Archive for October, 2007

Somebody Socked Meh!

I’m dead!


But what a way to go.


These socks are so marvelous. They fit perfectly. They are warm. They are in my colours. They were handknit. For me.

Can it get any better than this? I submit to you, that it cannot.

Here is the sock I will be mailing on to the 7th generation of assassin, along with the yarn and a goodie or two – to finally off the knitter I was to target. She lives in West Van – if I had knit faster, I could have delivered them in person.


Now, they will be coming to her via Belgium.

Mine came all the way from the Netherlands. Thank you Ammerins – I love them!

In other Socktober-y news (where did this month go? there are like 2 days left?!) here are my Picot Edged Monkeys.


I would never have believed picot-ing was this easy. And they worked on my first try. I had no confidence going in and was completely amazed to watch the picot reveal itself as I worked. This tutorial helped greatly. I even did the recommended crochet provisional cast on – which I had thought was too fiddly. It was so simple. I love this technique. I am seeing some more picot edges in my sock knitting future…

I am now working on my 4th repeat of the pattern and am enjoying it greatly. It is so straightforward. Not news to most knitters out there (I have got to be about the last person to knit these). I resisted this pattern for as long as I could — never one to join hoi polloi — until I saw these.

I am off to read in my snuggly socks!


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Sarah of Bella Knitting!

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For correctly identifying this dreadful prosthetic hand as belonging to this man:

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FBI Agent Alex Krycek of the X-Files.

There he is, with his fake hand on some poor man’s shoulder – this shot reminds me of Jonny Depp’s fake arm in Once Upon a Time in Mexico. ūüėÄ

Because this is such fun, I drew another name and Trek – you too have a won a Socktoberfest inspired prize.

Congratulations Sarah and Trek!

Special mention goes to hi dee, for her hilarious clue: I‚Äôm CRYing in my CHEXs cereal that no one has answered your question.¬† What colour do you want those house slippers to be? ūüėČ

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Growth Р{groh-th} 

1. the act or process, of a manner of growing; development; gradual increase

It is probably quite clear that Kira is beloved. That she is pampered and petted. That she takes center stage here Рand even, at my work when she accompanies me.
Well, my Mother’s dear friend stayed with us for a few weeks. She brought her baby with her. Her baby, most naturally, is beloved. She is pampered and petted. She is accustomed to center stage.
Kira and her baby – they didn’t start out good friends.

Kira was met with this:


Kira countered with this:


She claimed Daisy’s bed as her own. She even ate the treats that Daisy had *hidden* there. This picture isn’t the most accurate – it appears Kira fits there comfortably. The bed wowed and warped to fit her! Anytime Daisy wasn’t in it – Kira was. Only in the evenings.

For the first few days Kira and Daisy alternated between growling lunges and ignoring each other completely. Little by little, they grew to tolerate each other.

Two weeks in, they’d progressed to this:


Add the presence of a vacuum cleaner…..you’d get this:

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At one point Daisy even hid between Kira’s legs! I am truly sorry not to have a pic of that.

If Daisy’s mother wasn’t home, Daisy would cuddle with whichever human was¬†there¬†— which actually included me. Daisy took about 10 days to not quiver when I pet her – she made me feel so guilty! I like to think it was because Kira was so possessive of me, but I’m really not sure. If I came home for lunch and my Mom and Kay were out – Daisy would sit on my knee and Kira would jump up too. They wouldn’t look at each other, but they would share a knee.

Was it growth? Desperation? Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.

btw – don’t let that first picture fool you. Daisy is a very sweet dog! I know in that picture she looks a lot like¬†Bodil DeRezny.¬†Daisy was quite fond of the cats – especially Scully (the orange lady on the couch with them).

That reminds me….tomorrow I will announce the winner of the Contest! Stay tuned.

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New Book Meme

In catching up on all my blog reading, I found this Meme over at Knitting in the North (curse Typepad¬†– it lost my super long comment for her not once, not twice but three times! ridiculous). Check out her blog – she has some big news. ūüėĬ†¬†

¬†1. Hardcover or paperback, and why? “Hardcover. I like the feel of the weight of the book in my hands, or against my lap when I’m reading in bed. I also find it stays open better.” Ditto – and hardcovers feel luxurious somehow.¬†

2. If I were to own a book shop, I would call it… I am really going to have to think that over…

3. My favorite quote from a book (mention the title) is… Sucks to your asmar!’ I have no idea why this has stuck with me, but it is something I say/write rather often – who knew required school reading would be with me 15 years later! Lord of the Flies

4. The author (alive or deceased) I would love to have lunch with would be… William Shakespeare. Seriously. I love the timelessness of his writing and¬†his incredible insight into human motivations and weaknesses.

5. If I was going to a deserted island and could only bring one book, except for the SAS survival guide, it would be… This is hard – but Shakespeare wins again. The complete works of course.

6. I would love someone to invent a bookish gadget that…gave me more time in my day – so I could read, blog, read blogs and knit, and walk the dog and talk on the phone and…

7. The smell of an old book reminds me of… possibility, sanctuary and exploration.

8. If I could be the lead character in a book (mention the title), it would be…Anne Elliot from Persuasion. She is clever, but not overly so, loved, practical and she ends up married to Ciaran Hinds.

9. The most overestimated book of all times is…Any of those dreadful Gabaldon ‘historical’ adventure things. Ugh.

10. I hate it when a book…is heavy handed, too sentimental or dull, dull, dull.

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Well – I think you have waited long enough. I couldn’t even begin to tell you what has kept me from the computer for the last week —- even I don’t know. ūüėČ

At long last, here is the yarn I bought in Alaska.


5 skeins of Elsebeth Lavold Silky Tweed in burgundy : destined to become Anais

2 skeins of Artyarns Ultramerino4 in a brown and pink/orange/red mix : becoming Picot Edged Monkeys . This yarn is like butter! I will be buying more and I am really glad I swerved left from my colour preference because I am liking these colours a lot.

I had to get this kit. I love Ravens. The yarn is handspun in Sitka. The colours are perfect. Silk. Roving.


A Thrummed Mitten kit. (pattern not in picture — not sure why…)
Ooooh it is going to be so cozy!

I realize it looks like I was the picture of restraint. Well – had I known I would not be finding the yarn I was hunting for (enough Alpaca for¬†Chantal in a rich, deep purple. Sigh.) Iwould have bought a lot MORE yarn. Though, my plodding approach to FO’s really doesn’t allow for more stash…I would have added in a big way if I’d known.

Aaannnnnndddd  I won a contest over at Meowfish Pie Knits! I guessed the exact date her little boy will be joining her family Рso exciting for them.

She sent me this incredibly beautiful yarn.


It’s a sportweight and must be something more than a plain jane¬†accessory¬†— any suggested patterns? I could surf Ravelry but if you saw the length of my queue already…it’s safer if I take suggestions. That’s what I’ll tell myself at any rate.

Ummmm speaking of contests…I have had not one guess for my Contest. ūüė¶ I could have sworn there were more Sci-Fi watching knitters out there. Kinda like The Truth. (as in: The Truth is out there). If that doesn’t help the names of my cats might.

Here’s the rundown of the contest again:¬†

CONTEST: I took the photo from the wrong side. Curses.This has got to be the all time funniest moment that was certainly not meant to be funny. Just follow the link and if you know whose hand that is and from what program…it might just win you a prize in honour of Socktoberfest! If there is more than one correct answer I will draw names. Leave your guess in the comments. ūüėÄ (Unless that is you in the mock photo!) {ohhh maybe you Can play!}}

Come out and play Sci Fi-Sleuthing knitters!   1/2 answers count.  Name the the person or name the show.

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¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬† “We’ll take care of this.”


“Oh. Beg pardon Mistress Black, Miss-Madam Lestrange. I didn’t mean to…I…I.”


¬†¬† “Silence fool. Fortunately, you chose acrylic. Had it been otherwise…”


                                               A closeup of Bellatrix.

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Mmmm…what is the connection between Knit Blogs and fabulous food? I’m not sure – but I’m grateful.

Look at what I made for breakfast this morning. Recipe here!¬†I would use a little less butter – just sayin’.


So delicious – the aroma of baking apples, fresh cinammon and cloves.


I found this via Fig and Plum – and let me tell you her menu for a Farmer’s Market feast? Fabulous. I am off to our mini version of a FM this afternoon. I love chilled soup – I ordered a different flavour each night on our cruise. The blueberry was divine.

I am going to scour the Internet for a chilled Apple soup because I have this sitting on my kitchen counter:


From a friend’s tree. We’ve already had Apple Crisp, Apple Pie, Harvest Meatballs, Apple Clafouti (or is it Flongarde?), baked apples — you get it.

I’m a major fan of Brussel Sprouts and just look at the sprouts Cirilia made.¬†Not to mention the adorable Coffee Cardigan. I’m really into knitted covers for things — according to my Ravelry queue. Actually making some is another beast altogether. ūüôā

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After losing Trivia again.


Yep – I was knitting in the bar.


So cozy.

The big Chef’s night – which included singing, dancing and juggling waiters as well.



Not all of us could wear our hats so well.


Our last port of call: Ketchikan. The salmon were running.



Dolly’s House.


Here’s an interior shot of my favourite bookstore. This chair is conveniently located beside the crafts section – which carried nearly all of the YarnHarlot’s books.


Now don’t take this the wrong way but the following¬†seems like¬†something you would only find in the USA. It is the Post Office and the Taxidermist. Together. In one building.


Please note the realism of the display – the feathers in the mouths. And in case you were wondering, the ptarmigan does come with the otter. Hey, that’s a bargain!


And we thought we were the only one’s out there bastardizing this joke.

Our last day was spent sailing down the Inside Passage. We stayed out on deck quite a bit, chatting, reading, napping and knitting (ok that was just me). And yep – it was still chilly.


Chilly but beautiful.


Check out the Rainbow Topaz ring my Aunt bought – you know, if you can spot it. (not actually my Aunt’s hand)


CONTEST: I took the photo from the wrong side. Curses. This has got to be the all time funniest moment¬†that was certainly not meant to be funny.¬†Just follow the link and if you know whose hand that is and from what program…it might just win you a prize in honour of Socktoberfest! If there is more than one correct answer I will draw names. Leave your guess in the comments. ūüėÄ (Unless that is you in the mock photo!)


I love this pic of my cousin but…he wouldn’t buy it. So I improvised. Shhhh!


This sub-group played a lot of cards during our trip. Here’s their last game in the lounge where the loveliest string quartet played each night.


I knit while I waited to be picked up. Err… I mean Reunited!


I had a fabulous trip but I am happy to be back. Just look at what a gorgeous day it was when we arrived home:


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3 new book reviews on the 2007 Reads page.

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The famed Whitepass Railway.


The Volendam.


Can you even believe there is finally a picture of Passin’ the Dress Code?


The pesky hem kept rolling above the elbows! Something to be said for blocking I suppose.

Here are some of the towel ‘pets’ that would greet us after dinner.




I loved the little paper eyes they used. So cute. There was a puppy and a snake too – but…no pics.

The day in Skagway was followed by Dessert Extravaganza night. When I walked into the pool area of the Lido deck a woman said to me “Welcome to Heaven”. There was more cake, chocolate, carved fruit and¬†ice than I have ever seen. It was actually a little ridiculous – and those poor people! They had been up at some god awful hour to serve breakfast at the 6am buffet and now they were slicing cake at 11:30pm. What a job.

One of the servers gifted my friend this little tropical bird made of marzipan.


The next day we sauntered through Glacier Bay. Again I spent most of the day securely esconced on a deck chair. Come on – look at the great view I had! There was one particularly awesome calving – an entire tower of ice crashed into the water. The crack was tremendously loud.



As we sailed out of Glacier Bay there was a clear demarcation in the water


I did knit for a little while but really – it was too blasted cold! Even still – look at how quickly Bellatrix was knitting up.


A crew member walking by decided to help me out with my photoshoot.


As she was helping me, my Uncle passed by – he wasn’t sure who was crazier: Me for knitting or her for posing my sock in front of the glacier. When I saw the picture later I felt badly that I hadn’t included her – just her arm. Nice eh? She was actually the Assistant Cruise Director that had just been told at morning trivia by a (quite hard of hearing I am sure) senior that she needed to learn to E-NuN-CI-Ate or speak ‘English’. Might I add that she spoke perfectly clearly, with virtually no detectable accent (from Ontario) at a reasonable volume. Our group was shocked – but among the seniors there was a general muttering concensus that she couldn’t speak. Sheesh. On this cruise there was an appalling number of embittered and rude seniors. It was very strange.

We had fantastic weather that afternoon – cold and lightly raining, but there were some sunny breaks.


And some great fog.




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