Every summer, we make a commitment to do most of our vegetable-shopping done at the St Lawrence Market on Saturdays, and we're doing pretty well this year. (Generally, we do well for about eight to nine months of the year, and then there is a huge falling-off-the-wagon ritual that happens as soon as it gets cold.)
I am only writing this because the radishes looked so amazing that I absolutely had to take a picture of them. And then post it. And I don't even like radishes (they're for Pd, who does).
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In other news, I finished knitting the Celandine medallions and blocked them this weekend.
They actually started going by relatively quickly after the first half dozen or so. And now it's time to knit miles and miles of stockinette — on faith, because this is the kind of sweater that needs to be vigorously blocked before it settles down to size. Which is absolutely a fine idea and could not go wrong in any way that would make the gauge gods kick my ass, right? Right.
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