a peek inside the fishbowl

If you’re looking for updates regarding the Shopping Embargo of 2008, please click over to the comments of the original post. I’m dropping everything in there. Thanks!

Last night I went to a friend’s house for an evening of crafting, wine and nosh. There were about ten women there, some of whom I knew and some I didn’t. There was a lot of knitting. I was sewing felt circles for my garland … which I’m aiming to complete for Christmas 2008. (I’ve since supershrunk a pretty sweater and am using it for little circles too. Woot!)

Just before I was heading out I watched a few minutes of The Sound of Music with Mark and the girls.

I love that movie, I always have. I’ve watched it every year since I can remember. It took me years to figure out what actually happened at the end because I’d always fall asleep right around the time they were escaping through the darkened abbey.

Mark had never seen the movie before, which I found totally incomprehensible. DUDE, IT IS A CLASSIC. Sadly, he didn’t think much of it. But I have to admit, if I was a 45-year old man who saw it for the first time I’d probably think it was kind of lame too. Perhaps I think it’s so good because it’s been a major part of my film-watching life, and I have a 30 year connection to it… 

The parts I saw before I left for the evening included “My Favourite Things,” followed by “Doe a Deer.” I love the little musical phrase: “When you know the notes to sing, you can sing most eeennnn-ee-thiiiing.” It’s the kind of thing I see myself bursting into on the street when the sky is blue and the birds are singing. (Click for five happy minutes on YouTube… I love the whole stretch of it, but the bit I’m referring to clocks in at 3:33.)

Oh bless those seven curtain-clothed cherubs running around picture-postcard Saltzburg with their crazy nun governess. What can I say? The whole thing makes me smile.

So last night Emma was next to me on the couch, singing along, “doe a deer, a female deer…” and, oh, I hate to say this but…

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I tried rolling my own sushi again. They turned out a smidge better.

I made spicy crab for Mark and I. We ate them so fast I wasn’t able to take a good photo.

These are the ones I made for Sarah:

Thanks everyone for the great tips. A sharp, wet, knife is definitely key.

I wonder, is it possible to eat too much sushi?