n. liberality; gift; premium- boun’teous, boun’tiful a.-boun’tifully adv. [F. bonté-L. bonitatem-bonus, good]

I’m starting something new. To get out of having to come up with a clever title for each post, I’m turning to the dictionary for a random word. Maybe it’ll fit in with the post. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll come up with a clever way to make it fit. In any case, this starts NOW.

Ahh bounty. Bountiful, actually. How could I not feel bountiful? Besides all the wonderful stash I’ve already shared with you, today I get home from a trip to the LYS, and I have this:

I have this:

and I have this:

The magazines are obviously to read. The yummy colorful stuff is a Fleece Artist kit of mohair and Blue-Face Leicester (I don’t know what this means but it says it on the tag) to make myself a pair of mittens. I fell in love with the colors and fondled it every time I went to the LYS. I guess my willpower today was at a low, ‘cus somehow it ended up in my hands at the cash AFTER I’d already bought and paid for my other stuff. I’d like to think I’ll have them done while its still cold out, but who am I kidding? I live in Canada. It’s cold until June.

The Snowflake and Silky stuff are to make a teddy bear to be gifted (by someone else, not me. I’m just doing the knitting). I imagine it will be very cute once done, especially since I found a little shop that sells teddy eyes and snouts. I can’t wait to see the finished project, but I won’t be casting this on until at least January. Too much holiday stuff to do first.

For those who are amazed that this post’s word fits perfectly with the post, well, ok, I cheated. I picked this first word. Whatever, my blog, my rules. All future ones will be random, I promise.

And for anyone who has issues with knitters or knitting in general, read the cover of knit.1 up there. Knitting is Sexy. Told you so.

n. liberality; gift; premium- boun’teous, boun’tiful a.-boun’tifully adv. [F. bonté-L. bonitatem-bonus, good]

I’m starting something new. To get out of having to come up with a clever title for each post, I’m turning to the dictionary for a random word. Maybe it’ll fit in with the post. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll come up with a clever way to make it fit. In any case, this starts NOW.

Ahh bounty. Bountiful, actually. How could I not feel bountiful? Besides all the wonderful stash I’ve already shared with you, today I get home from a trip to the LYS, and I have this:

I have this:

and I have this:

The magazines are obviously to read. The yummy colorful stuff is a Fleece Artist kit of mohair and Blue-Face Leicester (I don’t know what this means but it says it on the tag) to make myself a pair of mittens. I fell in love with the colors and fondled it every time I went to the LYS. I guess my willpower today was at a low, ‘cus somehow it ended up in my hands at the cash AFTER I’d already bought and paid for my other stuff. I’d like to think I’ll have them done while its still cold out, but who am I kidding? I live in Canada. It’s cold until June.

The Snowflake and Silky stuff are to make a teddy bear to be gifted (by someone else, not me. I’m just doing the knitting). I imagine it will be very cute once done, especially since I found a little shop that sells teddy eyes and snouts. I can’t wait to see the finished project, but I won’t be casting this on until at least January. Too much holiday stuff to do first.

For those who are amazed that this post’s word fits perfectly with the post, well, ok, I cheated. I picked this first word. Whatever, my blog, my rules. All future ones will be random, I promise.

And for anyone who has issues with knitters or knitting in general, read the cover of knit.1 up there. Knitting is Sexy. Told you so.

n. liberality; gift; premium- boun’teous, boun’tiful a.-boun’tifully adv. [F. bonté-L. bonitatem-bonus, good]

I’m starting something new. To get out of having to come up with a clever title for each post, I’m turning to the dictionary for a random word. Maybe it’ll fit in with the post. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll come up with a clever way to make it fit. In any case, this starts NOW.

Ahh bounty. Bountiful, actually. How could I not feel bountiful? Besides all the wonderful stash I’ve already shared with you, today I get home from a trip to the LYS, and I have this:

I have this:

and I have this:

The magazines are obviously to read. The yummy colorful stuff is a Fleece Artist kit of mohair and Blue-Face Leicester (I don’t know what this means but it says it on the tag) to make myself a pair of mittens. I fell in love with the colors and fondled it every time I went to the LYS. I guess my willpower today was at a low, ‘cus somehow it ended up in my hands at the cash AFTER I’d already bought and paid for my other stuff. I’d like to think I’ll have them done while its still cold out, but who am I kidding? I live in Canada. It’s cold until June.

The Snowflake and Silky stuff are to make a teddy bear to be gifted (by someone else, not me. I’m just doing the knitting). I imagine it will be very cute once done, especially since I found a little shop that sells teddy eyes and snouts. I can’t wait to see the finished project, but I won’t be casting this on until at least January. Too much holiday stuff to do first.

For those who are amazed that this post’s word fits perfectly with the post, well, ok, I cheated. I picked this first word. Whatever, my blog, my rules. All future ones will be random, I promise.

And for anyone who has issues with knitters or knitting in general, read the cover of knit.1 up there. Knitting is Sexy. Told you so.

n. liberality; gift; premium- boun’teous, boun’tiful a.-boun’tifully adv. [F. bonté-L. bonitatem-bonus, good]

I’m starting something new. To get out of having to come up with a clever title for each post, I’m turning to the dictionary for a random word. Maybe it’ll fit in with the post. Maybe not. Maybe I’ll come up with a clever way to make it fit. In any case, this starts NOW.

Ahh bounty. Bountiful, actually. How could I not feel bountiful? Besides all the wonderful stash I’ve already shared with you, today I get home from a trip to the LYS, and I have this:

I have this:

and I have this:

The magazines are obviously to read. The yummy colorful stuff is a Fleece Artist kit of mohair and Blue-Face Leicester (I don’t know what this means but it says it on the tag) to make myself a pair of mittens. I fell in love with the colors and fondled it every time I went to the LYS. I guess my willpower today was at a low, ‘cus somehow it ended up in my hands at the cash AFTER I’d already bought and paid for my other stuff. I’d like to think I’ll have them done while its still cold out, but who am I kidding? I live in Canada. It’s cold until June.

The Snowflake and Silky stuff are to make a teddy bear to be gifted (by someone else, not me. I’m just doing the knitting). I imagine it will be very cute once done, especially since I found a little shop that sells teddy eyes and snouts. I can’t wait to see the finished project, but I won’t be casting this on until at least January. Too much holiday stuff to do first.

For those who are amazed that this post’s word fits perfectly with the post, well, ok, I cheated. I picked this first word. Whatever, my blog, my rules. All future ones will be random, I promise.

And for anyone who has issues with knitters or knitting in general, read the cover of knit.1 up there. Knitting is Sexy. Told you so.

Earlier in the week I asked Yannick if I could teach him how to knit. There are many, many men who knit out there, and many of them are straight, I assured him. He said sure. This was our conversation last night:

Me: So, you’re still gonna let me teach you to knit?

Yannick: Sure.

Me: What’s the first thing you’re going to make once you learn?

Sweetheart: Something for you, probably.

Me: How come?

Angel: Because you’re always making stuff for everyone else, and you haven’t even knit something for you yet.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Check out this email from my Bubbie :

“I went to Centaur Theatre with 8 other women who fell in love with my scarf and were busy examining it. And then afterthe play I went to the washroom and put on my coat and the scarf. I looked in the mirror and was satisfiedthat I had it on just the way I wanted it. No sooner do I walk out of the washroom does a lady come over and start examining the scarf and would you believe she asks me to take it off so she can see it better! What a hit it made!”

Yay! I’m so happy they liked it, but even more that you like it!

I SWEAR I thought I posted yesterday. I know I planned on it. I think I was going to do it after lunch with Yannick and Debbie…but then we got sidetracked by all heading over here to watch movies all day. NOTE: If you are over 15, do not get sucked in to the mess that is Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. You can thank me later. In any case, my original plan for yesterday was to come home after lunch, blog a bit, and then finally finish updating my finished object gallery. I had even told Yannick and Debbie that this was my plan for the day, to which Yannick asked “why can’t you do it tomorrow?”

Ahem.

How does one tell one’s boyfriend, the same boyfriend that one normally complains doesn’t spend enough time with one, that she would rather work on the computer the one day that week they have time to spend together, so that on Monday, one’s day off from work, one can have the entire glorious day to watch the shows I taped during the week and knit with no responsibilities like cleaning one’s house or doing one’s laundry? Turns out I couldn’t say it, which is why we all ended up downstairs, and I graciously sacrificed my couch for Debbie (well, she’d already taken Yannick’s couch, so I sacrificed mine for him so he’d have somewhere to glare at her menacingly from), and sat on the floor. It’s not so much fun to knit on the floor. It’s worse to try and knit while lying on your back ‘cus you’re hurting from sitting on the floor.

Note to the waiter at Bocaccino’s: if I could get them to stop hitting each other, don’t you think I would have? Let’s just say that Yannick is 6’2″, and Debbie is 4’11”, and every time I bring the two of them together, they try to beat each other up. I know I should just stand back and watch, it’s quite comical really. (For anyone who is worried about the eventual outcome, please note that Debbie, while short, is actually a trainer at the gym and teaches like 300 classes a week and packs a mean punch. Yannick is…uh…tall. Ok, he’s really strong too, but I won’t go on and on about his physical prowress. Just let it be known that in a knock-down, all-out battle of the best between he and Debbie, well, I wouldn’t cast my vote until the last round.)



Moving on, I do have progress from yesterday.

This wonderful tube-like object is my foray into the world of thrums. It’s most of mitten # 1, to be gifted to my dad for Hanukah. I’m quite happy with it, but for 3 reasons.

Dissatisfaction Reason 1) I don’t like the thrums sticking out the bottom of the mitt. The pattern calls for starting them on the 4th row, and I think it’s too soon. Solution: I’ll probably cut out the first row of thrums at the end, and omit them for the 2nd mitt. Issue: Probably resolved.

Dissatisfaction Reason 2) I don’t like how long the mitt is. Solution: I’ll leave it the way it is unless I see I’m running out of yarn for the other mitt, in which case I’ll steal some off the cuff and reknit it. Yannick tried it on and said that while it is long, long is a good thing ‘cus some jackets ride up, and these are for my dad when he’s jogging so the more warmth the better. Issue: Resolved (and how cool is it that I can have Yannick try these on as I go, so when I make his pair for Christmas I’ll know they’ll fit and he’ll be none the wiser?)

Dissatsifaction Reason 3) There is some kind of mistake in the pattern. Hold on, I’m not jumping to find mistakes everywhere. I’m just so analytical that they seem to stand out to me. Case in point: for the thumb, 13 sts were put onto a holder. It says to slip these back onto a needle, and then pick up 13 more sts from the other side of the thumb hole. This means I have 26 sts, right? Then the patt says, “knit across 13 sts, k2tog, knit across 13, k2tog. Repeat until 24 sts rem on the needles”. Wha??????? I only start with 26 sts, by decreasing 2 sts I wind up at 24 sts right away, not to mention the fact that I can’t knit across 13, k2tog, and still have 13 left to knit across! Looks like there’s a trip to my LYS in the forecast for today. Luckily they have such a mitt on display, they’d better have an answer for me!

It has come to my attention that in order to be a knitter, a blogger, and/or both, I must own a cat. There are many sites that confirm this theory, see Yarn Harlot or Wendy Knits! on the sidebar for some proof. Luckily, as it happens, I do own a cat. Phew! For a minute there I thought I’d have to give up knitting, blogging, and/or both!

World, meet Sam:

NOTE: for those of you unfamiliar with cats, Sam is the white furry animal in the picture.

Sam is 4, thoroughly spoiled, and believes himself to be a dog. I haven’t actually had a conversation with him in which he said “I think I’m a dog”, nor has he signed up for any trans-gender support groups, but based on his actions lately, I’m infering. (How many cats do you know who play fetch? And for those of you raising your hands, running after a toy then losing interest and sniffing disdainfully isn’t considered playing fetch. That’s being a cat. Sam actually runs after the stick and brings it back, drops it at my feet and meows as if to say “more”. That’s playing fetch.)

Now, since this is a knitting blog, it is very lucky for me that Sam tends to turn up when I’m knitting. It is also lucky for me that I usually have my Palm on me at the time so I can take pictures that probably only I find entertaining.

World, meet Sam and knitting:

Just thought I’d share!

I forgot again yesterday. See? This is why I’m doing a practice session at posting every day. I’m practicing for next year. I’m just not doing a very good job. This doesn’t matter. It’s just practice.

Uh huh.

In other blogging news, I joined my very first Knit-Along. Tadaa [insert drumroll here]

It’s hosted by Stephanie and Crystal and you can find out more here or here. Umm, if you found out more, could you let me know? See, I get the whole thrumming thing. I even started already:

This is the lovely hand-dyed yarn and roving that came with my kit.

This is what I’ve done with it so far.

This is a close-up. (I’m spot-on with the obviousness today, eh?)

What I don’t get with the whole -Along thing is how it works. Are there progress reports? Weekly meetings? Some big guy named Tiny who shows up at my door weekly demanding to see the “stuff” in exchange for not breaking the “kneecaps”? Hmm. {Note to self: next time investigate these knit-along things before joining!}

As an aside, I showed this cuff to my friend Julie when she came over for our weekly card game last night. Before permitting herself to touch it (probably afraid at the creepy way I kept saying “touch it, it’s so soft, touch it, touch it!”) I had to promise her that it wasn’t human hair. Don’t worry Julie, it really wasn’t. I promise, it wasn’t human hair. [insert maniacal wicked laughter here]

Stephannie for introducing me to the knitting/blogging world (see 2 posts ago), and Jo for showing me there are others even here in Montreal!