Burnout

too much company, too close together, been knitting, but barely. Read the new Harry Potter, though - liked it :)

Back soon!!

The Visitor

Megan came to visit from Ireland and we spent the first 5 days disturbingly engrossed in Sudoku puzzles. Then she remembered she knew how to knit and, during an innocent trip to the LYS, bought a couple balls of shiny cotton baby-coloured yarn.

Today, through various car trips and discussions about the length of her visit, she wrapped her first purl, knit her first ribbing, heel, gusset and forayed into circular knitting. We came home to learn kitchener and finish off a darn cute sock for her little sister.

Now she's reading from a pattern book, increasing by knitting into the front and back of designated stitiches and should have finished baby booties by tomorrow evening.

I, however, knit boring stocking stitch on the 2.25 circs Mum found in Scotland (I want a t-shirt that reads: My Mum went to Scotland and all I got was this lousy [yet, really cute] sheep postcard and some circs!) Ok, the postcard IS really cute :)

I'm really liking these colours, too - a bit fallish, yet with underlying ocean tones. Picant, yet soothing...

Funny

Why does Elmo insist on ...

My Roots

Lest anyone should think my talents simply fell from the sky - here's knitted proof they're pure genetics :)
Mum's just finished a kitten cardi for grandbaby Kerry. I loooove these sweaters because she knits up the kittens in angora!














It's things like this that make my biological clock skip a couple of steps and gets really loud :)

That's My Baby!

That's my first Tiramisu ever. Isn't she just gorgeous? And I have to wait until tomorrow to dig in. This is worse than waiting for bread to cool, dammit! That's why it's in the downstairs fridge - there would be lots of finger marks in the next 24 hours if it was any closer....


There has been knitting going on over here, but it's just an inch or two more on my feather & fan shawl - ya know how you knit for days and have only advanced one inch? I'm at that stage... And some socks, but nothing too earth-shattering.
Except that I just starting knitting my first ball of this. As if I wasn't having enough trouble with my yarn budget ;)

Much more exciting are the boots I found for the mumster - perfect for mucking about in the Nova Scotia fall, eh?











So, that's me - knitting Canadian Color wool, drinking coke and Crown Royal and thinking about Mum's Canadian fall - feeling ever so much a wannabe Kanuckster. I probably spelled that wrong, too - they'll never let me in now, will they?