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Instead of rushing out the door today to go to my regular S&B, I am, once again, waiting for the tradeguys to show up to stretch the carpet.  I have amused myself so far by doing the dishes, drinking coffee, taking copious pictures of my first children woven scarves, and posting the projects on Ravelry.  And now, for your amusement (keep it to yourselves, if you please) and awed amazement (I’d love to hear about it!), I present (drumroll) Woven Scarf the First:

scarf1

and a closeup:

scarf1a

After the previously-mentioned mauve and white Astra Disastra, I was happy with how evenly my selvedges turned out.  Then, after closer inspection, I realized that Dollar-Store Novelty Yarn covers a multitude of sins.  Huzzah for Dollar-Store Novelty Yarn!

Drunk with my own success, (and it had nothing to do with this purchase from Ravelry:

pints)

I proceeded to go again.   Remember this uncooperative Yuzen?

Yuzen

Well, after a suitable time-out in the Bad Yarn Bin, it ‘fessed up that it really wanted to be part of a ground-breaking experiment.  So, I combined it with Patons Brilliant, and here is Woven Scarf #2:

scarf2E

scarf2D

The selvedge on the left-hand side is showing signs of being even, but the right-hand side is all over the map.  I’m still happy with the results, and have visions of busting the stash in short order.   In no way does this mean that I have stopped knitting, but in the Nearly Instant Gratification Sweepstakes, this weaving thing has merit.

Oh yeah.  One more picture from the reno.  (Will she ever stop talking about the damned renovation?)  This was Mike’s idea, so as soon as he mentioned it, I jumped on the bandwagon before he could change his mind.

backsplash

Glass tiles on the kitchen backsplash.  They reflect onto the counter, and really brighten up the kitchen.  Me like.  Maybe now I’m done talking about it.  Maybe not.

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Now that our contractors have managed to cram a six week renovation into 4 months, I can almost imagine a day when everything will be done.  I thnk it’s this coming-up Wednesday.  That’s the day the upstairs carpet gets stretched, and then we are done.  (Well, I have a few little details like throw rugs, hanging pictures and whatnot, but that’s easily done in my underwear.  I don’t need to fear strange men in the house any more.  Or get dressed for them.)   I have bathed in the new tub, and discovered that people who need glasses to read shouldn’t try to do so in a hot bath.

serenity now...

serenity now...

So possibly my favourite place in the house now is the dressing room.  Sounds a little pretentious, but it’s so much more than a closet.  I love that there is a place for everything and, until Mike gets loose in there, everything in its place.  (Those people at Ikea are so clever…)  I’ve had to leave him little notes about the proper place for shorts (two drawers down) and please coil up your belts and put them in the little cubbyholes, but I think he’s catching on.  (in spite of the grumbling and complaining about how there are too many rules in the closet.)

closet (left view)

closet (left view)

closet (right view)

closet (right view)

I like how, with the correct placement of the mirrored doors, it looks like we have 2 chandeliers.  I would be totally happy if only there was a matching chandelier over the bathtub, but I’m not bitter.

One little thing that I did in the guest bath on the main floor was to add this:

I give up.  There will be magazines in the bathroom.

I give up. There will be magazines in the bathroom.

We’re waiting for the spindle to come in the mail- but that gave me time to paint it to match the walls, and carefully apply scrapbooking paper to the backside.  As an aside, I had no idea that scrapbooking was such a big deal.  I went into the store (specializing in scrapboooking supplies- can you imagine?  A whole store dedicated to a single craft!) and was overwhelmed by the paper selection.  They must have had hundreds- nay, thousands- of different patterns.  I knew that was necessary for a wool store, but scrapbooking?  Who knew?   Anyhoo, the bathroom is very small, so using the space between the studs seemed like a good idea.

Because I am a little distractible, I have taken a leaf out of Ruth’s book and bought a Knitter’s Loom. I shall spare you the pictures of the first project, because mauve and white Paton’s Astra doesn’t deserve any exposure, and my selvedges are gross, but I have an interesting scarf going right now that is surprisingly pleasing to me.  I will finish it today (now I’ve gone and jinxed the whole thing) and then give you a look and some details.   There is definite potential to bust some serious stash with this loom, and in quick time, too.

As an antidote to all the chaos in my life, I have started some Christmas stealth knitting.  Since the recipient has been known to check out my blog from time to time, it  shall have to remain a mystery.  Suffice it to say that Norah Gaughan’s brain works in a mysterious way, and that’s going to be perfect for the recipient.

I’m making some ginger syrup for homemade ginger ale (Thanks, Charity!), and drinking green tea with real live ginger.  (Nothing like a trip to the health food store.)  I’ve been struck with a horrendous cold, and because Mike and Andy have already been through it, their sympathy quotient is somewhat low.  I am reduced to nursing myself, and am at the point where any idea for relief and a cure will be entertained.    Suggestions?

Oh, I almost forgot.  There is a new man in my life, one who appreciates knitted hats.  Even wet ones.

Man of my Dreams

Man of my Dreams

I think I’ll call him Jean-Claude.

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and that’s “patient” as in “not impatient”.   My little reward of the day was seeing a little bit of Darwinism at work.   I was in the parking lot at Home Depot, and walked past a guy who was trying to load two garage doors into his minivan.   To his credit, he was at least trying to go in through the back door, but honestly, the garage doors had to be twice as long as the inside of the van.  (They were all folded up in cardboard boxes but looked to be about 24 feet long.)   I thought to myself, there’s no way that’s going to work, but when I came out fifteen minutes later, he was just tying the red ribbon on the back of the doors that had to be sticking at least 10 feet out the back door of his van.  (Don’t try to tell me that the math doesn’t work.  I am taking Artistic License.)   He had used tie downs to keep the van door from flapping up and down- score a point for that- but he hadn’t bothered to secure the ends of the packages similarily.  Because of the weight of the hangover,  I’m not confident that one bump in the road wouldn’t cause a loss of cargo.  I did not drive behind him on the way home.

So what was I doing at Home Depot?  The usual; looking for something I couldn’t find,  and then looking for something else I couldn’t find (an employee to help me find what I was looking for).   Later in the day I took my requisite 2 trips to Sutherland Hardware (an adventure all in itself) (2 because I never get hardware right on the first trip), and now the headboard is attached to the bed, and the Ikea-approved assembly team is upstairs right now assembling wardrobes.   Yes, we should be living out of our new master suite (all except the shower) by tomorrow afternoon.

Here’s yesterday morning:

soon

and here’s this morning:

grouted

and here’s the front entryway this morning:

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But probably the most exciting thing to happen at  Chez Under Sask Skies this week is:

going...

going...

going...

going...

almost gone!

almost gone!

There is no picture of the “gone” because, well, the dumpster was gone and I was too busy doing my Happy Dance to take a picture of a blank space.  That and Andy drove into the driveway for the first time in 3 and a half months, and I don’t need a picture of his car.

Now it’s just painting touchups and other little things for the contractor to do.   Three cheers and a tiger for us!  I asked Mike if he would undertake a renovation again, and he mumbled something about his body and it being dead and something over it, but I would do it again.  Maybe not tomorrow, and not this house, but yes, I have that much of a masochistic streak in me.

How can we tell that Geoff has come home for the weekend?

geoff3

geoff2

because everyone need their tv mounted to the wall in the bedroom

He’s really not as cranky as he looks here.

What Geoff does when we let him out of the attic.

What Geoff does when we let him out of the attic.

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Geoff was wondering why, when he was in high school, we freaked out when he wanted to run cables in the attic and hang speakers and other stereo stuff on the walls and ceilings.  Something about credibility and experience, I suppose.

Since knitting has actually occurred (Call Ripley’s!  Judy’s been knitting!) here’s what’s resulted:

mirror1

mirror3

If this looks fuzzy, just squint.

And because I am so happy with the way these turned out, here’s more:

mirror2

inside out

Also inside out.

Also inside out.

And in the great outdoors:

mirror and image

These are the Fake Isle Hat, with just a few modifications.  I used black Patons Classic Wool and Silk Garden, and reversed the colours in the second hat.  I also switched up the ribbing to a 2-by-2 instead of 3-by-1.   And for the very astute among you, the lower hat is indeed the larger size and with a fold-up brim.  Andy showed a little interest in the smaller one, but declined to commit to wearing one should someone knit it for him.  I’m not falling into that trap.

So, toques completed, I spent the better part of yesterday fondling some Silk Garden Lite and some Noro Yuzen that are calling to me.  By Sunday I should be able to access my knitting books and patterns, and get going on the Next Big Thing.  (or small thing.  whatever.)   Only a crazy person would pack things away for a renovation and not leave all her knitting stuff within reach.  (sound of cackling laughter here.)  And now I must go and mumble dogface to the banana patch.

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here we go again...

The rumour du jour is that the tile setters will be back next Tuesday to do the tub and the front entryway, so I think that’s progress.  The deck this time doesn’t look like someone’s grade 8 woodshop project, and it’s even level.  Yay.   It’s amazing what can be accomplished when you ply the carpenter with apple scones.

If the floor re-grouters get here this morning, we should be back in the bedroom on Saturday.  Also Yay.

FFF is done.

Farnsworth's Fibonacci Facecloth

Farnsworth's Fibonacci Facecloth

I suspect that, while not in the recipient’s league, I am a bit of a  geek myself.   I can’t tell you how clever I feel about this project.  Now I need to look for other number sequences that could be used for another project.  This used almost all of a ball of Bernat’s Cot’n Corn yarn, which is pleasant enough to knit with, if a bit splitty.  It’s not mercerized, but neither is it kinky, so it’s soft enough for a facecloth, but still shows the stich definition.  (How technical is that?  It’s a flippin’ YO K2tog.  Big woop.)

Now that that’s done, I’m going to try a very small sweater for another friend.  (We’re talking inches here, and not very many of them.)  There’s another story that goes along with that, but it will have to wait.

I am wearing my new earrings today.   I am unable to take my picture in my new finery, as my camera seems to add extra chins and saggy neck skin just as a joke, and that’s one bit of humour I’m glad to keep to myself.

Off to cast on for the next project, and maybe listen to CastOn.  I’m only about 9 months behind, but I’m ready for a dose of the audio warm butterscotch that is Brenda Dayne’s voice.    Later!

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Not where it was yesterday...

Not where it was yesterday...

Where it was yesterday

Where it was yesterday

So much for progress.  At least there seems to be some sort of urgency with today’s proceedings.  The plumber is coming back at noon to reconnect the plumbing, so that must mean that something constructive will be happening  before then.

In an effort to feel like I have some sort of control over the situation, I dove into the garage yesterday and built:

Drawers- all that's needed is a place to put them

Drawers- all that's needed is a place to put them

Not much, I know, but I needed to do something to make it feel like we’re not all sitting around with our thumbs up our asses pulling ahead.

I could knit, but my elbow hurts.   Ice and Ibuprofin, that’s where it’s at.

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I spoke too soon.  The progress in the bathroom yesterday was all for naught.  Turns out that while the tub was level, the tub deck itself is not.  The tilers can’t get the tile under the tub lip on the far side of the deck.   After much hand-wringing, here’s where we’re at.

The taps must be disconnected (call the plumber), the tub has to be taken out, and the deck has to be dismantled and rebuilt, this time checking for level.

To paraphrase Mike Holmes, why the hell wasn’t it done right the first time?  I am starting to lose my good humour and sense of adventure.   Demolition and reconstruction is going to set back the tilers, which will set back the re-grouting-of-the-floor-ers, which will set back the painter doing her touchups, which will set back the tiling of the front entryway…But what can I do?  If I have a hissy fit, I risk having the contractors drop me to the bottom of the list.  So, I will just bite my tongue and hope that there is some sort of cloud of organization and good workmanship out there looking for a place to land.

We’re doing this on purpose, we’re doing this on purpose, we’re doing this on purpose…

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