Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Canadian Recognition, Eh?

Yesterday, while out thrifting for bargains with my friend, I was spotted by a fellow Canadian.  I was searching through a packed-full rack of clothing and made a comment to no one in particular -   'These clothes are packed tight, eh?'

Immediately a woman standing a few feet away, spoke to me and asked where I was from.  'Canada,' I replied.

'Well, I know that,' she said.

When I asked her how she knew that, she repeated  -   'These clothes are packed tight - eh?'

My eh gave me away.   That is how I met Pat.  Pat from Peterborough and I had a nice chat about things back home. She was tickled to know my sister lives in Peterborough.

I never know whether to 'eh' away as my natural inclinations prompt me to do, or to  try to  improve my speech patterns.  But with the 'eh' you meet some nice people when away from home.

And knitting?  Well, not much, I had to buy a new needle.  My 16 inch cable just wouldn't cut the 154 stitches in this thick yarn.  With a new 29 inch cable,  the afghan is underway. It will be very pretty, I think.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Warm-Weather Knitting

Warm-weather knitting.  You would think that is what I would do in Florida.  But - Florida knitting, for me, is different  from  at-home, warm-weather knitting.  It seems, Florida destroys my motivation to knit.  Last year the big plastic tub of yarn and patterns that accompanied me on the trip, went mostly untouched.  Knowing that, this year I came with only three projects.

One is a hank of Orange/red mohair that is intended to be  a Hemlock Ring Blanket.

The second is my black linen Margarita.  It's open-front design is too open for my taste, so I hope to rip and re-knit it while here.  That most likely will fall under the 'hope springs eternal' category.

And the third project is a bag with a variety of wonderful, fluffy, textured, green yarns.  A gift given to me by a dear friend almost eleven years ago now.  The clear bag, filled with the wonderful yarns,  has been sitting on my shelf all those years.  I look at it, admire it and think of my friend whenever I look at the bag.  But I have decided it is time.  After eleven years, it will no longer be a work of art on my shelf, but a work of art on my bed.  An afghan.

We've been here four nights and so far, I have rolled the skeins into balls and cast on.

It's a start.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Sleeves Complete

There was miserable weather, a long list of errands to run, plus book club in the evening, but  the cuff of sleeve number two of Not Just A Red Neck is finished.  As  do-able in a day as I thought.

Here are both sleeves, finished except for the weaving-in of ends.



The sharp eyed amongst you will notice that one  cuff is narrower than the   other.    After finishing cuff number one, it seemed a bit wide.  For cuff #2, I decided to decrease a few extra stitches in the last row before knitting the multi-coloured cuff.  Of course, this would require re-knitting one of those cuffs once I chose the favoured one.   And so it is.

Cuff #2, the narrower cuff,  is the one I like best.  Come April, when I intend to  finish this sweater, I'll rip out the wider cuff and re do it to match the preferred one.

Good thing targets are adjustable.  NJAR is not finished but close enough that I feel good about a quick finish when we return from our winter in the South.  With that closing statement the computer  is getting unplugged and packed away.  I'll return once I figure out the Wifi in our Florida accommodation.