My Kind Of Town
Chicago was; A town which incorporates knitting in their winter festival And provided me with a place to knit right when the football game was starting. Labels: chicago |
It always seems like a good idea at the time...
Chicago was; A town which incorporates knitting in their winter festival And provided me with a place to knit right when the football game was starting. Labels: chicago |
If Somerset stopped shedding... Would she look like this? Meet Kara; she and her partner Smokey are letting me stay with them while their I have made significant progress on the socks since my last post. Sandi organized a pub knit yesterday evening which was loads of fun. I got to hang out with a bevy of cool T.O. knitters, like Lisa,Jacquie, Sophie, and other people who's blogs I cannot track down. One wee little problem was that it was in "the Vault", which had pretty dim lighting. Surprisingly, I managed to avoid making significant mistakes, until I got to the last row before I do some rounds of straight knit or purl. But by then it was time to leave, so no big loss. And I managed to knit off and on today at the hospital I'll be starting at in March when I went in for the day to *And now for something else completely different: Valley cloud: When you have a large body of water at the bottom of a mountain valley, you get cold air inversions sitting on top of the moist air, leading to low lying cloud cover. Those are the Monashee Mountains poking through the cloud cover. Labels: cats, mountains, mystery socks, skies |
Is there some kind of conspiracy out there that involves eliminating the yogurt from naan bread?? I went out for Indian food tonight (since I am on my own in Toronto until Kyle arrives on Tuesday), and was once again disappointed by the naan. No slightly sweet taste; it just tasted bready. If I wanted an oversized pita, I'd ask for one. This has happened at different Indian restaurants in 3 or 4 cities; in fact, I'm hard pressed to say where or when I last had a good naan. Memo to our national airline and my local airport: If ALL of Saturday's flights from our airport to Canada's largest city are cancelled, and you know that everyone has to be home from their ski holiday by Monday morning, might you consider taking this into account, and getting extra staff in on Sunday? Also, if you see that there is a 45 minute lineup just to drop off your bags, and dozens of people are still waiting in line 5 minutes after their plane is supposed to board, would it be so difficult to have a) a separate line through security for the people on the soon to depart flight so that they don't have to wait in line behind the senior citizens who showed up 3 hours early for their flight, and b) a person announcing that because of the huge lineups/dealys, that the flight would be taking off late, thus lowering the ambient anxiety level significantly? Oh yeah, and to the guy who monopolized one of the 2 baggage drop persons for 15 minutes rather than wait in the appropriate line to see the ticketing agent: I hope they sent your shiny new downhill skis to Kuala Lumpur. Good thing I had my knitting to keep me calm: I am now far enough along on the socks to see how the stitch pattern is looking. It isn't what I had expected - probably because it is based on a colourwork pattern. The textural effect is pretty cool, however. One minor concern that I have is that I am able to slip the socks over my own ankles at this point. I'm hoping that doesn't mean that they will be too loose on Janis. Labels: mystery socks, rants |
7 AM this morning. Some groovy cloud action as I was flamingo hunting this afternoon : The clouds looked like they were etched on a flat surface. Another WIP sighting - antifreeze. I was knitting it when we flew to Vancouver to see The Painted Veil, and I ended up doing an extra few rounds; I completed it, but the extra rounds and some other alterations I made to the pattern didn't work out. So I ripped it back; should be able to finish it in an evening - I think I'll do it next Saturday (the day I return home from Toronto) Labels: mystery socks, Saturday sky, WIPs |
I came across this on Liz's blog; post your desktop photo. This has been my wallpaper since May; it got a few laughs when was setting up my talk on "Smoking Cessation during Pregnancy" at the hospital. It's particularly funny since Kyle and I have a running joke about Somerset having a small head. Labels: cats |
If I come across a blackboard I will write "knitting 2 socks at once only seems to go really slowly"on it 100 times. Yes, there is a miniscule increase in the size of the socks; at least it's at the point where the ribbing is recognizable. The tangle in the yarn is because I decided to knit in the car as we drove to Peachland to have dinner. The sun had already set, so it was pretty dark, and although I was able to knit by feel, I wasn't able to keep the 2 skeins properly oriented, so they decided to make macrame. Here's another WIP that I started in...um...November, or was it late October? Another Maryella for another Secret Pal. Plus a gratiutous sleeping cat shot. I actually completed and cast off the bracelet last night, but I still need to sew the snaps on. I had hoped to have my last 2 Secret Pal packages ready to be mailed tomorrow, but it's not looking good. Labels: cats, mystery socks, WIPs |
I used quite a bit less than 1 skein of Auraucania Magallanes 1 ply wool in colourway M08. It's a thick and thin yarn, and made for an interesting texture to the finished product. This was the first project that I have knit in a while on straight needles; I seem to be a circ girl. Instead of using a button, I used a tuquoise coloured bead. I was going to try to make a button from the small tension swatch that I had knit with my overly long tail from my long tail cast on, but that didn't work out. Because the Scarf is so wide with the extra few short rows, I might end up wearing the front folded back like the brim of a hat. Next non-sock project is a Poppy; but this one will be nearly non-Noro; here's the selection of yarns that I plan to use Lorna's Laces Shepherd worsted in Black Purl, Diafuran, Cascade 220, and Korchoran - although the Korchoran might get replaced by some Cascade 220 in heathered purple. (With the exception of the purple 220, all are stash yarns). I was actually working on a swatch for the sleeve (lorna's laces) when Kyle got the email saying that Grandma had been taken to the hospital. Man, but it is hard to believe that was 2 weeks ago; feels like a month! I am very behind in blogging, and will remain so for a while - probaby won't get the WIPS up until February - because I am heading back to Toronto on Sunday to continue the house hunt. I also have an outstanding meme that I am currently working on. Who ever thought that not working would be so tiring? |
Hi all. My husband's 103 year old grandmother had a massive stroke, so we are in the midst of an unplanned trip. Regular blogging activity will resume in a few days. |
I have been forced to start working on my "update my blog appearance" resolution. Somehow, I managed to muck up my previous template, hence the brand new appearance to the blog. Many thanks to turtlegirl for helping me out. Well, here we go... By the way - I have turned the heel on Sock A. |
Stuff heard on the radio: Sextuplets - that's the big news: a woman gave birth to 6 infants in vancouver, each weighing less than 2 lbs, after 25 weeks of gestation. Apparently "their vital signs are stable and within normal limits" (this is the medical equivalent of saying that the blind date you are setting up for someone else 'has a great personality'.) Woo hoo. These kids are going to spend months in the NICU, and are more likely than not to develop Cerebral Palsy, breathing problems, hearing/vision impairment, severe cognitive delay,and/or severe psychomotor delay. And Mom's probably not in very good shape right now either (and the parents' marriage might not be in such great shape once the monetary costs of having 6 kids all at once takes its toll.) This is the result of fertility drugs - guaranteed. The docs involved would have offered the parents selective termination to improve the outcome of the remaining fetuses, but obviously, the parents chose not to accept it. How is that any different from drinking or taking illicit drugs during pregnancy? This was not a natural occurence - it wasn't "God's Will", it was Clomiphene. Now I know that people with cerebral palsy, blindness, development delay can lead happy and productive lives and be valuable members of society blah blah blah, but what parent says "Yes, it is so important to me that I procreate that I would rather have 6 sickly children than 3 healthy ones. Every Life Is Sacred." Yet another strain on the healthcare system because people don't realise that just because we can do someting, it doesn't mean that we should do something. And this morning, while I was laying in bed I heard about the concern raised in a Northern BC town by Christian parents about a new provincial fitness program. The program involves physical activity every day at school. One of the activities is yoga. Now, since yoga is derived from at non-christian religious philosophy, there have been complaints that it is being taught in public schools. (Apparently this is also a problem elsewhere.)They played 2 parent interview excerpts - one mother was concerned that some of the poses include pressing one's hands together, and how can they take prayer out of the schools yet include this kind of activity. Another monther was more blunt "There's God, and the Devil, and when you take God away, the Devil will slip in whereever he can". And here I thought that the downward dog position worked to stretch out my legs, but nooooooo...it's a pose of SATAN!!!!!!!! (cue Dana Carvey voice complete with reverb) Bah! Enough of people. I'm going to go propel myself through a forest. |
I came across an ad for The Second Cup "Calling on all Yummy Mommies" to bop into their establishments and get their free magazine with the purchase of one of their overpriced Comfort Beverages. While working on my antifreeze (I am trying to get it ready for Wednesday, when the cold snap hits the ski hill) I tried to determine what about this phrase drives me crazy. Is it the fact that it's an infantilized term for grown women? Is it the implied procreationism behind it? So I googled it - did you know that General Foods sold a Yummy Mummy cereal? I also learned that according to the Millcroft Inn "A true Yummy Mummy is someone who struggles to find the impossible balance between the single sexpot she used to be, the woman she's become, the professional she works hard to be, the wife she aspires to be and the mother she has to be. Basically, she's confused and exhausted." Wow, sucks to be her if you can't afford the $800 cost of the getaway. I then came across this opinion piece, which seemed to ring true in its logic. And I also came across this blog posting which alone was mildly amusing, but had some awesome comments. *Disclaimer - I am not, and will not ever be a mummy (other than to the cats). I will instead have to channel all of my energies into my dream of being a "Hot Doc". . . . . . . . Not! It's OK to come out now Somerset; she's stopped ranting! |
I want to give gifts to the office and hospital staff with whom I worked during my short time here. I was thinking of printing up some of the photos tha I have taken and framing them. The ones I am thinking of using are posted individually in the blog entry below. I would appreciate your opinions re: which ones I should have printed. |