Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Living in duct and edema world

Am on my first lactation management course.

It's great to be in a room all day learning about basic lactation concepts.

Will have more for you sweet sweet aweome readers later in the week.

Lots of knitting and lots of interesting (to me anyway) thoughts.

My sister doing well and you guys are awesome. I reread that post and my stomach heaved again - my instinct was to apologize for the melodramatic tone, and then I realized that that was exactly how I felt...and still do.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Last night I got the call.

The call that no one ever in a million years wants to get. I pick up the phone and all I hear are the heart wrenching heaving sobs of my youngest sister as she wetly spits out the words. "There's been an accident."

My heart leaps immediately to my upper sinus region and the world tilts just the way it would as though it were dumping out everything you love in the world on the floor. I say calmly and gently with all my skin tingling, bracing myself for the worst - Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Do it again. Tell me what happened.

My most beautiful, precious, brilliant sister was in a car accident in Peterborough while driving her girlfriends home from a reunion weekend in Ottawa (thank god it wasn't the 401). No one was hurt (my skin stopped tingling a little bit just a bit). The car was totalled and the van carrying the rushing mother, her 11 year old son and her husband through the yellow light....well I don't know about the van but everyone walked away.

I wanted to get a Zipcar and drive to Peterborough to save her from the heartless cold-hearted policewoman who took her statement when she was in shock and couldn't remember what happened. Wrap her in a hand knit blanket and palpate her abdomen to confirm that there was no internal bleeding.

Instead, I waited until her bus got to Toronto and she walked through the door to snuggle her and tuck her into bed. By the time she got here she was warm and had moved out of shock to exhausted clarity.

When I talked with her this morning she had corralled the insurance agent, corrected her statement with the police and filled mom and dad in on the details. What a powerhouse!

Am exhausted and questioning whether or not I have it in me to raise offspring without wrapping them in tissue paper to protect them from the unpredictable dangers of the world.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

So many things to be done and that have been done.

I've done. Am in the heat of application essays right now - it's sucking me dry.

The upside is that while I research and write I've finished a wack of non deadline future/impacting projects. You know wack is to projects what gaggle is to geese etc etc etc. This just goes to show that I will do ANYTHING to avoid my inner critic. Man, she is a bitch to the point of rendering me incapable of writing anything. It's really annoying and I think I finally quelled her constant nittering this weekend.

The results of my procrastination:

- Vesper socks. I don't usually get sucked into the heat of the moment with the yarn trends but Vesper sock yarn really is all that and a bag of crisps.

- Thrummed mittens. First birthday gift of the year. I may be the only Torontonian happy with the freezing temperatures.

- I've reached the halfway mark in my sweater.

- Spinning: I have homework and it's getting done. I have two more assignments I'm hoping to use to break the monotony - I mean inspire me in the personal essay writing.

Things is getting done yo! Mayhaps there will be pictures but that depends mostly on the results of essay writing today.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Blue Moon Wensleydale Dreams

Last night before I went to bed I spent a good solid two hours fixing my knitting from Friday night. It's a top down wrap around cardi out of delicious Blue Moon Wensleydale which sounds a lot like cheese that Wallace might eat too much of. I'm blaming it for the crazy dreams.

My dreams last night involved a holiday party at the home of Will and Tania. I walked in and the lights were down *really* low, like it was dark with a couple of tea lights low. In the darkness I see my boss and my network administrator hovering over the gherkins awkwardly talking to Will. I don't know why they are there but I'm desperately trying not to get cornered by them.

Aviva came down the stairs and asked me if I wanted my tarot cards read. Jumping at the chance, I followed her up the stairs where she proceeded to read my cards. I shuffled the cards from this deck and chose 5 cards to flip. Aviva interpreted the first four cards and then stalled on Three of Bowls so she left me to go look it up in the reference book.

Jason looked it up for me this morning, a nice solid card of unity. It can be interpreted as the "Yes and..." card of tarot.

Isn't that just wild?

Sunday, January 14, 2007

You can colour me inspired.

I recently finally got Inspired Cable Knits. I'd been drooling over this book since I saw Fiona Ellis speak at the DKC - I think since the spring. Not only were the garments she brought in spectacular, Fiona was a brilliant clear and elegant speaker.

Often I get wrapped up in the seeming life or death necessity of owning a beautiful knitting book often to the detriment of my finances. Since money is tight I've been giving myself a 1 month minimum holding period at the end of which, if the book still kicks my ass and juices up my creativity, it comes home with me.

This is one such book. The eye candy of the design, photography and language sucked me in immediately. So I took a step back and breathed - for the past 8 months my wanting this book has not slacked off or been tempered by time. Considering my cravings often are distracted by shiny things as banal as a good cup of coffee or a drop in temperature my continued need for it was a good "sign"

Fiona manages to write complicated patterns clearly in both chart as well as knitterly English. I love that she lets us into some of her creative process, as a young knitter this process is completely foreign. Finding out where the inspiration for her patterns comes from makes me feel like I'm being led down a path to where I might find inspiration (albeit for some lewd comedy bit)

This is not a book for the non adventurous beginner. It is assumed that you know how to cast on and there is very little space dedicated to the mechanics of a knit stitch. Fiona knows you're hungry to get at the cabling so she doesn't distract you with any hors d'oeuvres before she slaps a big medium rare slab of challenging cabley(?) goodness on your plate.

If you don't see me for a few weeks it's because I'm working on "Gathering intentions" and may be tangled in i-Cord. Send help.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Wool gone wild.

Well who can know the hearts of wool? Vesper started a whole brouhaha last night that resulted in the last 2 bravehearted knitters and their husbands getting EJECTED by the lovely and gentle Jose at 2:00am last night. Here's what happened:

A round of miniature drinks were purchased. Jacquie was wary - she knew what time it was. She knew that Vesper was like the drummer goalie boyfriend we all should avoid. Time to leave at this point with her memories intact.

With projects on their heads like a bunch of unruly university student the knitters proceeded:

Suck: Drink: The Vesper was pleased.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Restorative Friday Night

Are you looking for a low key, creatively fulfilling, social way to spend your Friday evening?

You should come by the Spotted Dick for a pint and some knitting. It's pretty amazing to see half of a locale fill up with knitters. I've heard from colleagues who work in neighbouring office buildings that it blows their minds when they walk in to a wall of knitters with pints.

Blowing the minds of the cubicle dwellers with my knitting and my cider is a major motivator for me.

My camera is all charged up and the Clapotis, tied up.

Game. On.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Mission Control. We have a problem

Almost two years ago I knit my first pattern - the now ubiquitous Clapotis. I chose my first "luxury" yarn to knit with this - 5 skeins of Koigu KPPPM. It is my favourite garment. I wear it through the fall, winter and spring. I use the large scarf as a shawl for cool summer evenings. It is beautiful.
Today I found three dropped stitches that had come apart - the yarn was thrice broken. The world spun as I examined the "situation" closely and watch as three stitches unzipped right before my breathless flushed face. Impossible! I love this wrap, I treat it with love and nothing less than adoration - how can this be?

The horror. The horror. My options as I see them:

1. Salvage the precious Koigu of which there is enough to knit almost anything and grieve the death of my Clap.

2. Tie knots in the yarn to prevent further runnage and block out the problem area in my psyche.

3. Continue to not touch the scarf for fear of further damage - thus having beautiful but useless decoration on my desk.

Is there any other way to make this go away? Recommendations would be GREATLY appreciated.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

No Armageddon For You.

I am an armageddon freak. After watching The Day After Tomorrow, Idiocracy, Dawn of the Dead, Shaun of the Dead, and of course Mars Attacks among many others, it became clear that it's not the cinematography, writing or talent that draws me to these movies. It's my obsession with the technique of Survival that keeps me coming back.

My dreams after watching any armageddon movie involve a post-apocalyptic landscape in which I would be fighting my way with my Addi Turbos through the throngs of rotting zombie corpses to meet my Manboy at our designated meeting spot. The water filter strapped to my body, small bottle of aspirin in the first aid kit (if the zombies don't get you the fever will) and some high calorie granola to ration out on our journey.

Our bikes would be primed to get out of the city quick to the safety of the land North of Lake Superior. Why there? Because there are *maybe* 24 people that live between Sault Ste. Marie and Thunder Bay and one of those people is my orthodontist who can't possibly still be alive. It's also very pretty.

This is why I'm obsessed with watching Children of Men. Combine armageddon with reproductive freedom and maybe, dare to dream, feminist theory?! The potential for the best armageddon movie yet is enormous. Be still my nerdy heart...

Has anyone seen this yet?

Monday, January 08, 2007

New Years Resolutions

I love me a new year. How often do you feel like you have a clean slate? January is creatively my most inspiring month. I wish I could stretch it out for 6 more months - except then I wouldn't have my new months resolutions for the next 6 months.

I'm just that crazy about resolutions - I love them. Every month and week comes with something new I'd like to do or do better. It makes me feel like if I get hit by a bus delivering more Noro Kureyon to the world to make more Lizard Ridges, that I would go fulfilled and knowing that I did my all to cram every second of life with more.

Sounds exhausting? It's not, more could mean, knitting, spinnning, yoga, cooking, snuggling, stretching, quality girl time - it's not always volume but quality time and quality living (often meaning less shitty TV).

I love new years. Last year I had 40 resolutions and accomplished more than 80% of them. It was a pretty decent year.

This years list is pretty extensive, I've subdivided it into manageable bite sized bits. It's really exciting that quitting smoking and crack isn't on my list - all habit forming all the time yo! A sample of this years new world:

Work Week resolutions:
- I will eat breakfast, by this I mean, I will eat anything before 11:00am.
- I will get to work of my own steam (walking, biking, blading) more than I do by TTC.
- I will not let people in the office "hurt my feelings"

- I will make my own lunch and afternoon snack.
- I will never skip my lunch break at work.

- I will practise yoga every day - either in a full class or at home. This makes me a happier person. I will try meditation.
- I will not schedule or take part in stitch and bitches every night of the week. It's ok to knit alone and it's ok not to carry a membership card to every snb in the city....though I will find a way to visit with all the knitting ladies I've met who I love and adore.
- I will read.

Creative Kitty Resolutions:
- More knitting, more spinning, more writing
- I'm going to knit all birthday and Christmas gifts this year and I will start knitting for all birthdays one month in advance and Christmas gifts will be started in June (Isn't that just the *cutest* thing ever?) It makes me want to pinch my own cheeks condescendingly.
- I'm going to learn and embrace 2 new ways of casting on.
- I'm going to have some discipline around my wheel spinning - Maybe Sundays will be for spinning...it's got nice alliteration at least.

There are more. So many more, a lot of them involve having a healthy baby to bribe and bait our parents with. Visit Smiths Falls more.

Have more sex in tents, go canoeing more, swim naked more, enjoy more campfires, refine my smores recipes.

You know, the classic resolutions.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

The last finished objects of 2006.

Hoo boy I love the new year! These are the final objects of 2006 and as much as I love starting new projects I love starting the new year AND starting new projects.

Simple trekking socks for the Manboy. They take me exactly 1 month to knit on the ttc vs the 2 weeks it takes me to knit myself a pair. That's how much I love him - a picture of the socks with my hand as a frame of reference.

Thank you Kelly for introducing me to the joy that is Trekking XXL. I love knitting with it especially for men.A pair of Fleece Artist Thrummed Mittens for Lettuce Knit - for what turned out to be the hottest winter on record. But I can't help it.

I love thrumming.Pretty!
My list of New Years resolutions is almost complete. I've classified them into Morning, Noon, Night, Lifestyle, Fibre and Exploration. Last year I completed 50 of the 60 resolutions (give or take a few) and this year I have big plans to up my average!

It's the first year in decades (I can't believe that I can say that) that breaking a habit hasn't made the list.

2007 is the year of the habit formation. Big plans!

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Banana Guards: The new dildos

I took my unbruised and pristine banana out of my new Christmas banana guard in the office kitchen. As a sidenote: Rachel H I love my shiny new banana guard and will not stand for any jokes.

My favourite office lesbian came in and said:

"Oh my god Jen what the hell is that for? I guess that's one way to have a great day."

My response involved some reference to how it was one of my new years resolutions to make the office lesbians think about cock as much as possible.

Let the year begin!