sharp like a pen

I have not accomplished much on my staycation, but I did spend Saturday at the Preservation Society's Festival of Historic Houses (this year's theme was modernism), and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I did not get to all of the houses on the tour, alas, but if this nor'easter ever clears up, I am going to spend an afternoon gawping at the houses which were marked as "outside viewing only" on the map, and which I ignored in favor of looking at interiors.

The stained t-shirt needs to be mended before I can put it away for winter, so that's this week's project. First I gotta suffer through split stitch, then satin stitch, then French fucking knots, and then I get to have fun with fishbone stitch, which is one of my favorites if not my favorite.

I am making rice pudding with the rice I undercooked, with vanilla and dried sour cherries, and there are fresh cranberries at the grocery store, which means it is properly fall, and I am going to make a cranberry ricotta cake and feed it to everyone I know.