Monday, November 29, 2004

Red Hat

The beginnings of a manly hat. Really. (It is actually a rich deep red, not coral or tomato. Bad pic. ) My Mom invented this hat recipe; Dad turns the cuff twice before donning the hat. It's really warm that way. I just have to figure out a way of decreasing the k1p1 rib nicely. Anyone have any advice? I'd like a guideline, but of course as soon as you want a hat pattern for reference, all the patterns you've been tripping over at every turn magically disappear.

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Rip it, rip it...

Whenever I get tired of knitting, I rip up some more Red Heart JewelTones and wind it up. This was supposed to become some sort of sweater-dress thing for DD17 back when she was DD8. Needless to say, it won't be now. Maybe some sort of hoodie?

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Thursday, November 25, 2004

Beautiful Knitmaster set!

Thank goodness I found my "Boye Knitmaster" needle set (old version of the Denise Set). I have never (touches wood) had them come unscrewed while I was knitting. I have always been really afraid of stripping those tiny plastic threads, but so far it hasn’t happened either (touches wood again).
I say thank goodness, ‘cause the border-hopping DTH is coming home for a couple of days! (It seems he doesn’t need to run south, because the Excited United States is in the throes of a long holiday weekend! Happy Thanksgiving to all my American relatives and friends!) Now I can hide my work from him on a spare piece of cable from the set. I wouldn’t want to give away any "Men in Hats" secrets.
Oh-oh...American Thanksgiving means it’s time to clean up the house for Christmas. Oh pooh.

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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

New Homepage

I think I might have found a new homepage, folks, entirely by accident. It's called "How Did You Find That?" 'cause the guy always has people asking him that. It's filled with really neat/weird/useful stuff. Click on this post title or on my sidebar link.
Had to get rid of the blog buttons, mostly, because they made the sidebar a mile long.
Back to knitting tomorrow.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Relax, they're all here!
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Sunday, November 21, 2004


It’s a banner day for Kathen! It’s Grey Cup Sunday. (Grey Cup: Canadian Pro Football's Holy Grail, a game played mid-to-late November, in Canada, often out-doors [!]). I was feeling like maybe, just maybe, if I searched just one more time, I might be able to find some part of the missing stash and needles, and WIP. So down to the Catacombs Basement I padded.

This was very brave on my part. We have over 200 boxes in the basement, the clutter and junk of 21 years of marriage, years when Family Vacation Trips Elsewhere seemed more important than cleaning and organization of said basement. Throw/give away perfectly good yard-sale quality merchandise? Nah, just box it up and put it in the basement for temporary storage, just until vacation time when we’ll have that yard sale. Can you say “Never Ending Cycle”?

Anyway, bravely I padded down to the Catacombs Basement, thinking that if I just poked around a little, I could at least find some part of my Mom’s stash, which I inherited. Right quickly (considering) I found Mom’s Magazines. The handful I pulled out of the box ranged from 1955 to 1969. Whoa! Now I was excited. After 10 minutes of unstacking and restacking boxes, I finally found the stash—2 huge boxes. It was mostly Eaton’s and Hudson’s Bay knitting worsted, plus the missing Mary Maxim balls to finish my oldest WIP, ten balls of Patons Diana (once intended for a “broomstick” knit sweater) and two balls each of about fifteen other strange yarns.

This was enough to have me chortling and cackling on the way up the stairs with the first box of yarn, but what happened next was enough to convince me that my God has smiled down on my strange knitting career.

As I passed by a heap of old hockey equipment crowding the aisle, I glanced down into a box of elbow pads and saw a rolled-up plastic bag. For absolutely no good reason and without a thought in my head (like, “It’s probably a bag of pucks”), I put down the stash box and picked up the bag.
It contained my Tupperware Tackle-box of Knitting! All the stitch markers and yarn bobbins and scissors and et cetera. Woo hoo! Then just as I bent down to pick up the box, I spy with my little eye the Knitting Caddy, containing needles and the Lost WIP. I had to put the box of yarn back, but I should remember where they are when I need them. I hope.

Well, I was told by DTH that my knitting got cleaned out of the front room when we were preparing for Grey Cup Party 2001. Expletive It…disturbs
me that it ended up in the hockey equipment. Oh well.

The official words today are, “Oh frabjous day, Calloo, Callay!” (sic).

Hope to have some pictures tomorrow. Oh yeah, Toronto won.

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Friday, November 19, 2004


Oh yeah, I stole Pink Pooling Poncho and wore it to work today. Time will tell if DD17 stomps downtown to rip it off me (if you do, honey, bring me my grey sno-fleece jacket, ok?) or says thank god, she really didn't like it anyhow. As far as I know, these are the only 2 possibilities.

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Spaghetti & Parent-Teacher Day

Frustration reigns supreme here for Kathen. First, I bought a big bag of factory-ends yarn--and I have no idea what it is. I guess it's five or six w.p.i., and it looks like well-cooked spaghetti. So now I have to figure out--WHAT IS IT? Sorry for shouting, but ...How thick is Berocco Suede? What weight of yarn do I need for a sweater...No yardage, no gauge, nothing given on the package except 1kg. (2.2lbs) of unknown fibre.

When I get home, I'll put up a picture of this goofiness.

Yay! It's parent teacher day! DD17 states,"Parents don't come anymore to this, it's just between me and the teacher now, and I already talked to him." Gee, I wish you were that mature and fiercely independent in everything else, kiddo! And DS14--I asked him at least six times if there was a specific time given for him now that he was in high-school. Four times he grunted, and the two times he must have whispered (he denies he whispered), "Eleven-thirty", I didn't hear him. So now I won't be able to make the scene.

Thank you for letting me vent.

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Thursday, November 18, 2004

Ring, Ring!

Ooh, I am almost finished with my blog format. I think. I have been accepted into the Acrylics Anonymous Ring.
I think it's fitting, since I've lived in this town for 20+years, and only recently noticed that there is no wool whatsoever in the LYS. Fluffy, fuzzy, lumpy, bouclé, and at least 6 different colourways (a new word for me, have I used it correctly?) of camouflage yarn (I can hardly wait to see how that stuff pools, puddles, and zig-zags) but no wool.
Natural Fibre? Handicrafter Cotton, and huge 2kg bags of factory-end, 100% unknown fibre yarn. Looks like cooked spagetti.
Ya know what? The more I prattle on and on about this, the more I think--I just don't care! So what. I don't imagine myself using muted, heathery shades of anything anyway. I might have to drive for an hour and a half to Brandon (the small city) to go to Zellers, where they carry Red Heart, Bernat, and some Lions Brand. But--I doubt it.
I see a blue camouflage hoodie in my future. Hee hee!

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Saturday, November 13, 2004

It's done!

It's done, wahoo! The pink poncho is finished, and I decided it would look way better on DD17 than me. And it does. I think I should knit her a matching hat now. Didn't I see a pattern on another blog somewhere? WAIT! Was it a Harlot pattern?! Hey, it would be a matching Harlot set. I gotta go search now. And I gotta find a pattern for DS14, a hat or maybe a sweater. He needs the knitting love too, right?

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Friday, November 12, 2004

At Loose Ends

What to do, what to do? All the beautiful Patons Cha-Cha...gone. That magnificent, lap-warming, sneeze inducing, pile of fuzzy poncho goodness...whisked away to the land of DD17, never to be seen again. So what next, then, to warm my knitting heart? Some Koigu?

Some Alpaca?
Some Rowan?

My Mom gave me a couple balls of this stuff, I think it was a special buy at the local dry goods emporium a very long time ago. It's great for washable afghans and kid's stuff, and she's made a few of them with it. So I thought, what the hey, that should be an easy mindless knit to repair my frazzled nerves after Cha-Cha overdose.

The problem is, this stuff is so acrylic, when you're knitting you can hear fine little squeaking noises, like little balloons rubbing together!

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Thursday, November 11, 2004

Finished Object!

Here it is! DD17 with the luscious Fiesta Poncho. She especially likes the swoops of colour (is that called pooling? or puddling?) I think some neckline stabilization is required, but we will see. I don't think she wants to give it back to me so I could do it!

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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Yay! Poncho!

Lap fulla yarn! Needles almost off, in this shot just 30 stitches left.

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*Bonehead Move #1

Speaking of Bonehead moves (as Fluffa! was, just the other day) I finished Fiesta the Poncho. No. What I did was knit until all the yarn was finished. Now I have to unknit a round so I have yarn to bind off with. I think I better check on the pattern while I'm at it.
*Actually, this is probably bonehead knitting move number 187 for this year alone, but this is the first one (at last count) to get star billing on my Fiesta blog entries. We will no longer discuss Bozo. Thank you.

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Tuesday, November 09, 2004

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Fiesta! We got a new "cheap but filling" Polaroid Digital Camera that is perfect for my purposes--and it only cost 99.00 at Zellers! Woo-hoo! 2.0 Megapixel with flash! Our old Polaroid digital camera has no flash, and only low resolution.
Boo hoo! DTH wants to take the new camera on the road with him. Oh well.

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Monday, November 08, 2004


Well, I have knitted almost 5 balls of cha-cha and 1-1/2 balls of sox into Fiesta the Poncho, and DD17 couldn't stand it any longer, she grabbed it and tried it on--upside down! All I could do was hold the needles tightly. She wouldn't have been able to do it if I had followed the pattern, but I knit back and forth for the first few inches and then joined, so the neckline gapes and will need a cute little seam in the back. But anyhoo, she says she is very impressed and I should work hard on it. She is not a little child, like Harlot's model (favourite thing #3) or Mason-Dixon Kay's model. She is Tall, my DD17. (whine, complain.)

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Saturday, November 06, 2004


It's housework day. Bleah. I got a day off and I gotta fill it with boring, mundane, repetitive tasks that contribute nothing to the flowering of the human spirit.

On the other hand, disease and pest control is a good thing.

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Thursday, November 04, 2004


Yay! DS14 is feeling better. DTH (Dear Trucker Hubby) should be home tonight. Maybe that's why I have somehow posted this many times today. Maybe I won't post tomorrow. (Heh heh heh.)

My next project may be to swatch multi-strands of rainbow Sock yarn . Got 3 balls, I hope that will make a hat and mitts. Or...maybe I should use my reeely skinny needles and ...oh, I dunno.

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Now I feel like a BIG, FAT WORM. My kid still sick, and I am threatening to send him to school anyway. Can I cry now?

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Decisions, decisions.

Do I string all gazillion stitches onto spare wool so DD17 can try on FIesta and ease her doubts about it's poncho shape? Or not?

Do I send DS14 to school despite his feeling lousy? I am thinking, "You can leave again if you throw up!!". Bad Mother. Bad. Don't you trust your son??! Well, yes I do; but there is also such a thing as wallowing in your misery until it's a self-fulfilling-prophecy-type-deal. (Syntax-Grammar ticket. Guilty. I'll pay.)

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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

New Name, Etc.

Well. I can't believe I am about to do and say this stuff, but: I am changing the name of Bozo the Poncho. I have had a huge change of heart about it the past couple of days. It is growing on me: the cheerful mix of two wildly different but complementary variegated colours; the uncanny way the sock yarn stands out on the needle and keeps the fuzzy yarn in place, then quietly fades into the background of the fabric, popping out here and there only when a teeny touch of acid green or caribbean aqua is required; the furry yet liquidly draping fabric. It has also become fun to knit. I knew this when I reached for it instead of the Scary Pink poncho for my recreational, after-dinner knit.

So for all these reasons, I present to you: Fiesta the Poncho! (Sorry, you'll have to scroll down if you want to see it. Too tired to fight with CheapCam.) Olé!

Now for the et cetera part. If you want to experience the joy of the Old Spice commercial in your own life (you know, the one where the babe has the scent-induced "falling-in-love" flashback), then head over here. (Take Kleenex with you, you'll need it!) I had to go and read this while DTH (Dear Trucker Hubby) was in North Carolina. Sniff.

Way past bedtime here. Do the States have the Daylight-Saving-Time switch, too? I swear, the kids and I have a wicked little Timeswitch-Jetlag/Hallowe'en Hangover. I don't remember the timeswitch EVER being on Hallowe'en before (probably only because my memory is crap). I think the Trick-or-Treaters pooped out early, because it felt later. Now, why can't I also wake up earlier, because of the switch?!

My friend Elaine hangs a sign outside her store. It's only fiftysomething sleeps until Christmas. Bah Humbug.

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Merino? Mohair? Alpaca? Someday!!

adopt your own virtual pet!