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/524333/DSC05806.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/869721/DSC05806.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Holy Awesome.<br /><br />And there's a train.<br />A train with whistles and horns and well, train noises.<br />A train that runs in and out of tunnels made entirely of gifts that, as the unwrapping commences, reveals more and more track.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/342202/DSC05836.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/158127/DSC05836.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Just. so. good.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/864462/DSC05839.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/636494/DSC05839.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This over-doing of things transfers to stockings as well.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/267447/DSC05826.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/744836/DSC05826.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />(Now, for craft content, here's a little story about Christmas Stockings. When My son was born, clearly it was up to me to knit him some incredibly huge fair isle number on size 2 needles out of yarn spun from reindeer hair and dyed with fairy tears. Which didn't happen as I was busy doing...well, something else. A lot. So Christmas #1 was a stand-in loaner from Grandpa, #2 was also not the year. So I couldn't possibly let year #3, a year when he is finally able to comprehend some of the madness and ritual, pass by without his mom-crafted-stocking. But then October was gone in a haze of last minute costume frenzy, November...cheesecake, and December was quickly running out of weeks. So this is what happened:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/105326/DSC05954.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/596785/DSC05954.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />YES! Freakin GENIUS! A stolen tip from my gorgeous and sassy step sister. A 4$ giant red cotton rib knit sweater from the used clothing patch. With the price tag still attached, no less. Cut out, seamed together, and name embroidered in a cream colored sport weight cotton. Time spent actually making Child's First Stocking: 23 minutes. I am a very well-intentioned mother, though one with a full time job, a much neglected husband and a penchant for TV. And sleeping. And generally not doing stuff. So my genius has to come in these panicked spurts.)<br /><br />But back to the Christmas Fest.<br />Santa was good. He brought the much desired guitar,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/912333/DSC05847.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/597060/DSC05847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />(which looks adorable next to mama's...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/806047/DSC05951.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/92622/DSC05951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />which was well loved, though a pale comparison to The Drum Set.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/357970/DSC05870.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/601196/DSC05870.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Yes, Santa is a sucker for the rock.<br /><br />And the boy even reluctantly shared with his step half cousin. In law. Removed... something. We love her and she got a damned <a href="http://billboard-mysimon.com.com/Toys/9000-11029_8-0.html?mlpid=35500043">pony</a>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/379922/DSC05894.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/956179/DSC05894.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />And there was a parade<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/941543/DSC05915.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/680913/DSC05915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And there were puzzles<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/954408/DSC05901.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/306221/DSC05901.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And there was the bike<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/772061/DSC05875.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/34889/DSC05875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />And we were explained the awesomeness of it all, very articulately<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/271406/DSC05886.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/565711/DSC05886.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1166151370551840392006-12-14T21:10:00.000-05:002006-12-14T21:56:10.573-05:00Things That Have Been Done LatelyA <a href="http://knitandtonic.typepad.com/knitandtonic/2005/12/the_somewhat_co.html">sweater</a> completed:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/954924/DSC05657.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/518102/DSC05657.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />An artsy bathroom action shot of said completed sweater taken:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/74577/DSC05689.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/552472/DSC05689.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />A top down hooded raglan, started for a 6 month old, put aside, forgotten and completed upon discovering aforementioned 6 month old has turned one:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/849484/DSC05679.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/213855/DSC05679.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />(sewing in ends and adding button to be done hopefully before child turns... older)<br /><br />Child's initial embossed in reverse stockinette on back of same top down hooded raglan:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/116152/DSC05682.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/482604/DSC05682.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Much time spent admiring boots I can't really afford, and compiling list of reasons rationalizing the purchase of: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/678846/DSC05676.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/957984/DSC05676.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />8 dozen chocolate walnut white chocolate chunk cookies invented, shopped for and baked:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/919695/DSC05686.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/424989/DSC05686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />More admiring of boots which, while possibly financially irresponsible, have already provided much joy and comfort:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/350159/DSC05669.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/670933/DSC05669.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And yarn generously given by <a href="http://jscothammerquist.blogspot.com/<br />">Mrs. Hammer</a>, cast on with abandon and knit with no plan or project in mind:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/934505/DSC05704.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/736339/DSC05704.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />(I have no idea how many stitches I cast on or what I'm going to turn it into. And the colors are much nicer than this lousy flash portrays)<br /><br />So Happy Upcoming Holiday Shenanigans to all, and I leave you with one last glimpse of my gorgeous new boots which I totally sort of deserve:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/582296/DSC05664.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/525267/DSC05664.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1165632945130420102006-12-08T21:52:00.000-05:002006-12-08T21:55:45.143-05:00Things That Make Me Happy Whilst Working<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/647746/DSC05490_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/400/876056/DSC05490_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My feet.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1165186273291747022006-12-03T17:42:00.000-05:002006-12-03T17:51:13.306-05:00Thanks was GavenOh yes. We did that Turkey dance too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/178577/DSC05543.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/996512/DSC05543.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/792641/DSC05535.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/712806/DSC05535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/252171/DSC05529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/385893/DSC05529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/266224/DSC05532.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/590339/DSC05532.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/1600/377113/DSC05548.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6151/2884/320/438761/DSC05548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It was filled with family and friends and poetry and wine and it was lovely.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1165033172152531692006-12-01T23:06:00.000-05:002006-12-01T23:19:32.173-05:00...falling like rain.Every once in a while, you see some brief glimpse into the beauty which can exist in mankind. A crack in the callous facade that reveals the true insight and depth man can possess. While rare, these moments are so very necessary to cope with the horror we can be capable of. <br />Moments of purity. <br />Wisdom so totally complete that it can almost rationalize our existence in the first place.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtVSzU20ZGk">This</a> is so utterly NOT that moment.<br /><br />You really, REALLY want to click on that link.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1164163008383551652006-11-21T21:35:00.000-05:002006-11-21T21:37:31.150-05:00Dear DiaryPlease don't let my cheesecake be burning.Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27395554.post-1163097484182843892006-11-09T13:11:00.000-05:002006-11-09T13:58:41.673-05:00YES.Good news for the free world, my friends.<br /><br />I know some of you may be disappointed, and I feel for you. I know what it's like.<br /><br />God in heaven, I know what it's like.<br /><br />But let me let you in on a little secret:<br /><br />When you wake up that blessed morning in January, come with me outside. I want to show you something.<br />See there? accross the street? Your neighbor Jim is NOT marrying a goat.<br />And quick! Behind that tree! There are no terrorists with vials of avian flu waiting to get you and your children.<br /><br />In fact, the air is just a little bit sweeter, the sun is just a little bit brighter and people are going to be slightly more tolerant of one another.<br /><br />Yes, yes, a bit more optimism and sunshine never hurt anyone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6151/2884/1600/DSC05050.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6151/2884/400/DSC05050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Cheer up, my son. The skies are beginning to clear...Martha Marinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266832320839240327noreply@blogger.com4