Whacked

Back to those thrum mittens. Oh joy of joys, how do I hate thee.....
did I mention already how much I looove the yarn and the colours and gorgeous feel when I'm knitting? Well the task of thrumming has just about evened that feeling out.



I can't count the amount of times I have ripped all or part of this mitten out. For better or worse, I've promised to the blonde au pair (pictured below) as a Christmas present - so at least I have motivation to make the rest of my thrumming experience as quick as possible (hopefully thereby minimizing pain).

The scene before me tonight. We now have four controllers for the X-box so the whole family (minus the thrummer) is playing Whacked!



This game, by the way, IS pretty whacked out - right now they are all in the rusty bed of a pickup truck as it heads down the highway, trying to jump onto the cop car that is following closely behind. I intend to tackle it after I master Midtown Madness 3 :)

Something old, something new and something blue.

I feel like I have magical powers these days - I picked up Mum's socks to add a couple of rows and found myself halfway through the foot. Same thing tonight, just wanted to finish the diamond repeats and found myself at the tip of the toe :) With any luck, the recipient will be visiting me for personal collection. I certainly hope these are enough enticement for her.




Also, got a special delivery in the mail today from London :)



There's a lot of blue in that envelope.


Ooh yummy! Super soft and fluffy and, as it turns out, not the easiest stuff to spin. I could really use an on-site spinning mentor right about now....

House Update: Finished our loan paperwork on Monday and faxed the confirmation to the seller. Mr. Seller is going to meet us at the Kisberi's on Saturday to look at the renovations (aka wall removals). He's going to bring an intent to sell so that we all have the pre-emptive paperwork we need. Notary and final paperwork is scheduled for next Friday. Here's hoping...
Just to tease, here's a picture of the kitchen attached to the master bedroom. Want to rip this baby out and make a walk-in closet, which is practically unheard of here.

Knitting Needle Murder

Found this while catching up with my knitlist reading...



Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 01:35:56 -0000

From: "CRAFTYONE_99" <craftyone_99@yahoo.com>

Subject: Another Knitting Needle Murder



I read a short story years ago, about an English nurse who was well

into her late fifties, when she had as a private patient, a handsome

and well-off man. He had had a stroke, and she nursed him back to

health.  They fell in love, and he proposed to her.

It seems that, the whole time she was doing night duty at his bed

side, she sat there knitting (all night! what a perfect job for a

dedicated knitter!).  He said he fell in love with her while

watching her knit.  So she thought she'd found the perfect man

(because she really REALLY loved to knit!)

Well, after the honeymoon, pretty soon the knitting started to get

on his nerves, and he made her promise to quit for a few hours in

the evening, in order to keep him company while he read his evening

paper and listened to the BBC (this was pre-tv).

Well, she did this, because he was so loving and treated her so

well, but the whole time, her mind was on that "lovely navy blue

wool" and other things knitting.

So she made a bargain with him that she would go into another room

to knit, but he kept calling her and distracting her, and THEN, when

she finally knitted that "lovely navy blue wool" into a sweater for

him, which she thought he'd love, he laughed at her effort (LAUGHED,

I TELL YOU!!!) and he said that he could buy any sweater in any

store, and he didn't want her knitting for him, he wanted her

undivided attention and wanted her to give up knitting.

And THAT was the last straw, and she began plotting how to get rid

of the rotter.  So being a nurse, she determined the exact spot on

his scalp where she planned to insert a certain needle-sharp

knitting needle (it must have been a steel lace needle, right?)

and one evening after he'd had a brandy and she was brushing his

hair (yes, he had her do that.  No wonder she killed him), she

reached behind her (or maybe she reached into her knitting bag) and

brought out this steel needle, which she had spent some time honing

into a needle sharp point, and she rammed it inbetween the bones of

his skull, and quickly withdrew it.  He of course died, and she,

being the good nurse that she was, washed and dried his hair to get

rid of the telltale blood, and combed it carefully and lovingly into

his usual pompadour. 

People who came to the funeral all said, Poor dear, she married him

even though she knew he might have another stroke and die.

And she sat there at the funeral, and planned her next sweater.

Great story, eh?

Rosemary

and my husband never minds when I knit while sitting on the couch

next to him! (and I don't think he's ever read this story, either!)

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis: A marked change in appearance, character, condition, or function.

It all started with a little innocent spinning while we were watching tv. ...

Then that little leather thing that connects the pedal to the stick thingie that moves the wheel snapped*. And when I say snapped, I mean snapped, we all heard the pop and the pedal hitting the floor and my eyes nearly jumped out of my head as I freaked!

Super Engineer (and close, mooching friend) Craig was on the job in an instant. What could we use for a replacement to the leather strap? Because I lack loads of random leather just lounging about the house, I stole into the sleeping kids' room and tossed my way through their wardrobe until I found an old pair of Cian's shoes and ran back out to the living room. It was mere minutes and Craig had Macgyvered a velcro shoe-strap into a new connecting doohickey for my pedal :)

I was happy spinning girl in minutes, all smiles and wool flying everywhere. And then..... (don't you just hate "and thens") my tension decided to start changing itself every couple of seconds and the flyer stopped flying and some freaked out ghost took over my lovely machine. Craig's engineer radar went off and his head popped up when he heard the weirdo sounds coming from my Ashford Traveller. In seconds, he was racheting something on the underside of my wheel. Can you see the serious tools next to the wheel? They immediately made me nervous so I started taking photos (you know, for insurance purposes LOL). Below is the racheting.



We tried spinning after the racheting, but the tension was even more erratic and more noises started coming off the wheel. Then we had both SE (Super Engineer) and the Irishman on the floor next to it swapping theories - I swear they sounded like neighbors drinking brewskies over a knocking car engine. Craig urged me to finish my plying so that he could have his way with the wheel. Below is what happens when you give an engineer Carte Blanche...



They were all sorts of great comments, like "well, my sister's wheel is way different" and "the wheel-part shouldn't really look like this." Nothing that inspired much confidence. In the end, he took absolutely everything apart and re-attached it. There was WD-40 in the air and lots more racheting sounds to match. And then Craig asked what I thought about that. About what? I didn't hear anything. So I turned to see my wheel spinning like a top, silent and silky-smooth. I do admit that I've seen people spin but never really paid attention to the nuances of the wheel - no way, dude! I just wanted to start spinning as soon as possible and the other stuff would work itself out in good time, right? Only if you have a Craig nearby :)



Speaking of silky-smooth - below is my first experience with Regia Silk sock wool. Wool, nylon and silk. Like buttah! I've been knitting these socks for a couple of weeks now (they're my travel-with project) and couldn't narrow down a recipient...now think I know of a Super Engineer with cold toes that has totally earned some silky-smooth sockness!


*Yes, I have Alden's book and I know there are super-duper really technical terms for all this stuff, but I'm too busy trying to spin.

What's Your Hobby?

The Irishman and I were at IKEA yesterday afternoon having an increasingly heated discussion about yarn storage and why it should or shouldn't be expanded....
I got very emotional (as I am wont to do in these situations) and tried my trump card of "but it's my hobby!"
Without pause, Irishman fires back "What? Knitting the wool or collecting it?"
We both broke into giggles or as close as one gets to giggles when they're almost 30.