Off To Camp

I'm off to camp again. I go up the Cultus Lake Road, about 40 minutes, twice a week to deliver and collect Emily who is the Games Director. But this is my week and it's music week!
Blogger isn't uploading my pictures and I have to go to church and finish packing, but I'm excited about a week with young musicians.
This week was a huge discovery, orienting to the Hospice Unit. Great nurses (as always) and really personal care to patients and families. There is such a wonderful feeling at this place. The work is physically demanding, but not crazy like my other unit where I can't get everything done and juggled and charted in 12 hours. I'm going to like the 8 hour shifts and no nights, too. But now I'm weary from all things new.
Camp usually wears me out, too, so I'll have to pace myself. I have packed my knitting and reading and writing. There may be some quiet moments in the morning next to the water!
Thursday is the concert and it should be marvelous.

Making Choices

This week I have been doing orientation shifts in the Hospice. I was so stressed! I chose to seek a new position. I talked to friends who are nurses and friends who know me well. I knew I was moving in the right direction. But to choose to move away from a brilliant team of nurses who helped me return to the profession and shared such difficult work with me was almost debilitating. Yet the patient load on that unit is getting out of hand, and the work is breaking me to the point that I just don't want to be a nurse.
Leaving the mother ship is also hard. I always worked in our local hospital. As messed up as some of the administration gets, it's like a high school team and I am always proud of the care we give.
I'm changing schools, but I like to feel I'm on the same team. Yesterday I took report from one of my favourite nurses while admitting a patient to Hospice. Yes, it's really me. The story is out.
But working in a small unit that is totally focused on the comfort of the patients and the care of their families is going to help me blossom. I miss pediatrics. I miss the kiddies and their families. But each of these patients at the end of life were once someone's baby.
Next week I spend a week a camp. I'm finding the board duties to be crushing. Will I choose to step down from that? It won't help them any, but maybe my other volunteer work, my music and my dream of writing will acquire some space.
I have a birthday coming next week, and I'm feeling like I need to act like a grown up. My baby birds have finished high school and are in university. My wings are spreading and I am planning my flight path. I want to travel away from the turbulence, into the blue skies.

Project Driven

 When I say something is project- driven, I mean everything else is on hold until the project is done. I am a bit like that, but have too many projects in the works.
After baking at camp and working two horrendous day shifts at the hospital, I sat down to do some scrap booking and made a terrible mess. It would still be there, right now (more photo books to make) but Scott's girlfriend came over this weekend, so I made a ham dinner.
As well, I read all the orientation information for my new job, working at the Hospice. I am also re-reading my Hospice handbook on my own.
Am I tired because I went to the gym for the first time in 2 weeks, or because I didn't go to the gym for two weeks?

The  linen shawl is done. I made it a bit long because I wanted to block it wide. The NaturLin is softer than when I cast on, but it's still a bit like twine. I'll try to wear it lots to soften it, but it's just not that warm out.
I have 3 shifts of orientation this week. They already asked me to work Saturday, and then on next Sunday I go to camp as a nurse. Not much of a turn around. The shifts are only 8 hours, so they'll feel a bit like a holiday, except that everything is new! I'm a bit deer in the headlights right now. I'm already making lists for packing to go back to the ranch after camp. The telescope really wants a road trip.
I take Em to camp this afternoon and Scott will take his girlfriend back to the city. The house will be positively quiet.
What shall I do with that open space and time? Read? Knit? Catch up on your blogs?
I'll finish making the glace cherries for my Christmas cake. Thanks to Angry Chicken, I don't have to worry about what is in the store-bought ones. I love me some fruitcake. It's Christmas in July. Maybe that's why it's so chilly.
Another project.

Retreat

I'm trying to rustle up some friends to go with me to a sock knitting retreat on Saltspring Island in October.
I can't go to Sock Summit because of camp nursing duties, but I will certainly try to go next time.
Meanwhile, my niece and yarn dyer extraordinaire is scheming to provide a great time with a great teacher on one of our treasured Gulf Islands.

 

Electrictree is my incredibly talented and funny niece. She makes great spinning, dyed yarn, knitting design and babies (baby). We had such a great time together at the Sivia Harding retreat in Sun Peaks a few years ago. I know this will be a great event.
The guest instructor is Barb Brown of Wild Geese Fibres and her latest book is Knitting Knee Highs.
You all will thank me when I tell you that I won't be clothing my legs in knee highs, but I could really use some help with making my socks fit better and I've never taken a sock knitting class. The only knitting class I ever took was with Sivia.
The pair I'm knitting now finally fit. It's a third attempt at Wendy's Toe Up Generic with gusset heel. The first was just wonky. The second was too loose: perfect measurement while forgetting negative ease.  These are 1/2 inch too short (on purpose for a gift) which makes me sad because I think my feet would really like them. I have my next yarn picked out for my own feet.
So, for the insight, for the meeting up with my niece and her mother (my talented and very smart second sister) and for the chance to roll around in yarn and frolick with my tribe, I am throwing my hat into the ring.
Who would like to join me?

Competing Priorities

 When I went to Twist of Fate, I gathered up my hopes and dreams and my belief in the manipulation of time and space, and bought some pretty yarns (yearns) for some lovely projects. The Koigu was on sale! It would be wrong to resist! I bought enough for another linen stitch scarf, even though I have yet to knit the first one, or even fall in love with it enough to think about knitting multiples.

 The linen scarf is still in its experimental stage. I have figured out my repeated mistakes at the end of the good rows, but still feel I am knitting with twine, a bit. In the case that I really love it, I have another shawl's worth now from Blue Ridge Yarns. This would make a nice hostess gift for the friend we are visiting in Africa next year. If it softens when it blocks.

 I've been thinking about a blanket for my chair in the TV room in the basement. I have a terrible affinity for neutrals. I like the aesthetic, but I find it boring to work on. I like the idea of a throw that fits into the neutral furniture. I plan to make a Vintage Crochet Blanket from this luscious wool and alpaca. I made a crocheted blanket for my side of the bed and I like its heft.

And then, because I am probably a teaching granny square crochet class in the fall, I figured I had better have a sample. Enter the crayon box of superwash DK merino. I will try to put into action some of the inspiration I am getting from Completely Cauchy. But I already feel out of my colour comfort box.
I am ticking along on the linen scarf, just turned the heel in the cowboy socks and spent a good few hours on the black shawl yesterday.
I want to finish something! I want to count it in my Stash Dash. But is knitting knitting? Should I just work on one thing? It's too dark in the basement for the sock. What about the nephew sweater?
I took some time out to make a scrap book of Emily's grad and felt so good at completing something. Then I spent a few hours at the camp making apple crisp for their dessert. I also played a John Denver song at church. This is not wasted time. I have a job interview tomorrow that I have to prepare for.
But what about my 5k Stash Dash? I wish I could hide and knit somewhere until I have an F O.

Meanwhile, Back On the Ranch

After the wedding and the grad and the class reunion, I took a few days at my sister's ranch. It's about a 3 hour drive east and the change in scenery and duties is a breath of fresh air. Her calves are out with their mothers on the range, but she adopted some tinier ones.

 We went for a walk and the horses had to see what she was doing. They act like the dogs, following her every move. The fields are almost ready to cut for hay. They make big round bales in the interior, not the small square ones we have in the valley.

 The old grain shed tugs at my heart. Once this was a big grain field, but the climate changed decades ago. It's so green around, it feels like it's changing back.

 The border collies are always on duty. They stay outside and look after the place. I trust Jake to make sure I know where I am and I don't get lost.

The wild roses have never been so spectacular! They did a lot of brush clearing and removing dead trees this year and it made perfect conditions.
We didn't get to catch up with our niece, cell phone service being what it is in the hills, but we did go to the close out sale of Twist Of Fate and I bought two blankets worth of wool. One is all neutral alpaca for my TV chair, and one is multi-coloured superwash merino for a granny square experiment. I am inspired by Completely Cauchy, but don't expect anything so awesome. My crocheting is fine, but my sense of colour is pretty monochromatic. I will definitely be going outside my comfort zone for this one. Pics to follow.

Happy Canada Day, Eh?

Today is a national holiday to celebrate everything Canadian. I have had some memorable Canada Days, especially in the Reserve Forces Medical Corps when I was a very young Corporal, and in the Chilliwack & District Pipe Band, playing tenor and bass drum at the fair grounds. But today will be quiet to catch up on some of the craziness that has been the last few weeks.
Today D is piping in the Abbotsford parade, the town next door, and then at Harrison Hot Springs, where my sister has her cabin.
She's at the cabin, so we won't have her birthday party today, as we have done many years.
I pick Em up at camp in the middle of the day, drop her at home for laundry, sushi and a few days rest, and then I'll beetle over to my friend's for a video fest and a good sit and knit. We were going to go on a yarn crawl, but we really feel the need to get some of the wool worked through. It is one of the pleasures on knitting, no?
This morning I ripped out the two charts of the Summer Mystery Shawl (that I have redone in a better yarn) because I failed to put a centre stitch in this time? Have I been stressed, you think? So now it is ripped back, and set on the needles with the centre stitch marked, and in the time out bag. It is a good rule to leave projects in the ready phase, instead of needing huge fixing and never getting out again.
Now, at the movies, I can work on the nephew sweater, the second cowboy sock, the linen shawl or maybe even the neglected lace weight sweater. I am, unfortunately, inspired by the Knit Girllls 5k Stash Dash to try to work on things that I will actually finish and will count toward my total. But it's just July first, and not even summery yet, so I will have time to finish at least one or two of these projects, which will probably give me enough.
I was in my LYS yesterday to pick up more linen and found some great raspberry alpaca and silk by M&K to mix with my Misty Alpacas sock weight multi colour to make the My Wish shawl. I'm so excited how this raspberry brightens up the dark multi. The proceeds for the pattern go to The Knitting Triathlete's cupcake mafia team for Make A Wish Foundation. I am knitting it as a fringe member of the Camp Loopy Ewe. I thought I could knit it at camp, too. The Loopys are already onto a cabled sock or mitten. But I'm using my own stash, mostly.
I'm starting to get antsy that I don't have any baby knits in the gift drawer. But I really do need to get some of these items off the needles. Now I will take this quiet moment in a surprisingly empty house to work on the difficult black Flaming Flowers shawl.

I wish for you a weekend of pleasure. A weekend of safe enjoyment. Tomorrow is my 30th high school reunion which will probably be a quiet affair. Not much response.
I may be able to post from Rusty Springs Ranch after I arrive on Sunday. It's a 3 hour drive into the interior of the province to the lovely semi-arid hills and the enjoyment of my sister's ranch. The drive will be made more enjoyable by taking podcasts with me. The Knitmore Girls are taking a summer hiatus, so I'm working through their early shows to the present. I can't remember when I started listening to their podcast, but I missed the early days.
I will be bringing my guitar and ukelele to my sister's, some badminton and perhaps a frightening amount of snack food. But we're partying, eh?
Happy Canada Day.

Not Black

The beautifu silk and alpaca black lace is so hard to knit. Whine, whine. Today I went to the LYS and bought some Borroco NaturLin (40% Linen, 60%Rayon) to do a diagonal lace linen wrap from Churchmouse Yarns. I would have bought their Louet Euroflax if I hadn't been gobsmacked by all the choices in the shop. Check out their newsletter for the pattern.

This is in addition to the 241 stitches I cast on yesterday for the Summer Mystery Shawl. I was all gung ho to knit that along with the others as it was posted, but got caught up in some awful yarn. There is no room for awful yarn in my knitting world.

The stress has been rampant. The knitting is the retreat. Don't mess with my relaxation.

So the diagonal lace shawl will be my mindless knitting, along with the sock and the sweater (aka the big sock). The poor black shawl will take the brunt of the difficult knitting. I can only knit it in the daylight and the quiet (note to D: no mowing, note to the dog next door: no barking, note to the crows: stop cawing).

 I won't tell the first nations neighbours to stop drumming because it's beautiful, but I won't be able to knit the black.

An Even Bigger Weekend

It seems, lately, that each weekend is trying to out do it's past neighbour.

 This is our third wedding. My nephew married a girl from our youth group who is also a dairy farmer, so the guests were all familiar. The venue my brother in law's family ranch where he married my sister the week I graduated from high school. This week my daughter has her grad prom.

 The ranch is sold, so it was a bit sad to be around the familiar landscape. It's just past our camp. The rain held off and the sun came out a little.

 Everything was so beautiful and gracious. The couple we relaxed and I danced the night away with my kids and my sisters. We missed the family that couldn't be there.

 Such a luscious mixture of luxury and rustic. Relaxed elegance.

We stayed as late as my daughter would allow, dancing up a storm. I had just come off two night shifts, so the time didn't matter.
The next day was a grad presentation at church and then a wrap up BBQ at our place for a very long Bible Study D has led. Great people came over with yummy salads, but I had to leave in the middle to take Em to camp. She is there for the summer, but I'll see her tonight at the Board Dinner, on weekends when I pick her and her laundry up, and for a whole week when I'm the nurse.
There was a bit of knitting when I finally got the lace set up rows on my black silk alpaca Flaming Flowers Stole. It was beastly trying to find quiet day light to make it work and there was much tinking. I'm on my way  now, I hope, but every row is lace. The nephew sweater is now just a big sock that I can knit around and around, even in poorer basement TV light. Guess which one will get the love? I want to cast on one of Wendy's shawls to take to Kamloops, the Summer Mystery or the Japanese Garden, now that I have the yarn, but I'm afraid I will neglect the black shawl all together, like I did last summer. Maybe if I get enough done on it, I can do the long pink cast on.
This weekend is Canada Day, a possible yarn crawl to Three Bags Full, my sister's birthday, grad reunion, and then a trip to the ranch in Kamloops. Whooooee.
This week is pretty full with camp meetings, but no night shifts.

Yarn Crawl!!

My dear friend Liz and I took a trip to Bainbridge Island and Churchmouse Yarns and Teas. I met her in Bellingham and she drove her neat new Kia Soul to the ferry terminal in Seattle. We had lunch at Iver's Fish and Chips, a real Seattle moment.

The ferry trip was a lot like going to Saltspring Island, but not familiar. The ferry reminded me of the ones we travelled on from Manly to Sydney when we visited Australia. We gabbed and gabbed.

On the way home we took the ferry at the north end of the island to Everet. The ferry is only about 35 minutes. Next time we would probably walk on because the shop is only about a 10 minute walk from the pier.

We actually separately stated that we weren't looking for any yarn because we love our yarn and we have enough stash. You've probably heard that before. I found this sublime Sublime baby silk and bamboo dk. Yum. Shiny. I want to try the Japanese Garden Shawl and these reminded me of cherry blossoms: Sakura. I also got a cute zippered bag by rockflowerpaper at the shop next door.

Churchmouse was charming and filled with happy knitters. They publish patterns and all their personal stuff is so classy and clean with black and white and linen. I caved and bought their famous Koigu Linen Stitch Scarf pattern which was free when you bought the three random skeins of Koigu. I wanted a little yellow to pop through like in the photo. 

We had the best Earl Grey Tea, ever, at Black Bird Bakery and I bought some fabric at the amazing fabric store across the big dig that is their main street.

Never have my expectations of a destination shop been so greatly met. Part of it was the company (Rowan Felted Tweed in hand) and part of it was the calm and pretty atmosphere. They have needlepoint as well (I have two UFOs) and Bridgewater pottery which I have always loved, but can't afford. The staff were helpful and friendly.

Jared Flood was recently there and took their photos for their website and newsletter. In July they're having a big sale. Sivia Harding is teaching in August and I would just love to go back.

Today is my husband's birthday. He was away at a highland games this weekend (hence the opening in my schedule). We have BBQ  ribs and baked potatoes (man food) and  Emily is baking a cake! Happy Birthday D!

Another Year

I started publishing this blog in 2006. I wanted to join into the rich community that was on line knitting. And boy was I thrilled by the word 'publish'. Like Fibernymph, I consider myself a writer. It has been a few years since I've kept a proper journal. I don't know if this blog allows me to channel my writing, or keeps me from it, but I value the richness of conversation, the trends and ideas, the large fibery thing that I feel a part of. You are my tribe.

I walked the big black dog this evening and I could finally smell the corn and the little blackberry blossoms. there was cut grass, not quite hay, but sweet and entrancing any way.
I am wearing wool socks and a Malibrigo worsted Moody Kerchief. This is knitting weather. I am OK with moderate. I'm OK with rain, especially on sleep days after night shift.
Today my daughter had a new music lesson on Ryder Lake. We used to have property at the top of that mountain and I spent many long summer days riding horses on its winding narrow roads. How I would love to have a place up there to sit alone and think and write. I am overwhelmed with tasks for camp and the grad dinner, gardening and the poor messy house.
Perhaps this is the impetus to get back to my novel. You can start a plan any day.
In the last 5 years I have returned to nursing, taken up the ukelele and opened all manner of new doors. The knitters I know on line are always challenging themselves to explore new territory. The old maps used to say, "Beyond this there be dragons".
Well, let this be the year that I meet a few more dragons.

Dashing Along

 I finished the Swallowtail shawl in cotton. The nupps were the worst part, but easily handled with the crochet method I found on knitty.com. I have to get these pictures on my blog is I want to import them to the Knit Girllls Stash Dash forum. The goal is to knit 5 km this summer. Because I got to count the entrelac blanket, I have a chance of making it.

 The shawl was a bit crunchy after blocking, but it softened up with wear and is actually pretty warm. With 500 metres of cotton, you can get a lot of weight, but I find it comfortable. I like the big size, 61 x 33 inches.

 I'm exploring my old skill of crochet. I made a proposal to teach crochet at a local shop, but when the email didn't go through, I just hung on to it. Now I printed it out, but I forget where it is. I don't need to visit a wool shop this week. I 'm trying to use my stash this summer.
This hat, from the simple pattern, Remembering Gage, was quick and easy. The yarn was donated by someone at church and the hat will join the others in the spectrum for Help Mexico Project.

With alternating rows of different stitches, it has a pleasing texture. It would look better with stripes, but I am also following Needles In the Hay's project of knitting a different colour in the spectrum each month.
Because of the hockey game last night, I had a meeting postponed till tonight. That meant I was only double booked. I enjoyed visiting with my choir as a wrap up, and then toodled over to the high school to help make decorations for the grad dance. They were already done. I was so embarrassed.
My Dad used to call me "Blister" because I showed up when the work was finished.
I have another chance to help on Thursday.
There was way too much counting yesterday. I set up a new shawl in the black alpaca/silk from Palm Desert. It took a few tries to get used to the simple lace pattern in the Flaming Flowers Stole.
Then I set to adapting a dishcloth to an afghan square, but that's a surprise.
The rain has settled down a little, so I think I'll do the outdoor windows today. Then I can enjoy my wet garden from my knitting chair.
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Weekend Fun

I am finally sitting down to catch up with you (all). This is my first spinning! It is 12 meters of Jacob/Cotswold from a 22 g sampler I bought at Twist of Fate when I bought my drop spindle (1n 2009, I think). Yay for first spinning. It plied up quite well, but isn't long enough to make anything of. I'll just admire it for now until it has some friends.

I made a new friend at World Wide Knit In Public day at our locally owned coffee house. Hi squelchbaker!! She actually found us on the web and is so cool I can't wait for her to see the podcasts and blogs I love. This is the coffee cup I knit for Decades coffee house to thank them. It has been decided that we will meet at this shop on Tuesdays in the future. Maybe every Tuesday, who knows? I am struggling with keeping in touch with the knitting circle as no one wants to check the Rav boards.

My baby bird has graduated. It was a lovely ceremony and the Canucks won the game. She is going on to music school to become a teacher. We took her and our niece to Wicked today to celebrate. I was a little tired after last night's Mozart concert, but we sang well and the orchestra was sublime. I wish I could have snuck a peak at our soprano soloist, but I had the little flower girl in hand and she grabbed my sock and learned to knit before I could stop her. So sweet in her purple dress with my 1.75 mm magic loop singing, "Under the fence, catch the sheep, back we come, off we leap". Lovely 8 year old.

Here is another shot at the Lady Emily with the fringe. I may enter it into the fair. We have been asked to  demonstrate knitting, which is a lot like knitting. I work the one day, but hope to set up the site and encourage the others.
I must get to blocking my Swallowtail Shawl. I had my druthers about the cotton, and bravely worked through the nupps (with a crochet hook), but I feared I would never finish it. Then I looked at the charts and realized 3B was just the other half of 3A and I'd already completed it by knitting in mirror image from the centre stitch. I even worked on it at KIP because I was on the last lace border. The sock was a good companion, too and came to the concert and played with me in the car to the show today. I'll get more pics when they are certified for the Knit Girllls Stash Dash, finished and blocked.
Tomorrow has cancelled meetings and events because of the play off game. I will meet with my choir friends and just get updates as to the score. I'm not sure how much more fun I can fit in.

With the Summer Sun

I'm listening to Mozart Piano Concertos and reading Proust this summer. I have planned to read the six volume "In Search of Lost Time" since I first came across it in Calgary in 1984. It was my first Folio purchase. I have a few books commenting about it, so I'm not alone.

Right away I feel it is very languorous and poetic. This may put me in the right frame of mind to enjoy a slower pace. I hope to read it at each "lunch hour". I try to take some time to sit and catch up in the middle of the day.
Without knitting, I would lose so many threads of thought. I need only take up the knitting and my mind will collect all sorts of important thoughts. The trick, according to David Allen of the Getting Things Done System is to capture the information. Find a tool that works, capture the information and set it going where it needs to go.

I finished the Lady Eleanor as a blanket (3.5 x 5 feet) and Emily and I have decided it needs its fringe. I have started cutting it, but it's cutting into my knitting time. That empty needle is one of my first Addi's given to me by my shepherd/artist sister. I've been knitting on this, off and on, since January 2010. It's 2,310 meters toward my Stash Dash (not counting fringe).
We had fun at the 12 hour Relay For Life, but I can't post pictures of other peoples' children. There was music and walking and silliness!
Last night we went to my niece's grad. She and Em are the same age and good friends. It was small, only 33 grads at a private school, but pleasant. I had nothing to wear! I did find some good things at the store, on sale, and now have all my summer clothes, those that went to Palm Desert, and those that were left behind, in a big ironing pile. I may have to bring the ironing upstairs because it is so lovely with the sun and the breeze and the gazebo and the pink flowers in pots.
I hope to embrace this time before it slips away.

Mail Day

The mail man cometh (or to use more inclusive language, the postman). Thanks so much to Innerpeace1081  for my lovely afghan square. We are in a swap with other fans of the Knit Girllls video podcast and send each other squares that will eventually be an afghan. This one is soft and a bit more teal than the picture shows. I love the Jojoland Baritone and the elegant cables. It's very sheepy There was also a lovely stitch marker and a notebook. And for my knitting hands, some hand cream. What a treat.
Tonight I go to the hockey arena, where the ice has been removed, and take part in a 12 hour relay to raise money for the Canadian Cancer Society with our regional youth group. It will be like a crazy night shift with music and games. I'm fussing now about what knitting to bring. I have four more triangles on the entrelac blanket. The orchid shawl is probably too complex. I am actively neglecting the grey laceweight cardigan (why?).
So I'm winding up some Blue Moon Laci that I won't start on till September- good use of time while listening to Coffee Break Spanish podcast. I'm really starting to learn Spanish!
Next I'll wind up the black silk/alpaca, but  I won't start that until the orchid Swallowtail is done. I still cant' decide on a pattern. I want a thick lace border and not too much dense fabric in the centre. The new Brooklyn Tweed Rock Island looks fancy enough. But I'm also fussing that I have so many patterns. Why buy another?
I frogged the blue socks that never even made it to Ravelry and barely made it past the cuff. They are the only semi-solid fingering weight I have. Why waste them on socks when I'm going out and buying new yarn? Not this summer. Stash Dash. Stash down.
I will have to resist the on-line sales even though there's nothing like getting treats in the mail.

Enough of That

I really don't like this yarn. It is not "Charming". I frogged my Wendy Mystery Shawl. It means I don't get to knit with thousands of you and I miss 200m of stash dash. But I don't have to put up with the scratchies. The worst was the striping!

Made a sign for the World Wide Knit in Public event. I hope someone shows up. I have to practice for a concert.

The sun came out briefly and I repotted the Angelica tulips in the garden to make room for geraniums.

Finally put the buttons on the Meliabella Pedestrian cowl. It counts as a Quickie KAL with Fibernymph, but not for this month. I'm very late to the game, but early for Christmas.

Daybreak is done. 540 m of Cascade Heritage. It grew in gentle blocking, but it's not huge. Cold enough to wear it this Junuary day.

Dashing

Despite the hectic schedule, I finished the first Stash Dash project. One of the other nurses watched in horror as I knit at the desk with my eyes closed and was slowly slumping over. This hat was of my own devices. Thanks to Math For Knitters and her excellent discussion of using stitches in groups of eight, I went from the top down. 

So cast on 8 stitches with EZ's crochet method, knit front and back and round, knit a round, knit front and back a round. The cool thing is deciding which stitches will be knits and which purls. When I had 2x2 ribbing, I had enough stitches. I like a ribbed toque. I need to work on a better cast off, this was the second attempt. Lala said something about crochet. That would work with the end and the beginning being the same. Nice symmetry.

Guess what's new?!! My amazing niece has a podcast. You must listen! It's not long. And she is so naturally funny. She forgets to tell you that she is a spinner, dyer and designer.

I hope to get more plants in the planters today. It's supposed to rain to celebrate the beginning of Junuary. D is in Ontario where it is humid and hot like Hawaii. 

Wish me luck linking a photo onto the Ravelry boards.

Three Big Bites

 With encouragement from the Knitmore Girls I am trying new things. This is my very first drop spindle spinning. It is way over spun, but it is a pretty consistent width. So much to learn. I also have some more colourful roving. I'll spin that and ply them. Maybe I'll have enough for some fingerless mitts. Thanks to Willow for bringing hers to knit night, to Caroline at electrictree.etsy.com for encouraging me and for those youtube tutorials. This is the very beginning and I have learn to relax and use less muscle. Let the yarn do the work.

 I bought the fabric for a lap quilt. At Easter, someone had a lap quilt that was a gift and I was enamoured. I would love someone to make me one, but I can be my own friend, too. My sewing machine is relegated to the basement and I think I may be able to make this work for me in the, hopefully, warm summer days ahead.

And a hula hoop. I've never been able to get one going. I have all summer to get over that. There's no way I'm going to reach 50 and not be able to hula hoop.
This is a huge weekend. I work nights tonight, my choir is in the Honours Concert tomorrow and Em plays and accepts a trumpet scholarship. Sunday I lead church with Folk Music, attend a concert with my mom's sorority and go to a Youth event that sets up our team for the Cancer Relay For Life next weekend. Pray for quiet knitting time.