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Occasional musings on "life, the universe, and everything" from a fiber junkie.
June 27, 2006
Distractions and anticipations
10:27 am edt
The Peacock Feathers are coming along nicely, though the project is reaching the "limbo" point where each row takes forever
to complete. Still, it's almost to the end of Chart 5, and will most likely be finished well before Labor Day. One
thing I'll say is that I am not looking forward to pinning out all 150+ edge loops for blocking. No photos
today, as I've been giving The Infernal DigiCam a "timeout" for fighting me.
While meandering around the web I happened upon the announcement of a knitters' cruise at Seasocks 2007
. There's something frighteningly appealing about the combination of two of my favorite things: the ocean and
knitting. Of course I've booked myself a cabin - some temptations are just too good to pass up. Next comes
the question of how to get to Los Angeles and home from Vancouver. Of course there are options - the cruise line will
arrange flights for me, or I could figure things out on my own (with or without the assistance of Patricia, the travel agent
coordinating the cruise), or I could combine the cruise with one of my other addictions, train travel. That last option
is the most appealing to me, as I purely love
riding trains, and I've been wanting to find an opportunity to take
Amtrak's "Empire Builder" eastbound through the Rockies. Then again, ViaRail Canada has its own eastbound service, from
Vancouver to Toronto, that also might be possible, depending on budget. Hmmm. Fortunately, the cruise isn't
until next April, so I have time to ponder and plot and scheme. (Insert evil laugh here.)
After reading some of the posts on the forums about this cruise, I wonder if Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines really has
a clue as to what they're about to unleash on one of their ships. Somehow, I feel very sorry for both the ship's
crew and the non-knitting passengers. It'll be a loooooong five days for them.
June 21, 2006
Amazing Lace Challenge 3 - The Poem
1:44 pm edt
Lace is More
On the table rests the pattern,
False in its simplicity.
Peacock feathers light and airy
Promise to appear for
Needles clicking, stitches wrapping
Ever-longer rows I see
Cone of yarn beside my chair now
Winds itself 'round
Nightly grows into some weirdly
Jumbled mass of fishing line.
Results may be divine or shocking
When I get around to blocking
Shiny silky ramen noodles
Slouching 'cross my
June 19, 2006
Do you believe in magic?
10:29 am edt
There's something magical about blocking lace - an unlikely looking pile of yarn becomes a shawl. Case in point:
Ene's Scarf is now firmly pinned to the blocking board:
This is progress, since it's been almost a month since the knitting was completed. The first obstacle to blocking
it was lack of pins - every pincushion I own decided to go into hiding as soon as I wanted to block this. Then the blocking
pins were ordered, but only arrived the evening before I left for Newfoundland, so blocking was delayed yet again. I
know, excuses, excuses... still, it's blocking now.
The Amazing Lace KAL progresses as well, with Peacock Feathers up to the middle of chart 4. One thing I must say
is that this pattern has been exceptionally well produced. The instructions are clear, the charts are actually large
enough to be easily readable, and thus far I've not found anything that appears to be an error. Well, no error
in the pattern or charts, I mean. My capacity for misreading patterns should not in any way bring blame upon the designer.
It's not her fault that I share one lonely brain cell with four other people, some of whom seem to have been monopolizing
Since there's not much other knitterly goodness to discuss today, I'll just supply a little eye candy - a scene from
the Conception Bay region of Newfoundland:
There's a reason they call Newfoundland "The Rock."
June 12, 2006
12:29 pm edt
The wandering knitter has indeed returned from a visit to family on the island of Newfoundland. It was something
of a whirlwind visit, because my dear aunt is a very energetic lady, always on the go. Add to that the fact that I hadn't
been back there in over 45 years, and you have the ingredients for a busy few days.
On the knitting front, this pair of socks got finished and given to my aunt:
Love the way that "Socks That Rock!" colorway creates spirals down the leg.
We spent a good bit of time driving around the Harbour Grace area, seeing the sights. One that impressed me was
the airfield where many pioneers of aviation began their transatlantic flights - including Amelia Earhart.
Yep, that's it - just a grassy field, sloping upward to a huge rock outcropping. You get a new respect for those
early aviators looking at this field; it's also somewhat surprising to me that people still fly small planes out
of this airfield.
Next, here's a little bit of scenery - the view from my aunt's front door, literally across the road from the
The trip went smoothly, with no difficulties (for me, at least) at the border, though some folks were asked to "step
inside the office" for a bit. Crossing the US / Canada border on the train is a rather boring experience; the train
pulls up on a siding and the relevant customs team boards it, moving methodically from one end to the other. Passengers
are asked to stay in their seats until the process is done; this is more difficult than it sounds, as it can take anywhere
from 45 minutes to 2 hours for the customs folks to get through the entire train. To pass the time, I (of course!)
knitted yet another sock; perhaps it was the sight of the knitting that caused the customs agent to look surprised when I
answered his "What are you bringing back with you?" by saying "A few souvenirs and a bottle of rum." It was the
rum that made his eyebrow twitch. No, I don't enjoy twisting people's minds at all...
The Amazing Lace project didn't travel with me - it requires too much concentration to be worked on when there are distractions
around. It's growing gradually, slowly, with much pausing and counting of stitches, especially on the "eyes" of the
peacock feathers. Still, progress is progress. It'll get done . . . eventually.
"Everything happens for a reason, except possibly football." -- Terry Pratchett