Inspired by Roxanne's fun striped bag, I'm working on a purple-and-pink knitted pocketbook. I've been doing various projects to use up the yarn I have, without adding new skeins to the stash. It's funny, I haven't made anything on straight needles in a while, since I make hats in the round. It feels like going back to nature or something ;)
D and I tried a new Indian resto with AT. The portions were small and the flavors were interesting. They even had a blueberry tapioca dessert which was delicious, but not heavy. D did not fare as well -- his fried cauliflower with sweet-and-sour sauce (recommended by the waiter!) tasted disgusting to all three of our palates, as if it might have spoiled. They did bring him something else, fortunately, but he still gave the food a B minus. I'm hoping he'll go back; I'll steer him toward better choices on the menu ;) In the background, a Bollywood movie was playing.
I'm reading The Double Bind by Chris Bohjalian. While not as good as Midwives, it is definitely holding my attention, and I like the main character and the idea of a talented homeless photographer. However, one thing is jarring: Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan from The Great Gatsby are treated as real people in the context of the novel -- i.e., the narrator talks about the houses where they used to live, and Daisy's daughter is a character in the story.