Not a knitting blog

This is not a knitting blog (go and look at the two on the sidebar if you want that kind of entertainment) but I have been knitting a lot of socks recently. And I spent the Knitting Olympics figuring out what I could do about the swearer (I mean sweater) I started for Himself on the wrong size needles in the round with a pattern for flat pieces and a knitted in button band not the knitted ON one I thought I would try. It's figured out but I'm still not knitting on it. Spring is coming and Spring is not for heavy cardigans.

Spring is for socks. Silly socks. Socks made of yarn that makes amazing patterns all by itselfs if one simply keeps knitting aroundandaroundandaround. So far: 4 pairs and I'm not bored yet. When boredom strikes, I guess there will be socks with plain yarn and patterns in the knitting.

If I ever figure out how to put links in this I will put in one for the easiest sock pattern in the world (except there is a bit of swatching and some math but only at the beginning of new yarn. If one is smart and uses the same yarn all the time, one only need make one swatch - no duh, eh?)

And, despite the earlier disclaimer, I have also figured out what happened to The Junior Boy's Aran sweater which I knit two years ago and which somehow ended up large enough for him and a few friends. Yes, I used the same size needles as his sister's, and yes, I used the same number of stitches as the pattern called for (I was making up my own but basing it on her sweater chart) but NO I didn't use the same weight of yarn. Nor did I swatch. Sonofagun if using heavier yarn doesn't make for a bigger sweater!! Most knitters of any persuasion would have figured it out before making the wholedamn thing but I was knitting in secret and have an appallingly bad sense of size (being of the miniscule variety who thinks she is really about 5'9" would be a clue...)so I kept knitting thinking at least he would have room to grow. He could grow into the next province (Alberta and unlikely given the politics) and that sweater would still be too big. Soooooooo... now I KNOW what I did, the question is To fix? (as in total frogpond and re-knit - pause for running out and lying down in the traffic such as it is on our quiet street - could lie there for a week without coming to serious harm so maybe not...) or Take back and put in the Christmas box for WonderNephews thereby getting WonderAunt points and make The Junior his very own in front of him this time so I can bloddywell measure??? Hmm.... I know which way I'm sort of leaning. Thoughts????

For Shannon...

because you said you missed it when I stopped.

I didn't intend to stop - it just sort of happened. The trip was over, the ordinariness of being home pushed forward and there seemed to be nothing of note to say. I mean, what in KelownaBC can compare with pain chocolat gondola rides and overnight trainridesfromHades?? So, I came home, got back into my little life rut and thought I had nothing to say.

Which isn't exactly the truth.

I seem to have lots to say but it might not be for blogsumption. Some of it involves other people (better keep those ones in the paper journal) and some of it involves bad language. But, because you said, here is what I am thinking/doing today.

It's the first day of Spring which means the first day of Autumn in the southern hemisphere. We are used to gearing up for Easter during the lengthening days and it took my trip to New Zealand to give another point of view. How if we had to celebrate Easter going down into the dark? And Christmas as the light? Would it have changed the interpretation of scripture? Would incarnation have a stronger position than resurrection?

It's the first day of Spring and it is still damcold and I am grumpy. I spent a week on The Island and the croci and daffs and snowdrops and hellebores were all blooming and I got to go about with the bone meal and the rhododendron food and feel all gardenerish. I even took my NZ wellies and wore them against the rain showers. I weeded. Weeding here will be done with a flame-thrower to thaw the ground. And then boobytraps to get the dislocated deer (thank you local scumbag developers who completely strip away the bush and blow up perfectly interesting rock faces and generally mess with the local wildlife population) off the intended vegetable garden. (I am SUCH a dreamer: first it will be digging out the firtree roots and then it will be remaking the boxes and then it will be planting and maybe some growing and THEN every deer in WKE will be over for JoanAndTim's Salad Bar!) So far, the tulips are taking a real chewing and I'm afraid to look closely at the lilac bushes. Sigh. As long as they stay off the deck. Moses-the-cat is freaked out enough as it is!

It's the first day of Spring and T is home and making dinner. He finished school and has to do another 6 months slave labour to get his ticket. He has been filling in time working for local theatre companies and sleeping. Her Nibs is back in the Falklands after 2 "interesting" charter trips. She is planning to go to France in May. I am trying not to be greenish with envy.

It's the first day of Spring so I have started writing in this blog again. It's not Wednesday, it's not One O'clock but here I am. Let's see where this goes.