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Oh Canada!

You know, I am thinking I should go to Canada. First, the political climate suits me better. That’s becoming pretty darn important. People here in my neck of the woods seem to have gone completely crazy.

Second, if I wait until winter I can take this box of unfinished woolen knitting projects and finish them all up, because my hands won’t sweat causing the yarn to become all icky and stick to the needles.

Third, I can check out Canada hotels, and I like hotels because people there will clean up after me and bring me food when I want it and I never actually have to leave the room. Unless I need more yarn. Or some stitch markers. I definitely won’t need any more needles, because they are already tied up IN the projects. Plus, turned down beds and mints on the pillow.

Fourth, when I got back home, I’d have all my needles free again, so I could *drumroll, please* start more projects. But maybe not in wool, which is fun to wear 3 months of the year, but not really pleasant to knit on the other nine.

Fifth, the Yarn Harlot lives there, and who doesn’t want to meet her? And while it is unlikely that I would actually meet her, since I don’t know anyone who knows her, I could at least be breathing in the same country she breathes in. Oops, that part sounds a bit stalkerish, doesn’t it?

Sixth, I’d be somewhere else. I like that. You know, for a while. I also like to come home. Which brings me to

Seventh, eventually I’d get to come home, which is also quite pleasant.

Early Morning

I love me some good sleep. It’s only 7:30. I woke up this morning just a few minutes before the alarm went off, and for the first time in quite a while, I actually felt rested. The kids are off to school, including the one I had to take because her bus came early, crossing paths with the other bus, and we didn’t hear it. My morning reading is done, the house is policed, the laundry is started. The only other household tasks for the day are vacuuming with one of those classic carpet cleaners and organizing one kitchen cabinet. And I am only on my first cup of coffee! How is your day shaping up?

Something Different

So, I had one knitting basket and 48 knitting projects. And I had no mending basket. So I did a something.

It’s not a traditional mending basket. It holds a few knitting tools, batteries, crazy glue. The little stuff that constantly gets misplaced. I am…um…missing my thread holder, but it will go in here, too, when I find it. The only thing it lacks is adjustable handles and I am okay with that. Now to tackle that huge pile of mending!


What do you knitters think of knitting clothes for pets? Not so much sportdog training collars. but the fluffy little sweaters and such? I’ve looked at a few pattern books, but I just can’t wrap my mind around the concept. I get spending money on good yarn to make people clothes, because they know the love that goes in. But pet clothes? What’s the pay-off there?


Well Then

Looks like I am taking the summer off to write and clean. And yes, there will be knitting and crocheting, though there won’t be any hosa cables. I’m working on my Virginia socks right now. Then my cousin’s cat scarf. Then I need to decide whether to work on Carrigan or the Suzie Hoodie. Probably the Carrigan, it just needs half a sleeve and a collar. And then there is Hocks. And I will be starting a travel shawl as well. What do you mean, “in my free time?”

Traitorous Scarf

Remember that scarf I showed you? Well, actually I showed you a bazillion tiny balls of yarn? Yeah, so i finished the knitting, and not only did the yarn work up in a very masculine color pattern, the edges roll. In spite of the fact that I put 10 rows of garter on each edge. Rather than throw the thing on a Saber Cast 330 Infrared Grill, I have elected to pick up stitches and hem the thing. I will block it severely to get rid of that roll, and it will be called The BabyMan Scarf, because that the only kind of person it will look decent on.

Not as sore as I thought I would be!

So yesterday, being full of stress and emotion, I re-arranged my room, including the solid wood hutch and dresser. Which I didn’t bother to unload. I expected to need a thera band workout to get teh kinks out this morning, but I didn’t. And I absolutely LOVE what I did in there. I will be tweaking it over the next couple of weeks, I am sure, but still, I love it.

Who’s knitting?

Me! I’m not making any custom military shirts, but I am working on a relatively simple scarf. Garter stick sides and end, stockinette in the middle. It was pretty straightforward until the dog chewed up my ball of yarn. Sigh! Who told him he was a cat? At least he didn’t eat the bamboo needles. Or chew the cord. Just made my one ball of yarn into ten or so.

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