Two Hundred and Nineteen Stitches of Happiness

I couldn’t even tell you when the last time was that I cast on this many stitches. Ever since I saw this design —Fair Isle Capelet and Gauntlets.—-from Inspired to Knit. I think I may have blogged about it in September, but have only now gathered the woollie forces necessary to pull it all together.

Rather than the Tahki Charles Donegal Tweed at $16.00 a ball (10 balls required), I opted for Elann’s wool/alpaca blend Peruvia Sierra Aran at $3.07 a ball (20 balls required) for the pattern. Definitely affordable and I scored a beautiful range of colours.
We are heading off to Ucuelet for a few days of storm watching. I am hoping to finish this on the drive and during the storms in front of the fire. Wish me luck. I’m not much for following patterns but I think some nice colour work will clean out the cobwebs.

Why I’ve avoided double points.

I always thought it was my fear of “the gaps” but today I realized the true reason. I have lost one of my needles. My super fabulous short Crystal Palace needles…one is already gone…Now I have to wait to replace my needles until tomorrow. Par rum, pum, pum —-no thrum…..This is really the only evening I have to work on the mittens. Two back to back episodes of Dr. Who and a nice warm fire.

My last show was at the Winter Farmer’s Market today. What can I say? The energy was amazing. There was a lot of selfish purchasing today. This is my favourite kind…Hey, you’ve made your list, checked it twice, stood too long in line ups to buy things for others…It’s your turn. And if it happens to be gorgeous hand spun or a super cute felt hat —I assure you, you absolutely deserve it.

I still have 6 orders left and only 5 days to deliver them. This is not a problem. All I need to do is focus and they will be on time. It feels good to not have any orders hanging over the holidays. It means that this year I did not bite off more than I could chew. Possibly because there have been a lot of tasty bakey treats around.

A photo from the spinning group on Thursday. Our holiday party was a fibre fiesta, but with wine.

Knitting Poetry

Slips of silk through my hands,
Eyes half closed and in a trace
I memorize the textures
and my hands seem to dance.

There is no tension
in this yarn I created
or in the air around me
hypnotically elated.

I live in fiberous splendor
All senses in heightened pleasure
a kaleidescope of wonder
Task and joy in perfect measure