The Soulard Market is the one we prefer. We don’t go every week like we should, but when we can be arsed, that’s where we go.
For this particular adventure, we chose the Schlafly Farmer’s Market at Schlafly’s Bottleworks in Maplewood. It’s nice and small, all outdoors. Everyone was kind, but the prices were way out of our range. We can pay half at Soulard and walk away with way more stuff.
I got some macarons (which I did not like); a cream cheese brownie (which I very much did like); a handful of zinnias (very colorful); some tea bags for my loose leaf tea; and a Schlafly Bottleworks bag.
I did like this market, but I prefer our usual at Soulard. What can I say? I’m very location loyal.
Yes, you read that right. In 2009, Bram Stoker’s great-grandnephew Dacre Stoker wrote a sequel to the famed and beloved Gothic novel with a man named Ian Holt.
I had hopes! I had such high hopes! Especially with an author named Dacre Stoker! That’s a Gothic author name right there!
Okay. Our favorite characters from the first novel (the band of heroes, as the book called them every ten pages or so to really hammer home the good things they did) have all become completely wrecked and unhappy; Dracula is now kinder, gentler, and just plain old misunderstood; everything is just so dramatic and everything is a crisis; and elements of the first novel were REWRITTEN. Look, I read through earlier reviews, and some people like the book and I get that. But how can you like the sequel and dislike the original? How can you like a sequel that changes certain aspects of the original? When Bram Stoker wrote his novel, it was in the Victorian Era, and this kind of shit was scary. They believed in superstition. I get that this was written in 2009, but it should have stayed truer to the time it’s supposed to take place in. So much violence for the sake of violence and not for the sake of the story.
UGH. This is why I shouldn’t read sequels to classic novels.
I was starting to think I wouldn’t be able to do this one. Lo and behold, I was wrong.
(Don’t get used to me saying that phrase)
This weekend was TOCO, a family festival held in Jellystone Park. Richie bops around from festival to festival in the summer, and Lauren had been wanting to go with him. (two peas, those two) So Richie decided on TOCO since it’s family friendly. I wasn’t going to go at first- I was just going to let them have their father/daughter time.
“There’s a pool,” Richie offered.
Damn that water was cold.
Maybe if the weather had been ten or twenty degrees hotter it would have been better. I mean, you let any part of your body out of the water for even a minute and it was back to brain numbing temperatures.
We were in the water maybe an hour and a half. At the festival itself for four and a half hours. We checked out vendor row and Lauren and I had some ice cream (of course). It was mostly a music festival with stuff to do for the kids, and it’s for a good cause. It was a nice break from the monotony, and definitely nice to disconnect from everything for a few hours.
Also, Richie caught a skink!
We passed it on to a little girl so she could play with it and then let him go
So I knit my first in-depth cable project this year- Irish Hiking Scarf
I knit it for my Twitter/AFF/tumblr friend Rachel who lives in Australia- Queen, Goddess, my Inspiration. It totally was not a bribe for her to write more
Then again, I’ve promised Tess that if she finishes “I’m Fine” I’ll knit her a pair of cat ears, so there’s that.
That being said, I should knit something for Ibby for adding a happy ending to “Hello Stranger!” instead of that angsty bullshit she ended with. Not that angst is bad, but I love happy endings.
Maybe I should knit something for every author who finishes a story I love. A new form of patronage- I can’t pay you to write fan fiction but I can knit for you!
I’m getting distracted
Isn’t is stunning? And Rachel looks equally stunning in it. I knit it with nines, which made it a little (lot) wide and it wasn’t as long as I was hoping. I have more of this scarf planned, and I think I’ll knit with smaller needles. Eights, then maybe sevens.
Actually, I bought it the same day I went to visit the new polar bear. I’m only just now getting around to blogging about it because I’m lazy.
Isn’t it darling? Except that I had to buy the two pieces separately, which I think is dumb. They were sixteen bucks apiece.
Now I have to find a place to swim.
Yes, I know I’ve bloody cross-posted this everywhere. Ask me if I care.
Especially since Richie bought the supplies.
What can I say? Any excuse for junk food