Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Tuesday's Tin of the Week

In honor of King Willem-Alexander’s inauguration today in The Netherlands, this tin is for you!

The Martini Knitter

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Tuesday's Tin of the Week

I have to say that our family is a huge fan of the Star Wars series.  Lately we become bigger fans of Lord Vader – for some reason, that I have no clue why.  In fact one of Gin’s friends from school sports a shirt that has a picture of Lord Vader with the caption of “Who’s your Daddy” on it, which sadly after doing a major shopping hunt for this t-shirt they did not have The Shaker’s size.  Also, while in the US we found Darth Vader earphones for Gin.  So you get the picture …

Courtesy of Olive
which oddly enough had chocolate
hearts inside!

And lastly, Vermouth found this YouTube video of Lego’s rendition of Lord Vader ordering food in the canteen.  Disclaimer: please beware that foul language is used in this video!

May the force be with you,
The Martini Knitter

Thursday, April 18, 2013

“Mom-Pants” and Only Things Gin Would Come Up With

Our family dinner conversations are usually pretty lively when Gin starts off the conversation.  Here’s some of the stuff that she talks about …


We love watching AMC’s The Walking Dead (thank you Apple TV!).  So therefore, we have many conversations surrounding the topic of what would happen if a zombie apocalypse occurred?

Here’s Gin’s theory:

“I just think that it might be possible for zombies to evolve into a more intelligent being if zombies can learn to go straight for the brains of smart people.  Think about it; they would target “smart” people and therefore become smarter themselves. Why do zombies keep going? It’s gotta be from the smart people’s brains.”

I bought the Survival Guide for Gin and
the hungry zombie for The Shaker

What Gin does to during her study breaks

When Gin needs a break and she has her laptop in front of her, she types random words into Google’s search engine just to see what pops up.  She found this link, “cake-flavored” vodka.  And she is upset that she hasn’t found it here in Basel because, yup you guessed it, she is of legal age to buy alcohol and she wants to try it!  Our trip to North Carolina was only slightly frustrating, as she couldn’t even taste my beer or wine at lunch.  Of course I couldn’t help but point out this will be her life in less than 6 months.  Ok, maybe not the best “mommy-moment” but I am running out of excuses of how to say, “You want to stay here in Europe to go to university, right?


This conversation happened in her bedroom last week and nearly sent me over the edge! 

Gin: “Today I am wearing my “mom” pants.”

Me: “What are “mom” pants and why don’t I like the sound of this?”

Again to the Internet for an image Google search. 

Gin: “These are “mom pants.” 

Me: “I am sorry but I know I have some weight to loose, but I don’t look like any of these women, do I? I don’t even hang around with women who dress like this!”

So I walked off and thought about what she is trying to convey to me in saying “mom pants.”  Here’s the problem with living in a foreign country trying to speak a foreign language daily.  You loose some of your native language vocabulary; you use more of the English vocabulary that the foreigners use in their native language and therefore, they translate into English. (For instance, while living in The Netherlands, The Shaker would use say, “Oh what a pity;” because this is what the Dutch would say to us when speaking English.  “Pity” in Dutch is “jammer.”)  So, here I am trying hard to search my English slang vocabulary for what Gin is trying to tell me: what do we call “mom pants” in English???

I remembered what we use call these, back in the day, and I run back to her room to say, “What you are trying to tell me is that you are wearing your “fat pants” today.  “Fat pants” just means that you want to wear your roomier jeans today.”

Gin, “Well they are no longer called that; they are just called “mom pants.” 

I try to avoid being offended, but this certainly did piss me off. And, oh by the way, her “fat pants” look fantastic on her and I am not just saying that because I am her mother who bought her those pants!

Waffles and Cocaine:

One of our family’s favorite movies is Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.  Gin announces this about her friendship with another girl from school: “We go together like waffles and cocaine.” I nearly spit my food out, “Cocaine? Really?”  Then she reminds me of this clip.  Which makes all of laugh …

Captain Jack Sparrow

Gin has never really had back acne skin until recently.  I think it has to do with the stress of the IB program.  So earlier this week I noticed that her skin has really cleared up.  So, a small fortune later and a huge thank you to Clinique and Gin has her beautiful skin again.  So after I say this to her and we are all in agreement about her clear skin, Gin pipes up with this.  “You know who should really have bad acne? Captain Jack Sparrow (from the Pirates of the Caribbean)! Seriously, if anyone should be taking a bath more often it’s that guy.  The smell alone probably could kill a tribe.”

And that, my friends, is my Gin!

The Martini Knitter

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tuesday's Tin of the Week

I am often asked, “What do you miss from America?” My answer is always … food.  This past trip to the US we came back with some clothing, but honestly, our bags were filled with candy. 

The Martini Knitter

Monday, April 15, 2013

Oh! The Guilt ...

Nothin’ like a little family guilt to get me knitting!

Before heading out to North Carolina to see my sister and her family (and Olive), I knitted 3 pairs of socks for my sister and 1 pair each for my nephews.  As most of you know, I like knitting with wool.  I love the way that wool just grabs at its self and just hangs on for practically dear life.  I am not fond of the way that cotton or other plant fibers stretch over time. So a few days before my departure my sister and I had one of those heart to heart discussion: her husband would love a pair of socks. 

These are how they turned out:

Here’s my pledge: I will never make that mistake again.  And here’s my thought process on why I didn’t make my brother-in-law a pair of socks:  North Carolina can be pleasant in the springtime but super hot in the summer, so I ask, why would my brother-in-law want a pair of 100% wool socks??? Like I said earlier, trust me, I will never make that mistake again (he’s a lawyer).

So here enters my sister’s oldest child, right on cue:  “Aunt Sarah, did you know that I just love my new socks? I love them so much, that I would just love another pair.  Did you know it’s my birthday in a few weeks?”  Hint taken directly between my eyes.  Off to the local yarn shop I go …

Olive took me to The Salty Sheep in Swansboro, North Carolina.  Can I just say, “Knitting heaven!”  I have spoken to the owner, Peggy, several times on the telephone to order gift certificates.  So it was nice to go into the shop and meet her face-to-face.  

My nephew's birthday socks

But I didn’t just walk out of The Salty Sheep with a pair of socks for my nephew; I also walked out with yarn for a sweater from my brother-in-law who really liked my father’s new sweater.  Basically, I got “double-teamed” in the shop by Olive and my father. 

Olive: “Don’t panic. This knits up really fast.”

My dad:  “I’ll buy.”

So how can I pass that up??? A fast knit and my father is buying the yarn.  This did not take a rocket scientist’s equation in order to say, “Yes, wrap it up!”

And before anyone from my brother’s family reads this post and starts saying, “Hey, what about me?”  I remembered that Vodka’s youngest son has a pair of slippers that I knitted for him 2 years ago.  I am afraid to ask what state they are in and so yes, I am knitting a pair of socks for him as well.  So, enough with the guilt!  I should be knitting!

Therapy session – over!
The Martini Knitter