Friday, February 19, 2010

Cold Front Indeed.

I spent high school in a place called Manitouwadge, Ontario. It is a small mining town "Nestled in the Canadian Shield" north of Lake Superior. Please take a minute and click on that link because it is a perfect illustration of what living in an isolated community in the winter time can feel like.

Now, I've been citified to the point that I feel like -15 is frigid to the point of danger but grew up in a place that spent 4 months of the 8 month winter in -30 to -50 degree weather. I maintain that once you're below -30, all other temperatures are meaningless. At those temperatures you dress for it and go out because otherwise you'll catch cabin fever.

Besides, it was a dry cold not like in Terrace Bay. Brrrr. (Also, unlike Terrace Bay, we didn't smell like Pulp and Paper, we smelled like Gold and Lead mining, aka the Northern Rose!)

At Christmas I got my very first Spunky Eclectic fibre batt. Jason 'The Dreamboat' Gemmill got me a fibre subscription for my big gift this year. Now I'm regular AND warm!! (Ed: So sorry I couldn't resist)


I give you Cold Front. Pretty appropriate since I feel like Toronto is freezing instead of snowy this year.
I aimed for my first 2-ply with colour work. This meant paying attention to which ends of the batt I spun up first. Generally just paying attention which isn't my strong suit on the best of days. Once I had the 2 bobbins approximately the same weight I committed to the plying process.
I did pretty well guestimating the total length of singles on each bobbin, I only had a couple of metres left on one bobbin at the end of plying. I used those for a rug hooking project that I'll finish in 2063.

Doesn't look like much now does it...but wait! Not too shabby! I'm still playing around with tension here and every once in awhile I get freaked out when I feel like it both looks and feels good at the same time. I didn't want to lose momentum so I wound it, washed it and caked it to get going.


We're talking about 298 metres of pure pride right here.
The greens, blues and turquoise still appealed to me and the colours look like lakes on those sunny, painfully cold crunchy days. Kind of made me want to make a quinzee. Then I shook my head, ordered in some sushi, poured a glass of wine and remembered that I've been citified!

Michelle had done a list of possible shawls she'd like to knit last year and from that list I found the Adamas Shawl. You see, Michelle is not only an amazing photographer but she's got a great eye for patterns. I needed to get on the lace wagon and needed something that I could adjust to make a small shawlette.

That being said by the time I got to the last 2 rows I was *painfully* tight on yardage. There was about 8 inches left by the time I cast off my new favourite scarf. Now that I'm really looking at this picture though I think I can be a bit more aggressive with my blocking. I think I'm going to reblock it right now.

I love this shawl. I love that I made it from fleece and there wasn't a point in the process that I wanted to put it back in the 'bag of unfinished projects' I started it on January 3rd and finished it the day before the Olympics began. HERE ME ROAR! Speaking of Olympics. The blanket, she grows. The colours, still wrong in pictures.

4 comments:

Amanda Pedro said...

ooo, I get lost in the pretty blues and greens. I was impressed with the 1st picture. By the time I got to the bottom, I thought, "Jen, you rock."

Wanna be on my side in Survivor?

Anonymous said...

Just wanted to say that I have visited Manitouwadge on more than one occasion and had a great time...I worked at White Lake Park so that driving there was a whole lot more exciting than driving through White River...

Knitting looks great too -- I just had to comment on a part of the province that lives deep in my heart.

rams said...

As a word freak, the quinzee article is my early birthday present. But that shawlette? O my. For to die for. Post-violent-blocking photos, please.

Carol said...

What pretty spinning! And I completely agree, after a certain point, what the thermometre says i s irrelevant, just layer on the wool!