K. Well, there is knitting, working on socks, and a baby blanket, and an "Edwardian Carrying Cape". FIL commented about my sitting and knitting, that it sure seemed to take a lot of time. I just said, "yes, but it's worth it." And went on knitting.
VENT: No one cares if I sit like a zombie and stare at the walls, or mindlessly watch television. Let me be working on craft, and I get comments about how its distracting, takes too much time, is wasting time (wth?), or just is rude. If I was stabbing someone with the needles, yeah, that would be rude. And, possibly tempting, with some of those comments...
Kaitlen Kathleen. Or Cat Lacemaker. This is the role I play at my ren faire. (Yes, Kaitlen isn't period. I made up this character from bits and more bits, and couldn't find a good name to use, so I just came up with something that sounded nice. I don't use K. K. all that often, instead I use Cat Lacemaker, which has almost become my given name at faire.)
I have some 'hit and run' things I do at faire. I talk to people as they walk along, and ask them if they like faire. I try to find couples walking together. If it is their first faire, I tell them about the many fine things of Shrewsbury, like the joust, food, and actors and performers. Then I warn them to stay away from the gypsies, "for they may take this fine man!" More than one woman has suddenly taken a death grip on said man's arm!
I also have a rather disgusting one that I do, sheerly for shock value. I come up to someone and say, "Good Day to you, I be named Cat. Know you why I be named Cat?" Most of the time the answer is no, why.* I then meow, leading to a cough, and show them a "Hairball" (actually a large bit of wool wadded into a ball). This has lead to peals of laughter, more than one shriek of "eeeeeewwww", and one person (there is always one), who asked seriously if I needed medical attention. It's fun.
K is really annoying, I keep thinking of things I could write on, then realize it's spelled with a c, not a k. (Why do we have two letters that sound exactly alike, anyway? Don't tell me, I suppose it's because we have stolen most of our words from other countries... Sigh.)
Kleptomania. We had a recent, highly temporary, dry day, and I was looking out the window at a woman going by. I watched her, standing by the window, as she passed. In her hand was a bundle of daffodils. She then spied the daffs that were along the front of my place. I just watched her walk, and then suddenly, she turned and walked up my driveway, reaching for some of the daffs planted there. I was mildly annoyed, she came ON the property for them. I then realized she'd seen me looking out the window at her. She pulled her hand back like she had touched a hot stove, turned and quick marched off down the road. Honestly, I wouldn't have thrown a fit, I would have even let her have the things, had she asked... But I am glad her conscience got the best of her, she really didn't need to walk up my drive.
Unless she wanted to ask...
Just because I was curious, I looked up Kool-Aid Jelly online, and this was the recipe that I used in high school, I found it on food.com's website. Enjoy...
1 (1/4 ounce) package Kool-Aid, any flavor (no sugar added*)
1 (1 3/4 ounce) package sure-jell pectin
3 cups granulated sugar
3 cups water
Prep Time: 30 mins
Total Time: 45 mins
1 Mix water, Sure-Jell and Kool-Aid together.
2 Bring to a boil, stirring constantly.
3 Stir in sugar.
4 Stir and bring to a full rolling boil that cannot be stirred down.
5 Boil for 1 minute, stirring constantly.
6 Remove from heat.
7 Quickly skim off foam with a large metal spoon.
8 Pour into jelly glasses and seal.
*I must say, one gent answered, because you are soft and fuzzy, and purr? Oh, my! Did I want to get riske' with that answer, but I did restrain myself. My character is not as pure as the driven snow, and that was such a tempting line...