Packing and Preparation

This is what my bed looks like when I'm preparing for a parade. I was surprised how easily I slipped into all the pieces of the uniform: white shirt, kilt, belt, sporran, tie, hose, flashes on hose, ghillie brogues, and the felted wedge hat, the glen. Also the harness and the bass drum and sticks!

 For Christmas I am planning sweaters. I have been planning this quite a while, which is not the same thing as doing the knitting. Scott's sweater is rustic navy. Never has it looked this bright in person. In the hope of matching the sleeves, I kept pins at each decrease. It worked except I didn't get row gauge and my sleeve cap was too tall. Had to be reworked.

 It took a long time to dry! It looks like I have the dimensions where I want them. Does that mean it will fit? There are no details on this Slade cardigan except the tubular cast on (slog!) and the wide button band which is currently sucking my soul unless I knit while watching Dr. Who.
He has just flown to Newfoundland to hike for 2 weeks with a friend from high school (a girl!) on the East Coast Trail. He and his nerd posse hiked the Juan de Fuca trail on Labour Day weekend and enjoyed the backpacking. They hiked a peak a week last year. Two of his high school buddies work at our local outfitters, Mt. Waddington, and have brought a lot of expertise to exploring our Cascade mountains.

 The corn is coming off. With the long hot dry spells, they have to put it in the bunker before all the moisture is lost from it. This usually happens on Thanksgiving weekend, October 13 this year. I remember because our turkey always had to wait for Paw to come in from the field.

 I actually finished this Newborn Vertebrae for a former Sunday school student who is now a teacher and had a baby in May. The wee thing was only 26 weeks gestation, and they have had a gallant affair with their wee feisty babe. The colour is firecracker, which I thing is fitting. She is home and just over 6 lbs now.

 There was a celebration at our Book Man, 24 years anniversary. It was a stunning affair. I got a used folio edition and a New York guide.

We have a farmers' market in the city as well, but it's just getting started, and I think I'd rather shop at the market called Local Harvest that also has freshly milled flours from Anita's and bakery items from the wood fired brick oven, Magpie Bakery.

 It is starting to feel like autumn.

 And I can wear my wool socks. These are my September/October pair for my operation sock drawer. Starry Starry Night by Opal with the OMG heel. I did end up with a pig's eye (hole at the heel join). I'll look on the Ravelry boards for ideas.
I look forward to wearing them when I visit the MOMA and see the painting.
Yes, I'm going to New York next week and then cruising up the East coast to the St. Lawrence Seaway and Quebec City with my bestest bestie. I'm pretty excited.

 I am picking up treasures on my walks with the big black dog.

 Warm lunches include borscht (not shown) from my Paw's garden. And BLT's with his tomatoes.

I whipped up this fox cowl. Need to fix the opening. We were going to wear them all on knit night at Hallowe'en. But I am going to be in Palm Desert with DH at that time. As I'm removing my summer clothes from my closet, they're going in a bin for desert packing.

 I cast on Monstermitts in Must Stash Cloudy With a Chance of Rainbows. I thought I could bring them, but it's fiddly knitting with changing colours and dpns.
Panicking about getting all the Christmas knitting done. I wound some yarn for Em's sweater and hemmed and hawed. I'll revisit it when I get back.

 Cast on the Matchmaker by the lovely Martina Behm. This would be great travel knitting, but I'm not sure if it gets to come. I'm crazy about the colours and the yarn, but that's not the only consideration.
I still have a pair of socks to make before the end of the year as well as a Baby Surprise Jacket for my drum teacher's first grandchild. Her daughter babysat for us, too. Add the mitts for Em's boyfriend, hot water bottle covers for my sister and her husband and maybe felted slippers for Mom and Paw. Granted those are a lot of little projects, but they are a lot. The socks would make good travel mates.

 Got my toes done in "Brunette on the Internet" a dark cherry plum. So I guess you could say I'm ready. That's a new hand bag because, of course, I had nothing suitable. I will revert to my long past all black wardrobe. I feel more confident in black, especially in a big city. I had to quit wearing all black when little Emily followed a lady out of the store, simply because she was all in black. I do mix it up with bright shawls and I'll pack some purple.

 This is what I've been futzing about for a few days. D's sweater. Found this Elsbeth Lavold Silky Wool on sale at Three Bags Full last new years and it's a perfect colour for him. Haven't knit him a sweater since the giant full on cable crew neck that he rarely wears. It looks so good with his kilt, and he noticed the ladies looking at him on the ferry when he wore it.
 But this wool does not want to become a Cobblestone. It is tweedy, but not rustic. In checking for yardage, I searched Ravelry for a DK weight men's sweater and came up with Leo from knitty.com. Eventually, after much swatching and more math than I do unless I'm calculating opiate equivalencies, I cast on the back. That's right. Pieces. There will be seaming.

But each piece will be a happy companion in my purse and I think the finished product will be better. I hope to secretly knit it up on the trip, or most of it. I will need something a little more interesting as a palate cleanser. Maybe the sock in a pattern? Or the Song of the Sea that has almost been cast on if it were not for the giant navy blob. But I don't want to bring too many projects either.

I'm not sure what to pack for the trip (of course) but I think when we get to Maine, and Canada, I'll be OK in my real clothes for real rural people. I actually have an outfit to wear to the Opera and to the one formal dinner. And a black dress for the other one. Again with the black. It will look nice with my pearls. And I will be with friends, though I'll be missing my husband, my dog and my home.
And you gentle reader. I'll blog again when I get back for a week. Then I'm off to the desert. And then it'll be November. See what I mean? I'd better get back to packing and preparing.