Archive for May, 2009

for many reasons.  At the top of the list today is an issue which doesn’t affect me personally in my life, but it does affect many people I have met through the internet and the fibre community.

The supreme court of California was not able to overturn Proposition 8– you know the one, where GLTB couples cannot be legally married in the state.  Since I have never been involved in this particular kind of discrimination, I will leave it to Amy to sound the Call to Arms.  Please read this, and don’t be afraid.  I promise you that no lightning bolt will reach down and zap you.

Sometimes I just sit here in my insulated cocoon and assume that every one in the world is as lucky as I am.  I have a good life, I am contented, and I sometimes need a kick in the ass to remind me that there are still people out there who can’t have what I take for granted.  Perhaps it’s not enough that I sit and quietly agree with Amy;  maybe a little discussion is in order.  Whether I progress to carrying a sign at a protest remains to be seen, but in the meantime, I’ll do my bit and ask you please to read Amy’s writing, and consider seriously where you stand on the issue.   We’re all just people, after all.


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You know how sometimes you make a little joke, and it’s really funny and makes you laugh, and it’s really better if you don’t say anything to anyone about it or it might not be as funny, but you’re just so impressed with the joke that you have to tell someone?  Check out my header.  It is actually a photograph of Saskatchewan Sky.  I amuse so easily.

In case you miss it (or I change it), here it is again:


Finally.  A warm blue.  Kind of says it all.

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At some point in grade 4, I was identified as a “gifted learner”.  So, for grades five through eight I attended King Edward School with 49 other students.

class photo grade 6

We were split into 2 classes, and spent the next 4 years as part of a grand social experiment.  (No one will actually ‘fess up that it was an experiment, since the “ac-tal”, or academically talented program had been running for several years, and continues in some form or another to this day.)  I think they refer to it as “enrichment” now, but I always swore that I would never pull my children from the neighborhood school to attend a “special” class across the city.  (Their invitations must be lost in the mail- neither of them were invited.  I can only imagine that it was a gross oversight, or that some Canada Post employee is sitting on a couple of bags of mail.)  I don’t remember much joy at King Edward, and carried a lot of baggage around for many, many years.  Needless to say, I was not one of the In Crowd.

Long story short (as if…), a movement started last summer that gee,  wouldn’t it be cool to have a reunion.  After all, we had been out of grade eight for 36 years, and most of us had weathered one or more high school reunions.  And, being special, we thought that 37 years was a good milestone.  Then, to reinforce that we are special, we decided to have the reunion not in our hometown where we had gone to school all those years ago,  but in the nation’s capital of Ottawa.  Why, you ask?  Well, the guy who suggested that he had a really great house for a party lives in Ottawa, and when he offered to host, he never dreamed that we would show up.  So, there we were last weekend, 21 out of a possible 42 middle-aged people, and a few spouses and offspring, catching up and having a lovely time.  My friend Carole (we go back to grade 2) came up from Mississauga, Barb came all the way from Victoria on the west coast, Rod drove from Nova Scotia on the east coast, and everyone else from points in between.  You know what?  Lots of us had a crappy time in elementary school.  I was able to expunge some adolescent demons (I love that word- expunge.  It has a ring of finality to it.) and I finally feel like I’m all grown up.  Only took fifty years, but who’s counting?

One bit of sightseeing that I did was to track down a couple of fibre purveyors.  The first was Knit Knackers , which at first seemed unremarkable, taking up just one room in an old house.  It was like an onion, though (Shrek reference there), and once I nosed around a bit, I found some interesting things that I can’t get at my LYS.  Probably the best was the bargain bin, from which I scored:


Yup, Yuzen, and for a ridiculously low price.  It’s so low I can’t even tell you because you’ll be very sad.

Also, I got one skein of this:


which I think is destined to become a Swallowtail, and is going to be gifted to an anonymous person.  It was also ridiculously cheap (like me) and once again, I can’t tell you how cheap because your brain would explode.  I picked up a couple of other balls of sock yarn, including a ball of Tofutsies because I’d like to try wearing shellfish on my feet.  I cannot say enough about the selection in the store, and if you go nowhere else in Ottawa, go to this store.

Because it’s not a holiday unless I walk several miles more than I should, I boogied on down to Yarn Forward, and snagged some more sock yarn.


(I beg forgiveness if I’m mixing up what I got from where.)

I found this kind of interesting:


It’s probably run-of-the-mill for those of you with a handy supply of Lang fibres, but sadly, I must leave my cocoon to marvel at the insightfulness of the brains at Lang who have the genius to include  matching reinforcing fibre for the toes and heels.  What a great idea!  (Yes, I am easily amused.  Why do you ask?)

Our hotel in Ottawa was in the Byward Market area, which has all sorts of historical significance with which I shall not distract you.  The day I came home I was on my own after Carole left for home, so I spent a fun afternoon wandering around the market (except for the fish part) and behaving in what I thought was a very continental way.  (translation:  I had wine with lunch, even though I was alone.)  In a little souvenir shop which specialized in everything, I actually found this:


Recycled Sari Silk.  I have used this before, with dubious results, but when I saw the price I just had to have it.  I kindly left a skein for the next knitter, but I think that after an appropriate rest in the stash, it will become something beautiful.  I just love the colours.

The weekend wasn’t all shopping for wool and drinking alone.  I also finished Mike’s stupid never-ending socks.

Mike's stupid socks

They are knit from Knitpicks Imagination, which is a lovely wool, but a wee bit splitty.  Halfway through these socks I decided the colour was less Woodsman and more camouflage, for which I don’t care.   I gave them to Mike and told him that they were now his responsibility (apart from laundry, all of his which I do anyways).  I will not darn holes, I will not replace missing socks, I will not shed a tear if they itch or felt.  The only way I forsee knitting him another pair is if his feet suddenly get three sizes smaller.

I also took along another project.  I seem to be delusional when it comes to road knitting.  Thank heavens I am somewhat enthused about socks; they really are great portable projects.  From the “what the hell was she thinking?” files I present:


fluff 2

fluff 3

I had some Douceur et Soie in the stash from, oh, ten years ago, so when I saw this pattern from Knitty, I decided to triple the width and knit until I ran out of wool.  I’m not sure how it will block out, but I may have just enough to do it all in one colour without putting in a panel of blue Kidsilk Haze in the middle.  It’s fluffier than in the picture, and this morning I decided that I will never again work on it past midnight.  It’s a real bugger to tink.

So that’s where I’m at.   I have not done an entry about my son’s wedding, because it affected me in a deeply profound way that I did not expect.  I am still digesting the whole thing, and may post a picture when I get one.   In the meantime, one knits because one must.

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I’m back from Ottawa after having a marvellous time.  We laughed, we shrieked, we ate, we drank, we canoed on the Rideau Canal (well, some of us did.  I demurred.), we congratulated ourselves, we danced like it was 1972.  I found 2 great yarn shops, about which I will write in more detail tomorrow, and I unwittingly snuck into the Museum of Civilization without paying admission.  Here I thought it was just a benefit of paying income tax…

I’m home now until Stitches Saskatchewan in June.   I may even plant some flowers in the meantime, as long as we go for 3 consecutive nights without frost.  Yes, the weather sucks.

Knitting continues; details and pictures tomorrow.  I almost thought I had lost my mojo, but I’m much better now.  Too much deviation from my usual routine apparently disturbs my creative equilibrium.  Or, to put it simply, I didn’t feel like knitting but now I do.

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Geoffrey and Courtney got married last Saturday, the ceremony was beautiful, everything went well, the happy couple is honeymooning in Nassau in the Bahamas.  Lucky ducks.

I take off in 6 hours for my grade 8 reunion (37 years, and halfway across the country from where grade 8 occurred.  Go figure.).

I am still knitting Mike’s Goddamned Socks.

Now I suppose I should go and pack.

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Short Attention Span

I’ve been remiss with the blogging lately.  I admit it.  I’ve wanted to write; I’ve had flashes of “That would make a great blog entry!”, but then the distraction du jour rears its head, and I’m forget what I was intending to do and I’m off again in a different direction.  I feel like Dorrie in Finding Nemo.   Four things have been occupying me: Geoff’s nuptials this weekend (!), Mike’s stupid endless socks that I despair will ever be completed (and even if they are he’ll wear them once and they’ll either snag on his rough feet or they’ll felt in his shoes), my grade eight class reunion in Ottawa the weekend after Geoff’s wedding, and the renovation we’re starting on our house.  Walls are coming down, closets are expanding, floors are being hardwooded, and most excitingly to me, a six-foot bathtub is being installed in the master bathroom.  No bubbles or jets, just enough deep water to soak the top half and the bottom half of my person at the same time.   There have been many decisions to make, and I’ve been the decision-maker.   I love this kind of thing- light fixtures, plumbing fixtures, paint colours, flooring- but I have been spending so much time on it that I gave the knitting an unintentional break.

I am soldiering on with the !^*@# socks, because I know if I stop they’ll never get done.   I’m not just being selfish, because I have projects for me that eventually have languished  into the frogpond, but part of me thinks (irrationally, but I can’t help that) that somehow these stupid socks are Mike’s fault.  To counter that, I have started a wee bit of lace; after all, who desn’t need another lace wrap?  I may take a picture soon and post it just to prove that I haven’t stopped knitting altogether.

**For those of you who may not remember every single detail about my family, Geoff is my 24-year-old firstborn.  He is getting married this Saturday to a lovely young lady he met while both were working on a cruise ship.  I couldn’t be happier for them, but it’s been causing me to be a little retrospective.   I’ll  have to make sure I wear waterproof mascara and carry a large box of kleenex on Saturday.   There will be tears.  I just hope there’s no snuffling or loud sobbing.  It’s so embarrassing when Mike gets emotional.

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