Ohhhh

I've been bad, I know. Just a bit of knitting on the home front, as I have been kind of overwhelmed with things going on here, and it's likely that I won't get enough energy up to delve back into the blogosphere for another month or so. That being said, my Swallowtail Shawl is coming along quite famously actually. I am into the the second lily of the valley border, so I tentatively hope to be done within a week, maybe two.




And I have to say that I really really like the ears, if I do say so myself.



(Good luck at Cornell this year, dear!)

So. Bear Hat is done and gifted (and quite well received). I'm not happy with any of the photos I took of it, so I'll try to get some from Ms. L.

And with that gone, I am down to two projects! Gulp (Swallowtail Shawl) for my evening knitting and my Feather and Fan scarf for travelling. I would take photos, but unblocked lace is unblocked lace, and also it is raining and grey (and not hot, thankfully)

I think I need to get some more Art Vs Craft going on to post here. I have some ideas, but any favourites/suggestions?

Also, there is the odd day that really makes me like this town. It's pouring rain and there's a heavy fog wafting through the streets and I just got back from the library and picking up a baguette, some local cheese and these funny sesame tofu sticks (which are awesome with mango chutney) from the neighbourhood patisserie. And now I am going to geek out and watch me some Star Trek.

Grr, Argh

It's not done (I WILL finish it tomorrow after I revisit one or two points of... embellishment), but I just could not resist!



Err, I blame the heat?

State of The Knit

The State of The Knit is not so good lately.

The Bear Hat! has been languishing so near to complete it's nigh-obscene for about two weeks. I WILL finish in the next 3 days (my weekend).

Gulp (Swallowtail Shawl) has also not been touched in a while, and it looks like unblocked lace (tempted to go down a needle size, but I don't want it to be tiiiny).

Fleece Artist Feather and Fan scarf is tangled as all get out (not hopelessly so, but I need to watch me some T.V. and finish it), and is in the time-out pile. And I do solemnly swear never to wind a centre-pull ball by hand ever again.

I am thinking about starting a chevron scarf (from Joelle Hoverson's Last Minute Knitted Gifts) for myself. I am thinking about working it in two solid colour yarns for some delightful stripyness (and because I want to use what's in my stasth, money is tight).

Photos soon. I promise?

Happy Canada Day all!

Talk and knitting tomorrow. Partying and jazz now.

Whoops

I know, I know, bad knit-blogger, no cookie for me.
I have been in something of a yarn funk lately, though.

I really need to get to work on *some*thing (re: finish off the teeny little outstanding bits on The Bear Hat), so I pulled that skein of SeaSilk which is destined for a Swallowtail Shawl for Ms. H. out of it's cage*.



Now, if I only had the needle I need...

So, a general knitting update:
- Bear Hat: So, so close.
- Swallowtail: Well, the yarn has been wound. And that *is* an essential step, is it not?



Er, that's it. Really. I think I need to start myself a fun and funky scarf for the winter (because at this pace, I'll be lucky to be done by January)

*I don't really keep my yarn in cages, or glass jars for that matter. All my skeins, balls and WIP are allowed to roam freely around the house.

Belated

So Father's Day was this past weekend, and I'd like to share a little story.


I was in the car with my father a few weeks back, we were in the lot of a gas station waiting for a space to free up at one of the self-serve pumps.
“You know how every so often you do something that you really regret, that sticks with you for longer than you would expect? The kind of thing that just comes back occasionally and you think ‘why did I ever do that?’”
I turn to my father, give a mumble of agreement.
“Mhm”.
What is my father’s deep dark secret? I was very curious. I mean, who wouldn’t be? I know that when he was about a year younger than I am now he had a motorcycle and long hair (before he met my mother). I think he also used to smoke. What sordid act could he have committed in his clearly wild and hedonistic youth that would come back to haunt him as we were sitting around a gas station?
“Well, self-serve gas pumps are really quite a recent development, you know.”
“What, really? They’ve been around as long as I can remember.”
A funny look silences me.
“There was one day when I was living in Vancouver, and a only few pumps had yet to have been set up and most people weren’t really used to them yet. It had been a really crazy day, I was running late, I just wanted to get home. As I was just finishing up at one of them when a lady pulled in to the pump behind me and called at me: ‘Excuse me, could you give me a hand with this quickly?’ As I said, I was tired and kind of impatient, and I said ‘No, sorry, I’m just on my way.’“
I turn to him.
“Really? You? No.”
I don’t feel bad about the sarcastic tone.
“It’s something that always comes back and haunts me. I really should have given her a hand, I had no real reason not to. Sometimes it’s the little things that get you.”
Now I feel bad about the sarcastic tone.

It’s moments like this that remind me that my father really is a Good Person. I don’t think I’m particularly horrid, myself. I certainly try to be polite and proper and helpful at the worst of times. But compared to that, I feel pretty low. A good family friend recently moved away to Ireland for an incredible job opportunity and my father called him ‘A real prince of a man’, a statement with which I happen to agree quite strongly, he is a truly remarkable individual, and I miss seeing him around. But above that, such a degree of compliment coming from my father means all the more in my eyes.

The Bear Hat is so close to being done that I won't bother posting any in progress photos, but rather wait until completion.