Good Cheer

Christmas was quiet this year.
Christmas Eve was my lunch for my sisters and nephews. My Mom and Paw were in Kamloops. We still had a houseful and they loved the French Onion Soup.
In the evening we went to church where Noodle Pie sang a solo in the choir, I accompanied on flute and sang, D sang and played his trumpet and Mr. Boo rang the bell. It was a beautiful service of carols and readinings.

We had crepes and omelettes for breakfast on Christmas morning with just us. Carly got her own duck.

We had some very nice gifts. This is from a dear friend thanking us for our music.
D like his alpaca toque and admitted to being jelous of all the knitting I do for others and strangers. I knew.
MIL baked and cooked up a storm. SIL and I tried to help, but to no avail. The boys reverted to beer, poker and dirty jokes, the kids were plugged into the bountiful video games, so SIL and I visited. I brought my knitting- a real saving for me.
Don't squeal too loudly at this block of stocking stitch. I am pleased to have finished the back and part of the front of this mens' large baseball sweater from knitty. I'm half-done the front. I knit in the car, in the dark on the windy highway. I knit during Alistair Sim's rendition of A Christmas Carol, during a long Christmas afternoon and even while waiting for the kids to wake up on Boxing Day.

My favourite gift is this Tom Bihn knitting bag as seen in the reviews on knitty. D even ordered the same colour and all the little bags and gadgets. It's even working as a purse while it carries a sock and the navy stst acreage. He also put the 25 year Vogue book in my stocking. Yay. You can see they are making themselves at home in my chair.

There and Back Again

On Friday we drove to Kamloops to my sister's new ranch. The morning was beautiful in our back yard.
The Coquihalla Highway was built about 20 years ago and utilized a pass that cuts off about 3 hours from the drive. It is a toll highway (still, though it's long been paid). This is less than an hour east of us.
We took highway 5A through the beautiful Quilchena and drove along the river, through Douglas Ranch (the largest in BC) and Stump Lake Ranch.
These are her Canadian Champion Papillon dogs, Cherie and Peppy. They are very happy on their new land. My sister is happy, her husband is happy to no longer be milking cows on his "little Ireland" farm. My mom is happy visiting and my dad is happy fencing and settting up the shop. They stayed for Christmas.

This is the tree she cut down from the Stump Lake Ranch during a tree cutting party with her friendly and very nice new neighbours.

It started to snow just before we left and my sisters and their husbands (and especially my mom) wanted us to stay. But we had planned to only travel for the day. D wanted to go at all, which surprised me. So I said no, and we drove back. The first leg was a bit dicey to Merrit. It too 1 1/2 hours but after that, the road report of packed ice and slippery patches was true and we made it home, by the light of an almost full moon, safe and sound.

It was so strange to be pulled home- away from my family.

We woke up the next day to snow of our own. We would have had a terrible time on the highway that morning in our little civic. We enjoyed a snow day of reading and eating baking.

Hey Dude, Where's My Week?

This was supposed to be the easy week. The pageant and concerts are done. I just had a flute recital and the book club lunch.
But Mom wanted to come over before they left for Kamloops (eventhough we'll see them there tomorrow) and I ended up cleaning house, grocery shopping and cooking a more substantial meal than I normally would on a Wednesday night. We also cancelled pipe band and skating.
I've been walking the dog and even made it to the gym.
The clay baker has worked overtime with two back to back free range hens. Yummy! I needed more than one chicken to feed 6 people and I needed chicken for the book club Waldorf salad. As well, I made extra broth for the Christmas Eve French Onion Soup.
Book Club was awesome. My friend brought a wonderful parsnip soup to go with the salad and we had Triple J's organic cranberry and apple juice from just down the street. All 6 books were chosen for the year as well- our first time to be so pro-active. And I think another friend will join us to make 5.
I'm excited, eventhough I'll have some trouble fitting it in with Nursing study. This is going to be a big year.
I finished buttoning the EZ tomten jacket and chose to make loops instead of using snaps.
I so enjoy having a cable sweater and a pair of socks on the needles. It feels like zeroing out in my calibration. The attraction of opposites. You probably understand how to balance your projects.
When I was upgrading for nursing school, I was still in the Reserve Forces Medical Corps. We were on alert to take over in case of a general strike (BC politics is a clown show). I couldn't decied whether to take my ballet slippers or my basket ball runners. I'm still like that. I don't rule things out just because their new or different. I am my own set of contradictions.
I have a whole day left in this week and it will be spent in travel. Whew. I feel as if I'm on a big wave that's headed for... what? Hopefully some good choir and flute at Christmas and then lots of family.

Planet Gauge

I made it through the concerts. One on Friday night and another on Sunday afternoon (between teaching Sunday School and directing the Pageant). This is a blurry shot of a very nice senior's choir singing with a grade 4-6 choir. Very Christmassy. I wish I had had more time to prepare my flute accompaniment, but it was nice to be included and appreciated. With flowers!
On Saturday morning, my daughter's skating leadership group hosted a Santa Skate. There were tons of little ones and Santa and a bake sale and the usual freezing rink madness.
She did a Mickey in the theme of the "much anticipated" skating carnival.
I managed to hunker down and finish the silly dog sweater. They really like it and have promised me a picture of Stella in her finery.
I don't know what planet I was on when I cast on the Anniversary Sweater (knitty) a few weeks ago. I made sure I was ready to jump in on Sunday night and it was twice as big as I expected. The gauge was all off!!!
So I reswatched (in pattern, I prefer to set gauge in st st). And I reknit and I reswatched and couldn't get gauge.
Finally, I chose the gauge I liked for the springy navy phildar and went looking for a pattern in that gauge. Bass ackwards. But I will be spending quite a bit of time with this project and I don't want to fear the ghost of swatches past.
I chose Baseball (also knitty). I had planned to make it for the next nephew, but I think it's what this yarn wants to be. I usually don't like large swaths of st st, but for Christmas, it could twine my head together.
I also started and LOVE the jaywalkers. Who knew two rows could make such an excellent pattern? Well, everyone, but me. I'm always the last on a trend. But this is a good one.
I hope I have figured out the navy sweater. The relaxing break is not as useful if there is sighing and cursing. I would like the gauge fairy to revisit my knitting bag and make it work again.

Can She Make It?

This is a short post because I must return to the festivities.

That is some of the mauve mohair dog sweater I am knitting for my neighbour's grand-dog. I don't like dogs in sweaters and I think they should wait for a real kid. But I love my neighbour and Stella, the black pug is a delight. I'm usure about fit. I've never made one before. The pattern is from Fall 2006 Knitscene (yes the one with the Central Park Hoodie) and I'm trusting the pattern. But not enough to knit in garter stitch stripes. I figured the ribbing will offer better fit. The problem is that it could not fit really badly. We'll see.

My sisters came for our annual lunch (one was snowed in) and we feasted on chicken pie and goodies. It was so good to see them without any distractions. We each brought a gift. This one is from the sister who couldn't come. She made the wrapping paper and inside...Hand made homespund mittens. Squee!! They are so soft and great for reading at the rink.

Lastnight was the Middle School Band concert. The music was great. I was swamped with organizing a silent auction. The local businesses donated great prizes and I even came away with a few, oh pictures.

D. and I went to a Christmas brunch, the first time in several years we could accept the invitation. We stopped at Costco, but I had already scooped some good items at MTF which sells off their rejects. I have done Christmas shopping and even have some January/February birthdays looked after. Then D. bought snow tires for my car. That was so sweet of him and now we can travel the Coquihalla Highway to see my sister in her new ranch. The open house is next Friday.

But right now I have to get back to my flute practice. I accompany a multicultural seniors and kiddies choir tonight and on Sunday (between teaching and the pageant). Whew!

I will be so happy when this weekend is over and I only need to wrap gifts.

Seven Dozen Buttertarts

That sounds like a chorus in the 12 Days of Christmas. I'm happy to be marking things off my list.

All the gifts are bought. We were in Vancouver on Friday night and Saturday (sorry no pictures) and I found some books for the kids. I also stood in line at Lee Valley tools forever to get Uncle Jack a gift certificate. We draw for names in D's family and I've already had his name a few times. I have already knit for him. He does wear his Lopi sweater, though. He taught wood work at a highschool and can pick out something for himself.

We ate at the Sandbar on Granville Island. Such a Vancouver mix of good design and casual approach. The seafood was influenced from all over the world and we had a great visit. It is a special friendship that can survive so many years with just an annual visit.

My friend is getting back to knitting because she has quit her job to stay home with their 3 year old. Her last project, 9 or 10 years ago, was a sweater for her very tall husband. It was stolen out of her car!

We went to Urban Yarns and I set her up with some Cascade 220 and Ann Budd's book, the Knitter's Handy Book of Patterns. I think this is a good step to success. First a vest for her son.

I also got some Debbie Bliss cashmerino aran. It is the perfect colour to make my mom some hotel socks. My bestfriend has the pattern right now, so I'll get the specs. I probably have until February, Mom's birthday.

In our travels, I ate something that didn't agree with me. It was a long night. But this morning we had a run through of the Christmas Pageant and I now have the confidence that I have chosen the right one. The Youth Group are going to have to do a bit more, but the little Sunday School kids have their parts down. That's for next Sunday night. By then I will have finished my baking, wrapped many of the gifts and performed flute with the Harrison Hot Springs Multicultural Choir.

Maybe I'll be able to sit back and finish reading Moby Dick and get started on another knitting project.

Trying to Pay

Who wants handmade gifties? I still haven't had comments for three handmade specially crafted treats.

If you are interested, the request is that you comment and then post on your own blog the same challenge. The first three commenters qualify. We will have 365 days to make and send the items. Think about joining Pay It Forward.

I'm off to Vancouver for our annual shopping visit with friends from UBC. I'm a bit nervous about leaving the kids alone overnight for the first time, but Grandma is right down the street and we have great neighbours (on one side).

We hope to do a bit of shopping tomorrow.

Today is pre-empted by another funeral. So sad. One of our

Early Treats

Thanks to Angie at http://www.purlingoaks.typepand.com/ for the yummy treat of yarn which I won in her bloggiversary contest. My first win.

Cooling their little tails behind the yarn is a double batch of "White Mice" or "Mexican Wedding Cakes".

I remember making these with my three big sisters when I was even very small. They would let me shape the small balls and sometimes let me dip them in the icing sugar after they were baked. I'm afraid mine are a bit large, not quite rats or guinea pigs, but my family will all remark on how I can't make anything small or in small batches. Here's an early treat for you:

White Mice

1/2 cup butter

1/2 cup shortening - cream together

1/3 cup brown sugar

pinch of salt

1 tsp vanilla - mix in

2 cups flour

3/4 cup chopped nuts- add and mix

Roll into balls. Bake at 400 degrees F. for about 10 minutes.

While still warm, roll in icing sugar.

There will be none left on Christmas Eve as documented in the poem,
"Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse."

Here are my red amaryllis. I usually plant bulbs on November 1st, but the last few years have been disappointing. We went away in January and the blooms were late, so my mom got the blossoms. She also got a beautiful silk plant from me. So this year I have my own faux loveliness. It goes nicely with the white pointsettia in the pot on the mantle. Oh yah, the tree is fake too. But the knitting time I earn from not tending disposable living plants is real!

The Tomten jacket is down to the sleeves. I like knitting in bite sized bits. The front and back were a bit of a slog- plain garter stitche is not my favourite. But each module is small and measurable and quickly knit. It's like finishing several projects and then not sewing them up. Yay. This would look stunning in a more interesting wool. But I inherited this Beehive Astra and I'm making a sweater for that lady's great grand-child. My first great-niece or nephew.

I just keep thinking about those beautiful Italian baby sweaters I have seen in pastels with incredibly simple garter stitch. I do adore those. This would fit in there. I also bought really cool tractor buttons because their family sold the farm in September, so baby may not know cows or tractors, just as mine don't.

Snow Knitting

I'm glad I put out seed and suet for the little birdies. I saw a goldfinch, but this is an Oregon Junco. The snow was so bad on the way home from church that I was sure our evening concert would be cancelled.
No such luck. We ended up walking to the church in the pelting ice. The concert was warm and wonderful.
Somehow Noodle had 3 girls come over for sugar cookie cooking in the afternoon. They decimated my kitchen and I hid in the basement, knitting and watching The Four Feathers. A great video.

I hate storms. Growing up on the farm, there was so much extra work. Driving big trucks in the Medical Corps was a lot of responsibility for me. I was the one who had to get through. Then training for Nursing in Calgary was often difficult. It took me quite a while to get the right clothes. I would use the tunnel underground to go from the residence to the hospital. I would use Siberia as my return address. Parts of Dr. Zhivago were filmed in Canmore.
I did get some knitting done. This is the squiggles shawl from Magknits made into a scarf for my lovely flute teacher. I can't tell you how happy I am to get it off the needles. I did not enjoy this strange large needle/ fluffly wool/ side to side knitting. Carly is modelling it here. Everyone is at school or work, so I was able to clean the floors. I'll go out driving for afterschool pick up and delivery.

The heavy, warm rains have come to wash away the snow and threaten flooding. We call it a pineapple express.

Today I hope to cast on some (less than exciting for pictures) navy swatches for another nephew sweater. I enjoy traditional knitting.

Pay It Forward

My Christmas cards are done. I will wait till next week to mail them. I have been a bit punky and it was all I could manage when I wanted to bake.
I have a lot of lines to learn for the two dramas I am preparing. My own fault. I'm barely getting practice time with my actors, though, so it's stressful. A lady came and took all my costumes away until 2 days before the pageant. Did I already tell you that?

Good news, good vibes. I was reading Purling Oaks and she invited her readers to be part of a blog phenomenon, " Pay It Forward". I will carry on from this site.

“The idea of the exchange is I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on this blog post requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet, and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.”
I know this is another step to conquering the world.

I'm trying to conquer this squiggle scarf. Three types of yarn to make an open knit with visible stitches. I'm not really enjoying it. I think it's partly the side-to-side knitting and partly the cutting and fringing of each row. It should go quickly now (because I'm not allowed to work on anything else). Moby Dick is seeming more compelling suddenly.
Here is the hat which I have finished since this morning's photo. It's Bernat Alpaca blend. It's very soft and very warm and good enough for something D. will wear in the barn. I adapted the old Paton's pattern (Habitant) to knit in the round. The yarn is not a great choice to show the cables, but c'est la guerre.
I do like it's fluffiness. It will placate the husband who sees so many projects leave the house for others.

Handspun

I have 4 sisters. I am the youngest. They each have great gifts and strong personalities so we drive each other crazy in many and varied ways. But there was a time when the four of us, the big guys and the little guys, were a strong unit and stuck together to help each other grow up and explore the many interests and ideas that we are known to generate. We are idea people.
I remember sitting around a table making boxes to wrap gifts in, making extraordinary Christmas baking. I was four years old when we made beads of magazine papers and strung a curtain for my nanny. I can still smell the turpentine. I was not much help.
We knit and sewed and made candles and macramed and did anything that was a new fad or an old heritage craft. This was before we had heard of Martha Stewart and we had no money to "source" items. We just used what we had.
The handspun was made by my second oldest sister who lives on Saltspring Island. It is lush and smells like lanolin. She gave it to my next oldest sister who passed it to me this summer when she was moving. Now I guess I have different rules about gifts. Most of what I believe I blame on them. But this wool wants to be with the giftee.
So I made her and her husband hats for their cold Kamloops ranch. They were a quick knit from the amazing "The Knitter's Handy Book of Patterns" by Ann Budd. I love this book. If you have any unmarked yarn in your stash, you must find this book. It goes hand in hand with EZ's idea that the gauge you get in your swatch is the right gauge and you just adjust the pattern.
But look.

I may have enough left over to make another hat. For me? I think that will be allowed because it was not intentional, and the gifts were made first.

In the list of Christmas knitting, I have only a few things left. I don't like to stress my Christmas further with the stress of unsatisfactory progress.

One hat for my hairdresser who does both my kids now too. He can use it for mountain biking, maybe.

Two mittens for friends' boys 2 and 5 years old. Ann Budd and some sock yarn for that. We don't have very cold winters, so I think non-bulky mittens would be more useful for play.

Squiggles shawl. It is not big but I don't like the side-to-side knitting. Get it done next!

D. asked for a toque. That means he feels left out by my knitting for others. I bought an alpaca blend and I'll whip it up in my travel knitting. But he will criticize it's fit or colour or feel. Oh well. Perhaps it's his way of being interested. I have knit him a masterpiece aran sweater which is "too big" and a vest that is also "too big". The vest fit when I made it (of brown fine weight alpaca) and the aran sweater looks really good on him. I'm not inclined to knit a lot more for him.

It's like my daughter asking for popsicles. There are popsicles in the fridge but she doesn't like them. When she has finished them, I will buy more. The ones I buy next will be wrong as well, anyway. This is low on my priority list. Go get your own popsicles and quit whining.

So on to more baking. I finished the Christmas Pageant, cast it, chosen and handed out the musis, had a first run through with the main actors and am waiting back for the word on set helpers and kiddie attendance. One lady came and took all my costumes out until a few days before. Horrors! I was not going to let them go. But she has been roped into fitting the costumes (that same night!) and helping with the little kids. Whew. This does not help me.

Not A Book Club Event

I have the greatest friends in my book club. The problem is we have trouble choosing a book, reading it and discussing it.
This summer we read North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell (three of us did) and then in the fall, her Wives and Daughters (two of us finished it). I had a lovely Folio edition, a gift from the other one who finished it.
Last week we met on a Wednesday evening with no kids or husbands (shocking neglect) to watch the movie North and South. It was actually the second showing, I missed the first, and four episodes all together. It was marvelous.
At the end we asked, "Are we going to pick another book?"
There was discussion, but no answer.
The good news is most of us brought our knitting and it was entirely satisfactory as a sit and knit.
These are the stitch markers I have made for my bestest friend for Christmas. She doesn't celebrate Christmas, but she's good for gifts and exquisitie baking. This is her colour and matches the Kiri shawl I knit her for her birthday. They are packed in a sweet chiffon bag and tucked inside a tiny box marked, "Peace On Earth". I hope I can wait to give them to her. Our black Alaska finally came in at our LYS. I gave up on waiting for it for the Counterpoint scarf and just bought Cascade 220. Dependable 220. We have the Canadian distributer here in town. She does not have my favourite yarn shop, but I can be a bit mercenary when I want Cascade.
This is some Araucania sock yarn that slipped into my basket at my favourite store when I was buying extra Maisy yarn for the chemo cap. I don't know how that happened. I was only buying black Alaska for Noodle Pie's felted messenger bag. Whoops. As it turns out, I didn't need the extra skein of maisy and will trade it in for another of the Araucania. I think I will need more than one skein for socks and if I knit from the toe up, I can happily knit them as long as I choose.

My book club also went on a craft crawl. We started at our regular organic bakery and bought some Christmas cake, biscotti, home made chocolates (with Red Chili!) and lunch.

Next we toodled off to Greendale Pottery, a fellow music mom and brilliant potter. I bought a Brie Baker for my mom. She had the alpaca farm people there (woo hoo). I bought another skein of sock yarn. Next door is the soap maker and I bought enough for all the girlfriends of my nephews. I have never given them gifts and some have been around for years (even if I don't get to see them). I will extend my auntiness to them as well. Perhaps we can be the kind of family that welcomes friends.

Finally I finished the Maisy corn fibre and elastic chemo cap. It is nutbrown (plum) softness. I was afraid it would be too tight. I had good stitch gauge and terrible row gauge (again, none was given). I ended up measuring my head with a napkin (we were knitting at the said bakery) and still being unsure.

Because I read your blogs, I have learned a lot. Uncertainty is not a necessary part of knitting. I slipped the stitches onto a thread and tried the darn thing on. It fit my skimpy little head and still had give and sproing from the elastic. I was satisfied enough to knit up the border and cast off. Now I must get into the next town to deliver it.

I hope she can wear it. I hope her head does not itch as her hair grows back. I hope that returning to work will give her zest for life and not sap her of the energy required to heal and be a mom and wife. I hope she knows how thankful we are that she was brave enough to complete the full breast cancer treatment and how our prayers were answered that she has survived to come out the other side.

Now if I could only teach her to knit.

Not a Good Friend

Oh No! Bad Friend.

My dear friend is knitting lace socks with Cascade Fixation. In order to help her with the tiny printing, I copied out the lace pattern. The 8 rows took two sides of a 5x7 card.

She called me to say that she was ready to start the heel flap when she found a problem. Oh, no, I thought. She failed to turn the card over.

NO

There are actually 10 rows to the pattern and it is my fault that her lace looks "different". She's OK with it, but I have no way to apologize heartily enough. I think a gift of yarn is in order.

I've made some changes to the blog. Is it easier to read? I wanted to add the blogs I read. It took a bit of fiddling, but I think I can work with this.

We had our first light frost. It's a good thing my sister picked up her plants and took them to her new ranch because they wouldn't have liked my frosty deck last night.

The hardened mud means good walking in the corn field, with off leash Big Black Dog.

On the other hand, our trees are having trouble with the mild climate and light frost. We have willows in full leaf, beach trees with dried leaves that probably won't fall till spring, poplars that gave up their leaves (and some of their lives) in the last big blow, and the evergreen and much revered cedar.

Not A Pink Ribbon

This brown/plum non-colour of yarn is for a friend who has just finished her chemotherapy. I was trained as a paediatric oncology nurse. I know how devastating this treatment can be. She was not supposed to have any radiation or chemo. But after her surgery, they just wanted to be sure. I worked with her on a committee that wrapped up very successfully just before her surgery. She had had a mamogram just a year before, she is young and healthy. It was a shock.

I knit her a prayer shawl right away and gave her a pink ribbon angel to watch over her, but I have not seen her. I am grateful to be on the list of email updates.
But I bumped into a skating mom who works in the same place and my friend is going back to work soon- sans hair.
I hope this soft chemo cap will help her feel loved and ready for action.
It is made of the new Crystal Palace Maizy (82% corn fibre and 18% elastic nylon). I hope it is not irritating to the baby exposed scalp. It is just a bit sproingy- not as much as Cascade Fixation. I think it is also thinner.
Which came first, the pattern or the yarn? They both jumped out to me on the same day.
At first I wanted to knit in red because my friend does not wear pink, doesn't like it and probably hates it by now, being showered with pink ribbon paraphanalia.
I have seen her wear this almost brown. I was wearing it the same day and we made a point of sitting together to laugh about it.
The pattern is from Elann.com and was designed by Corey Laflamme for her own post-chemo self. It is called a Pi Topper Chemo Cap with a nod to Elizabeth Zimmerman ( I can see the stars alligning).
I ran into the wool shop on Friday because I was worried about Susan who is spending too much time next to her mother's hospital bed. I had seen her Thursday when I bought a book for my sister (the New Cat Bhordi) and I had to get back to her to lend her my copy of Knitting Without Tears. One of the first things I said to them when they opened was they should stock EZ books.
Maybe she'll believe me after reading this amazing book.
I encouraged her to start a Pi shawl or something equally brainless to soothe herself.

My friend has a red beetle and I'm going to enclose this ornament in the pre-Christmas gift.

Eight more batches of shortbread in the oven. Next: Buttertarts and White Mice.
I love food that improves with age.

Not So Unoriginal

I was captured by my muse (the virtual knitting world) to knit a big hat. The twin to my godson is also turning 17 next Wednesday (they share the same birthday every year). Twin A had a knitted item. Twin B sat crying into his cake in the corner. No, a good auntie won't allow that. So I took a hint from the Yarn Harlot and tried my hand at a quick knit.

I have no jumbo yarn in the stash. I took 3 strands of worsted from a previous nephew sweater and got gauge! Yes! Well, almost. He has a big head so I was happy to be a bit over. Their big brother loved his "Dublin Beanie" in alpaca a few years ago.

Now I don't know if skateboarders wear cables, but I know this dude travels around town on foot and in the bus and would probably appreciate a warm, dry head. I would appreciate a totally engrossing few hours with cables and wool that is sticky enough not to need a cable needle (thanks Grumperina).

When I had finished one pattern repeat, I was afraid the 3 skeins would not go another round. Plus I probably didn't get row gauge (as none was given) . It was almost long enough. So I farted around with joining the cables while slowly decreasing the purls. I don't like hats that decrease too quickly and bunch at the top.

The opposite risk is a pointy top. But this is relieved by wearing the thing. I worry it is too small. I worry it is the wrong colour, although as cafe au lait it is no truly discernable colour. There is a lot of black in it. I worry that cables are for geeks. I worry a lot less because I may not see it that much and my sister will probably snag it if she can. If it is the thought that counts, I'd better include the Dairy Queen gift cards that were their first gift ideas.

Not So Smart

This is my idea of sleeping in on a holiday. I get up early and surround myself with a nest of books, magazines and, on the weekend, the paper. It is quiet and I have even been known to do some writing. Even (gasp) poetry. Somehow this same chair, in my sunroom/office is just too close to central station (the fridge etc.) to allow much thinking. When the troops arise, I pull out my knitting. I can do really difficult knitting while they sleep, too.
One would think that at 14 and 16 they would be relatively independent. This is what I have been striving for for several years as I plan to re-enter the work force. Alas.
I forgot my trumpet. Mom, didn't I have a piano class today? Did you need the keys (this from G'mas as I am stranded in the parking lot). Sigh.

My little patch of clever is this display of personalized stationery for my "team leader". Yes, her name begins with S. I feel bad that I got twice as many cards for the same 1/2 price and the envelopes, too. I used scrapbooking paper and cut out letters I traced from the computer. I'm not the best at cutting (left-handed with a right hand injury) but I got the job done and she will be happy to have something handmade. Don't you just love those people. To them be blessed more handmade goodies.

Now I have learned a lot from my internet knitting friends about using markers, marking patterns, counting rows, etc. I have enlisted these strategies because they are used by better knitters. Before, I thought the goal was to knit better with no help. Not so bright.
However, with the aforementioned aids, I still stumbled. This is not a keyboard. Even if you squint. Even if you hold it really far from the piano. Here froggy, froggy. (Same picture, so intellectually cheapening. Sorry).

Ahhhh. That's better. Almost 2 repeats ( D.C. al fine). I hope our bandmaster likes it. He wears goofy ties. That's encouraging in this case.
I have a very tentative grasp on this 4 row pattern so that, if I am uninterrupted, I can knit the four rows of one pattern stripe as if I could follow along. I didn't get much knit at the rink today (Noodle Pie was doing a Skate Canada skills test), but because of all the aids for the knitterly challenged, I didn't get lost.

I have had to begin another 'public' knitting project. Knitting a gift really tells you how much someone is part of your life. I can't knit this gift at any recitals or practices where the teacher in question or his family may be attending.

Enter EZ Tomten in the ivory astra inheritance for my first grand niece or nephew. This makes me feel better about abandoning the pi shawl.

Meaningful Remebrance

This is my NoodlePie practicing her trumpet for the Last Post. See her kicky new short hair?
She played for the Lieutenant Governor at her Middle School for an exceptional service that included a power point by the computer classes of pictures of soldiers, local, First Nations (aboriginal, Indian?) and relatives of the teachers. The middle school kids were so well behaved. His Honour, Steven Point ( a local boy and hereditary chief) captured their attention. It was fun to watch them go through proper protocol. I'm big on protocol and dress and deportment from my years in the Reserve Forces Medical Corps.
That was Friday morning. Then we went to the Elementary School where the band teacher's wife teaches (my high school friend). I was asked to give a short talk on Piper Richardson VC, our own local piping hero, and Noodle played the Last Post and Reveille again. The little tykes were most attentive. We also took a piper (not my husband or my son). This young man did a stellar job of scaring the kids and making the teachers cry.
On Sunday my band was playing at the cenotaph near the closed army base in Vedder Crossing. I have been there several years attending my young drumming students in the Fraser Valley Youth Pipe Band. Before that, I drummed with the Chilliwack & District Pipe Band at the cenotaph in downtown Chilliwack. But Noodle and I went to church where my dear friend and Worship Team Captain put together a very moving service of remembrance. I did Children's Time as I usually do and Noodle played her trumpet. Usually D. plays trumpet for the church but he was piping at the official service downtown.
We had lots of tears and thankful seniors who are to frail to go out in the (moderate) cold.
We usually carry those disposable hand warmers and try to layer extra shirts under our jackets in the pipe band. One year the rain was so hard, it stopped up the pipes and we had to retreat to a drums only parade. That was fun! Then the band makes the rounds of all the seniors centres and Legions, playing and drinking until about 5:30 at which time they are unable to drive. My soccer-mom van comes in handy.


This is wrong. There is an illusion, but it is no of a keyboard. I had a 50/50 chance of getting the MC and CC right and I lost that lottery.
I frogged it and now it's better. I can knit without that niggling feeling that the world is turning in the wrong direction or at the wrong speed.
Thanks for the comments on my Noro scarf. I used two balls of each number. Would you be brave enough to pick a third like Jared at Brooklyntweed.blogspot.com . He posted the finished scarf on April 30, 2007. (I was going to use numbers only but I'm a bit of a stickler for ascending or descending and he put the month first. No, no, no.)
My nephew's birthday is this week and I hope he loves the scarf because I don't want to give it up.

Humble Bliss

These socks are so soft and fit my big feet so well! When I put them on I did a "Lime & Violet" squee. These are a decadent pleasure to overcome sore and cold feet. This is an auspicious beggining to a long, dark, wet winter.

Thanks to Noodle Pie for asking to try them on and then taking the time to take pictures. It's nice to have another knitter in the house. We can all knit, but only ther girls care about it.

Thanks to Nancy Bush for the Rib and Cable pattern in Interweave Knits Fall 2005. Thanks to Helen's Needlework in Mt. Vernon, Washington for the Mountain Colours wool in "Meadow". I'm a sucker for good colour names. I bought enough for 2 more pairs when I went back the next year and I think I can hear them crying from the stash in the back corner of the basement.

Mr. Boo got his 'N' yesterday, so he can drive independently. He can only have one friend with him, though. Good. We're proud of his capable, comfortable driving. He's so much like my Paw!

I'm doing a bit of starting. But I should knuckle down and explore the illusion knitting of the piano keys scarf. Let's see if I listen to what I "should" do.

Almost Unbearable

I love this scarf so much I can hardly bear to give it to my nephew (and godson) for his 17th birthday.

I chose it because he is very stylish and brought back a real European dash from his year as a Rotary Exchange Student. Jared from Brooklyn Tweed has such a grasp of elegant simplicity. I thought my nephew would really appreciate the subtle colour changes, the slubby wool and the extra length. He will smile and put it on right away and give me a big hug and wave as he waits for the schoolbus.

Sigh.

I could always make myself another one. But it would have to be different, and, with Noro, it could turn out radically different. I did love the actual (addictive) knitting. I have learned to embrace "random". But I really would like to recreate it. How dumb is that to have a matching scarf with your old auntie? I guess it really will be his.

It's almost unbearable.