The Podium

You're darned right I'm putting it on my sidebar!
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Gold!

Ahoy Mateys! We made it! We have achieved the near impossible. Click on the link at the end of this post to see.
Here you can see the erratic photography of an excited knitter. I cut off the top of the hat in this picture, but it is done.


I thought I should show the hat on a real head, but the only one available at the moment is DS15's buddy, OPS15 (Other Pirate Son 15yrs.old). OPS15 has way less hair, and a bit less head circumference than DS15, but DS15 just went down to the rumpled Rumpus Room after trying it on a few dozen times for me, sans photographic evidence. He refuses to come up again, hence this pic.

I will tack on a proper pic of DS15 in the hat asap.
Update: managed to snag this one pic of Busy Man. (The top of the hat is there, just camera-shy.) Everything about the pattern went according to plan. I did not finish off the top with the called-for three inches of i-cord, knotted cutely. No pom-pom, either. Busy Man wanted it finished cleanly, so I tried to finish it without the point on top that my hats used to get, and (thank God!) it worked: a nice clean flat top.


Woohoo! it's over!






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The Long Programme

Here we are, about 1 day into the Long Programme. You can see the teeny little skeletal jaws have formed.
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Amen!

Click Here! Absolutely, 100%, couldn't have said it better myself!
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The Short Programme

Well, here is my short programme. It's the choosing of the pattern, the getting of the wool, and the dinking around of the design.

I have always been a big fan of these Hello Yarn pirates. But seeing as how I am a cute pirate

and not a bloodthirsty, cutthroat pirate, I thought this hat would be way too much for me to knit in less than 4 months.
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Now, for Christmas my daughter gave me this:
in which I found this:


So. Now I need to plug in some piratey goodness into the hat and replace the snowflakes with these:And we have a cuff!knit in squeaky acrylic for utmost washability. Note all the little stitch markers where the pattern repeats will be.
Next, the long programme. Woo hoo! Arrrrrr!>
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Canadian Division

This is the button for the Canadian Division of "Team What The Hell Was I Thinking?", crudely crafted by me after I saw the original at
Uncle Leona's Day Camp. Seems totally to be today's choice of teams for me. An elite athlete like myself falls into so many categories.
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Feast of Bridgid

The Yarn Harlot has kindly informed us of this important event happening today, people! Reya's Excellent Invitation to a Silent Online Poetry Reading:
WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2006
WHERE: Your blogWHY: To celebrate the Feast of Bridgid, aka Groundhog Day
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2. I don't imagine zillions of bloggers will partake of this online celebration of midwinter, but I am curious to see who is called to join this project, and especially curious to read the poetry that gets published.
RSVP: If you plan to publish, will you either leave your blog address as a comment on this post, or send me an email? I'd like to collect the poems.Here's her email, should you wish to participate:
reyasdottir AT verizon DOT net -- perform the usual anti-spambot transformations with the AT and the DOT.


As my favourite poem, I am going to attempt to remember the only poem I can recall taking a small part in creating.
Now, this needs some set-up:
The Scene: Sparling Hall at the University of Winnipeg.
The Cast: Me and two other *Sparling's Darlings.
The Occasion: Meeting up after some afternoon classes located in Lockhart Hall.
The Reason: The same reason for any outrageously sacreligious parody of esteemed poetry of a National Treasure nature: We were teenagers and we thought we were the poo.

In Lockhart Hall

In Lockhart Hall, the looseleafs blow
between the students, row on row
who fall asleep, the reason why:
lecturers, still bravely speaking, sigh
scarce heard amid the snores that grow.

We are the dead.
Short days ago we lived, took notes,
watched *filmstrips glow.
Drank and were drunk, and
now we lie in Lockhart Hall.

Take up our pens? To classes go?
To you, with failing hands, we throw
our texts: be they yours to underline.
If you get "A's", we'll all know why.
You did not sleep, 'though looseleafs blow,
In Lockhart Hall.

*Note to any present students of the U. of W. : Find the oldest professor on campus. He might remember what a "Sparling's Darling" or a "filmstrip" was.

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