Knitting. For Real!

It's been a while since I posted anything remotely yarn like, so here they are. Girly's scarf got this far. I kept making mistakes and having to rip back and redo. Needless to say, she hasn't worn it yet. It may be done by the time she gets Confirmed. At thirteen.
This is a chemo cap for a friend. She's in stage three Uterine Cancer. Everything has been taken out that can be taken out and she has had her first treatment. Thing is, she doesn't have the bloom of youth to help with the healing. She is a very strong woman though. So if you happen to say a prayer or send good healing for/to Lil, it probably wouldn't hurt the process.
This is a scarf I am working on. I haven't decided yet whether or not it's going to be sent to a scarf pal or someone else who could use a lift right now. I love how at this angle it has a vertically striped appearance and
at this angle it's a horizontal stripe. I also love how it feels and that even though it is super light weight, it's pretty warm.
Someone is really coming along well since his meds have been changed and are nearly adjusted to the correct dose. He's bright and energetic again. His fur is thick and silky too. Even his tail fur which was always a bit on the rough side feels softer. He was a little annoyed that he didn't get to eat any of the chocolate that the bunny left around though. Being the poor sick kid in our house doesn't get you far.

Whoa, Nelly!

Wow! There's quite a time lapse between posts around here. Yeesh. I gotta get back on track!

Life has been a bit busy the last little while. Someone got all fancied up on Saturday for the big day. She loved "Getting her nails changed."

Then came the big moment. After kneeling by the little pond watching the water trickle down the waterfall, Father poured a bit on her head. She was a bit surprised at first, but then she thought it was great fun and after standing up, she shook her head like a little puppy. The entire church full of people got a good chuckle. She was in her element and pleased as punch with herself. It was beautiful.

Easter morning found us in a bit of a chill.
Fortunately that hadn't scared off the Easter Bunny. Girly scored bit time.

She even got to go find Easter Eggs at a friend's house in snowbanks. Note the haute couture of the north. Dress and pants.

Knitting? What knitting? We won't mention the fact that the child doesn't have a pretty beaded lace scarf for her Baptism. We won't mention that I am behind on things people don't even know they are getting yet. Fortunately, I should have a bit more knitting time now. I hope. :)

Hope is such a simple thing.

It's a highway without ice build up to drive on.

It's a bit of sand showing in the drive.

It's round edges on a long ago shoveled path.

It's water dripping into the porch.

It's knowing that soon the child's extra curricular activities will end and Mama might get to have a bit more knitting time.

It's people who come and say nice things and generally remember that I am here in my little world.

Awhile back Sus gifted me with a "You make my Day" award and I have yet to pass them on. So today I would like to say that all of you who come here even with my sporadic blogging and very little to say make my day along with these 10 people who have kept me sane and going during my busy time.

I am supposed to pass them on to 10 bloggers who make my day but I think there are two people who don't blog that completely deserve them right now.

1. My husband, corny I know, but for the small bits of time we get at home together, he has been very patient with the amount of it that I've been spending online getting ISE 6 together, opened and started.

2. My 65 year old aunt whose name I love enough to give it to my Girly. She had back surgery a couple of days ago and has suffered from osteoporosis for years but woke up from anesthesia asking when she can go back to mountain climbing. She is more concerned about all the hikes she can't lead while she is laid up than on having back surgery. Amazing woman.

The next eight women are the wonderful volunteers helping me run ISE 6 and keeping the workload fun and light.

3. Margaret - also our Taiwanese translator,

4. Charlie,

5. Bernie,

6. Ana,

7. Andrea,

8. Victoria,

9. Tami

10. Kelli

Of course I would be remiss in not mentioning Leslie the lovely lady who makes the pretties for our group blog.

The Sky Danced

While the people slept, the sky awoke.
The stars stood still, the cold night spoke.
A woman stood just by chance.
Honoured was she by the dance.


The dance of the sky was amazing. The Northern Lights were bright and strong. My camera, not so much. If you click on the picture you might get a vague idea of a small part of them.

Realism vs Delusion

As one of the hosts of my favourite t.v. show is fond of saying; "I reject your reality and substitute my own."

Although I have made little to no progress on this scarf, I am positive it will be finished and blocked by Easter Saturday. Positive. If I have to make it knit itself!

I am positive that going to the senior's centre for soup and sandwiches and walking out with knitting needles and a pair of slippers for Girly is not a sign of an obsession. It is smart buying since these are not only vintage needles, but they were very well priced and in sizes I don't already own. Plus the slippers are cute.

I am positive that these will get to their destination even though a parcel I sent to the UK ended up coming back to me after nearly two months of wandering aimlessly around the seas.

I am sure that the vague smell of skunk outside means that spring is arriving slowly. The wind, snow and cold just haven't heard the news yet.

See, my reality is so much nicer.

Begin again Finnegin.

Although the astute among you will notice that this new version of Girly's pretty has slightly fewer than 332 stitches. I scrapped the stole version until I get it to look the way I want and decided to go with a more realistic view. Scarf.


Ever have one of those weeks that you would just like to yell Mulligan? I don't know what's up with me, I can't seem to quit trodding on people's toes lately. I went round apologizing today and hopefully managed to smooth things over, but yeesh I sure hope I can be taken out in public safely soon.

It must be a tired of winter thing. I'm ready to not be cold when I walk out the door in the morning. Ready to not scrape ice off the windshield and snow off the step. I've found myself staring at a picture I took last summer wishing that when I opened my eyes I would be back there with the sun beating down on my back and the sweet smells of summer all around.

Bring on the heat! Bring on the sun. I promise not to complain about being sweaty and stuff. Much.

Alas Poor Yorick

I knew him, Knitratio; a pattern of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me to tears a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those stitches that I have knit I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?

As it turns out, I didn't write the first part of the pattern correctly. Also, 6' of unblocked stole would probably turn out to be pretty darn close to 7'. 4' child. A wee bit of overkill. She would have been mummified, not dressed up pretty.

Ah well, I'll cast on for something else faster and written a little better. Perhaps I may get something done yet.