Back on track
It took braving yesterday's day-after-boxing-day-25%-off-everything sale at Romni to do it. (Yes, I know I should have gone the extra distance to my favourite yarn store and yours, but I had about five skeins-worth of credit note at Romni.)
I present to you the class of 2006:
From left to right: Lamb's Pride, both worsted and bulky, in various colours; Crystal Palace Kid Merino (the poor grrl's version of Rowan Kid Silk Haze at $6.80/ball instead of $23 - but who're we kidding? it's nowhere near as nice); Manos del Uruguay, in both solids and varigates; a Noro Kureyon; Louet brown alpaca roving (ha! it's not for spinning silly, don't you think I've got enough on my plate?, it's for thrums); and finally, some 12" Addis (the day Denise makes 12 inches possible will be a joyful one indeed, but until then, I've got to compromise).
Smooshing them all them all together in one little shot makes it look like not a lot of wool, but you see there's a lot of wool there, right?
Not completely exhausted from post-Christmas sale chaos, I continued east along Queen Street West in search of some winter boots. Last winter I learned that it's not worth waiting for the sales when it comes to winter coat shopping, and this year I'm learning the same holds true for boots - there's nothing out there for my common-lengthed-though-a-little-wider-than-I'd-like foot this late in the season. (Last year I bought these really hot boots that were a little too narrow I guess because they permanently fucked up my feet, not to mention I couldn't keep the salt stains off 'em for anything - and yes, I've tried vinegar and water.)
So I finally returned to the trusty Blundstone store to get a pair of brown boots (this'd be the time to mention that my three-year-old black Blundstones hardly look a day over a year and a half, and although they are not always the hottest grrl footwear option they are arguably the best quality, sensible footwear you'll find for about $150 - not to mention all the midwives are wearing them). And that's where I ran into Amy Singer, who was very friendly, and though she didn't even ask when the next issue of Take Back the Knit was coming out, I blurted out almost immediately that I was having guilt about the long delay in publication.
Inspired by all the new fibre that won't even fit in my fibre chest, and trying to distract myslef from the guilt of a substantially lighter wallet, I started in on a new herringbone scarf for myself.
Gawd I love this stitch.
So far this season I've been sporting the one I made last March, but the colours weren't really working with my coat (not that anything doesn't go with beige, but as a fellow knitter you understand that my rationalization for knitting a new garment doesn't need to be logical).
This morning Anna, my elementary school friend and Ripe #4 cover grrl, is coming for buckwheat and millet waffles so I better shake a leg!