How are you? How was your Thanksgiving (if you live in the U.S.)? And how was your nice long weekend (if you live in the U.S. and didn’t have to work)? Mine was good. Really good. I made stuff. I like making stuff. Have I mentioned that before? Once or twice over the past 6.5 years of blogging? Yeah. It’s true. I’ve been busy making stuff.

Want a list? Sure you do. Who doesn’t love a list?

1. Well, first and foremost, of course, I’m making a baby. But you knew that already, and it’s a slow process. She’s still doing well, turning her in utero barrel rolls like crazy. I’m still huge. Getting huger by the day. (Huger. That’s so totally wrong. Why doesn’t it get a red editing line under it? But it doesn’t. Wrong. Wrong. Hmmph. WordPress spell check, I am not impressed.)

2. Last weekend (the one before the holiday weekend), I made a batch of apple butter. It came out beautifully, and we all love it, so I suppose it was worth the hour of my life that was spent peeling, coring, and quartering 6 lbs of apples by hand. No photos of that. Picture brown stuff in a jar. Well, eight jars.

3. So I got smart (and lucky) and borrowed Heather’s apple peeler/corer/slicer to make the apple pie for Thanksgiving.

I love that thing. It worked brilliantly. It hurt to return it, but Heather had her own pie to bake Thanksgiving morning.

4. Here’s the pie:

It’s the first pie I ever made, which is kind of weird since I do a lot of baking. But there you go. I made a pie, and it was good. Made the crust and everything. Hurray for pie.

5. And I made a pumpkin pie, too. The pie was delicious, and also quite instructive. The pie informed me that our oven isn’t level.

6. (Psst: Want to see that apple peeler in action again? It does potatoes too! Thanksgiving 2009, made possible by Heather’s apple peeler)

7. After a serious knitting slump, I finally finished something other than little farm animals (which I’ve been cranking out like a champ for Hanukkah, by the way). I knit the first sock and 3/4 of the second sock of this pair of knee highs about a year ago, then set them aside when it became obvious I was running out of yarn well before the toe of the second sock. This weekend I dug through the box of sock yarn leftovers and found the dregs of the Trekking I used to make socks for Norma a million years ago. I decided it was complementary enough to finish off the second sock without turning it into a total Frankenstein affair. I’m pretty pleased with the result.

There ya go. Don’t look for a number 8 or 9 anytime soon, as I have a flurry of freelance work over the next couple of weeks, and my novel revisions are screaming at me from my desk. But seeing as I’ve now shown more knitting in the past two posts than I probably did for all of 2009 before this point, maybe we’re actually seeing signs of something of a knitting resurgence around these parts. Which would be fortunate, seeing as I still have about 20 years’ worth of yarn in the stash.