Sunday, October 29
we loves the weekends!
Sabby was smiling on Friday night - the start of another weekend! I was smiling all day Friday because when I went to get the mail mid-morning, I got this:
Now Ande had mentioned this package was coming my way, but I was thrilled that it arrived on Friday and I didn't have to wait over the weekend for all its Roguey goodness:
Crappy photo of me (but who knows, maybe I -do- look like that all day at work!), but it captures the gorgeous green-ness of Mr. Rogue perfectly. Yummy yum. I wore him from that point on, only taking it off once home to get out of my uniform, then it went right back on again. I'm wearing it right now!
The big fella was working yesterday, so I set up the tripod to get a better photo of the Rogue. That pic above you have to imagine the Reitman's commercial music going through your head. I was being goofy.
And the fabulously cabled hood:
Somehow I don't think these pics convey the utter delight I have in receiving this sweater as a gift. Ande, you truly rock and are a great friend! Thanks soooo much! (gush, gush!)
[happy sigh]
Some other things I got in the mail: from Elann, the ever-elusive Fall Interweave Knits. I looked everywhere in three provinces for this damn magazine. While I was ordering, I also got the Holiday 2006 issue. And this fabulous book:
It is full of simply breathtaking designs - the colourwork is amazing. I was instantly drawn to this design:
the rainbow jacket, designed by Kari Hestnes. My photo of the book page doesn't show the glorious rich colour details.
However, I am still plugging away on my crochet ripple afghan. I am working on ball #9 of 14+4. It's not difficult, it's just going to take some time to double-crochet those skeins into ripples. I want to concentrate on completing this project, then I'll get back to my socks and embark on something new!
While I was blog-surfing the other day I saw Rachael had finished a lovely new sweater - a gorgeous version of the seamless hybrid. I followed the link on her page to Brooklyn Tweed's version. Hey, I said to myself, I have that Elizabeth Zimmermann book, Knitting Without Tears. So I got it out and was looking at the recipe for the seamless hybrid. (I also googled it and here's some results.)
One of the conversations we had while on our yarn crawl in Vancouver with the ever-fabulous Ande was the big fella commenting that I buy all this yarn and yet I never make him anything. Well, other than the various hats, mitts, gloves, scarves and the 20+ pairs of socks in his drawer. I pointed out that the big fella specifically said to me a long time ago to never make him a sweater because he wouldn't wear it. I further remarked that he has several sweaters in his closet (commercially produced) that he does, in fact, wear and that I would love to make him a sweater. Sometime. As soon as I saw Brooklyn Tweed's version of the hybrid, I knew that was the sweater for the big fella. So I told him about it, showed him the pattern in the book and showed him Brooklyn's version. I told him years ago I had specifically bought some nice denimy blue DK weight yarn with a view to making him a sweater. "I love denimy blue" he said. "I love that sweater" he said. Hmm, so we'll see. Once this afghan is out of my hair, I'll give it a go.
The princess is doing well. We spent the day lazing around the house yesterday. With the colder temps we're having, I thought I should get her used to wearing her winter boots. I put one on:
You can practically see the waves of disdain rolling off her. So then I put another one on. She laid like a dead horse and wouldn't move. So I got the liver treats out and she pranced around the living room getting used to wearing them, and getting treats for her efforts. I put her coat on and we went out for a walk with them on and she was fine. I think we may have a bit of drama if I put the rear boots on now (as she's still nursing her sore paw) but in the end she'll be happy and have warm feet. Speaking of the injury:
It's doing well enough that last night, when she crowded me to the end of the couch and was having a bunny-chasing dream, she was able to kick me in the ribs with that foot hard enough to briefly knock the wind out of me, the little darling!
Back to my laundry, and I should really pick up that afghan and work on it some more!
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