Saturday came and I got the house cleaned like I planned, but instead of waiting for the hubby to come home, he beat me to it and showed up at 4:00. Watching my shows didn't happen and we ended up watching some college football game. How did that happen? Grrr.
Sunday. Oh, Sunday. We used to be so good together. I woke up unusually early (probably because of the time change), and ran to the grocery store. Once back home, I started baking the bread. I should have known it would be doomed from the start. My yeast didn't foam up like it was supposed to, the recipe said I should be using the kneading attachment on my mixer instead of my hands which I did, but for some reason, the mixer got jammed because there was so much dough. So I get to kneading on my countertop and the bread was incredibly stiff and unworkable. But I power through and set it aside to rise for 3 hours. During which I thought would be a good time to work on my fleece lining project. I've been doing some reading on how to properly do this and I found a great tutorial courtesy of the TechKnitter. First, I started by outlining the mitten and added about 1/2" to the edge to allow my hand to fit comfortably. I found out the hard way that it's helpful to cut out the first mitten and sew it together to make sure it's the proper size to fit your hand and the mitten it will be living in.
Then, once it's the right size, trace the second one and do the exact same thing. Now would probably be a good time to point out that I never said I could sew. I own a sewing machine and I know how to make the little needle go up and down but from there it gets a little dicey. Case in point with the photo below.
From there I positioned the fleece insert into the mitten, folded down the cuff and added some pins so I could hand sew the lining to the mitten cuff.
Doing all this took much longer than I expected but it was the only successful part of my day. I absolutely love the mittens and my hands will be thanking me when I'm shoveling endless amounts of snow this winter.
From there it was one failure after another. The dough didn't rise as much as it should have which in turn made for some pretty weak bread. Needless to say, I will be making croutons out of it when I get home tonight. Then there's the soup. The "plan" was to have french onion soup and sammies made with my wonderful wheat bread. I've made french onion soup about a half dozen times before so what's the problem? I wish I could tell you because whatever I made was inedible. The whole batch got thrown out. What a waste. Thank the lord for Josh's salad making skills to save dinner. It wasn't as hearty as I would have liked, but at that point I was defeated and I didn't care anymore. To top it all off, I was so annoyed/pooped from the day that I didn't even get to start on the cowl. Some days I wish I could have a re-do.
