I attended Vogue Knitting Live again this year, since I enjoyed it so much last time. If you missed out...well you missed out. It's totally a fun time, and if you live in NYC, you have no excuse not to be there for at least a few hours.
One of the classes I took focused on color cables. And now I'm addicted.
Hopefully this will turn out to be something cool. I'll let you know.
Meanwhile, Doolin isn't enjoying the rain.
Rain, go away!
Salt Lake City, Utah. December 2011.
Although I can't figure out why handicapped people don't get flowers and leis too. It's discrimination, I tell you.
The pitty-pit-pat of rain, that rap and tap and window slap that usually sends me straight off to sleep is keeping me alert and awake tonight. As I listen to the knock of drops on the panes and watch the never-quiet night of the city streak by in the puddles below my window, let me tell you about my Mom's Beaumont.
This little number was a whirl-wind. My Mom chose her yarn colors when she visited me in Chicago, way back in late July. We used the prescribed yarn and everything! I finally situated myself with it and cast on in early November and finished this on December 6, just before we left for our Hawaii/Utah expedition.
I couldn't tell you about it sooner because I dropped the ball and didn't get it in the mail until returned, and I didn't want to spoil the surprize of the finished product until my mom held it in her hands (and she lurks here these days, Hi Mommy!)
I had to overcome some major trust issues with this hat. The needles seemed all wrong to me, far too big for this fine thread. But I closed my eyes (not really) and knit on in spite of my doubts (really). For once, that tactic worked out for me. Imagine that.
Somewhere between Chicago and New York, I finished up my first colorwork hat and shipped it finally to Kentucky, where it apparently arrived just in time - while we listen to rain bounce from the windowsills (and thunder rumbles over the skyscrapers), Kentucky is wallowing in flurries (and can I tell you how glad I am to be rid of Chicago, just in time for the snow?)
More information about my Mom's Beaumont can be found here on Ravelry. Maybe if we ask Mom nicely she will send us a picture of herself sporting her dandy little hat.
Someone went for a spa session today.
He's thrilled. Can't you tell?
Each evening in Hawaii, without fail, I discovered a perfect Plumeria blossom waiting for me somewhere one the way to dinner. Have you smelled these? Delightful!
I knit! A baby sweater, in fact. See how happy little Doo is to model this for you?
Okay so maybe not so pleased. But what a good sport!
This is the "Baby's First Christmas" pullover, in a hand-dyed, worsted mystery yarn!
For details (not that there are many) see the Ravelry page here. And this is what it looks like, sans pup:
May 2012 hold wonderful, exciting, delicious adventures for us all!
We are back in NYC for a while now. I am waiting for my client assignment (benched for now).
I will try to share more excerpts from our Hawaii vacation as well, as we buckle down for these cold months.
Hawaiian rainbows, again - bubbling up in oil from the sunken hulk of the USS Arizona, which still lies in the shallow waters of Pearl Harbor, in Oahu, her crew forever entombed.
Although the memorial itself is touching, it will be these images of of the perpetually leaking oil - seeping from the wreckage, staining the water and saturating the air with the reek of machinery - that I will always remember.
Rainbows...floating endlessly to remind us of the tragedy of December 7, 1942.
I have completely given up on my hair. Hotels never leave you with enough conditioner. When I travel for work to a single, consistent place, I buy the essentials locally (conditioner, toothpaste) and just store them with the concierge.
But my vacation wasn't long enough for that strategy. Thus, the braids (to prevent dreds).
Copious quantities of sticky sunscreen, chlorine and salt water don't help either, believe me.
