This is why it’s really important to choose your neighbors wisely:
Really, we do have the best neighbors. On a day when the city snow removal crews weren’t apparent even on main arteries (including one near our house where there was a fatal accident three days ago), we were at the mercy of the elements. Andy took my jeep to work (and had to drive a few people back and forth) and reported little or no road clearing happening. We only see a city grader on our cul-du-sac every three or four years, and this isn’t the year, so imagine my joy when Dale from next door snow-blowed (snow-blew?) our driveway on his rounds. A little while later, however, he looked like a sissy when Brent from the other-side next door brought home one of his company vehicles. Too bad we can’t compete, but perhaps heartfelt thanks will suffice. I don’t want to seem petty, but we were hoping this weather would happen while we were away…
Big news. I knit!
This is the Flared Smoke Ring Cowl. I used Ella Rae Lace Merino that I purchased in Ottawa last year. It spent some time in the timeout bin, after an abortive attempt at some Victorian Lace Today. Victorian Lace Never, more like it.
It matches nothing I own, no jacket, no sweater. I do love it, though (even though it will never be pulled up on my head like this), so I’ll have to improvise.
I ran into a rather snooty person at the gym this week, who poo-pood my loom. She of course weaves on a “grown-up’s” loom. After she told me that I couldn’t weave patterns on my loom, just one-by-one weave, I ran home and warped up for a basketweave scarf. I think it turned out quite nicely.
He insisted on the sunglasses in case any of his friends recognized him and gave him grief about the nice purple scarf. He’s such a wuss; not in touch with his feminine side at all. I told him that this shouldn’t be as threatening as the cowl, but he just set his jaw and refused to talk. To add insult to injury, I made him go and sit on top of the china cabinet with a ball cap on sideways and a pair of 3-D glasses from Avatar. You want silly? I’ll give you silly.
The ultimate in silly has to be last night’s movie fare. In my own defense, I left the room. Almost immediately. Crank High Voltage . I really hope that everyone involved in this movie did it tongue-in-cheek, because from what I heard and saw on my few trips past the television, well, it would be too sad if they thought they were making an art film.
Mike has very kindly finished cleaning the kitchen after supper, so the table is cleared and I am ready to resume weaving. I know I keep saying it, but I am having way too much fun. Housebound because of the weather? Bring it on.