tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20904809242266659542024-03-14T00:56:51.861-05:00The Joys of Knitting......in the life of a new knitter.Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-11663168447449479902010-12-03T10:44:00.003-05:002010-12-03T10:54:51.413-05:00ReductionLast week I have elected to get my turbinate reduce. Basically, it's an out-patient surgery on my nasal passage to reduce the enlarge turbinate so I may breathe properly. I think hubby is getting sick of having to nudge me alive now and again during the night when I stop breathing. Either that or he just want to get my wicked snoring habit under control.<br /><div></div><div> </div><div>I figure that I will be in and out and move on with my life. You know, like laser eye surgery. However, I think I had recovered from a C-section easier. For the past 9 days, I have been stuffing tissues up my nose to try to control the dripping, I feel like there's a balloon inside my brain that keeps inflating and won't stop. The good Doc had prescribed some fun meds for me...... the pain is still there but now I just don't care as much.</div><br /><div></div><div>I've been home for several days now and have been attempting to work from home. Of course, my current house situation does not lends itself well to a working environment. Sitting in bed with my laptop spread out and hunching over to type wasn't really working for me. I also found that I was starting to have a personal relationship with my fridge, so I need to get out. </div><br /><div></div><div>Here I am..... courtesy of Starbucks's complimentary Wifi. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546484301899037442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUZTuhkk2wV4CIOwAxIRxCXH_C7JrOwshpxvb1DCWTtyLEV-2UiVblIvWzJgPcgdUE7lHtmHmEASAwU2juCdQtAU6EOeJauvzztirz7sc6DyTUu6RjnHKl64qInpRjA3-jLeNCp5LAGV0/s320/photo.JPG" /></div><br /><p>and alll I can think of the whole time I'm there is how much I want to go back to bed. </p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-4562899025411494202010-10-29T13:29:00.004-05:002010-10-29T13:42:53.058-05:00HalloweenEver since I've been active in Ravelry, my poor lonely blog had been neglected. It doesn't help that for the last 7 months, I have been undergoing a huge home renovation. Slowly the house is coming along but I urge anyone to stock up on chocolates and vodkas for coping purposes before embarking on such a huge undertaking.<br /><br /><br /><br />This morning, I'd sent my two little muchkins to school in their respective Halloween costume.<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533539793080876818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7XzDfE4lt-VhoId_m98I9GKs57vVZYmUcH7Tin55t1m8iPDfxZVnu9v2fjaAB9JoVkLy0Tc6SiTwPMRKxfwCP4Kb6J_n1WdTn7D4hw5rmlUcuX82L_i7o_rykOPUzq8yRKHVswwt0n_B/s320/photo%5B1%5D.JPG" /></p><br /><p>I know, very crappy lighting, resulting in crappy picture. But you get the drift.<br /></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-91928392214274750542010-03-02T08:44:00.002-05:002010-03-02T09:31:35.889-05:00My first GoldingOk, so I've been spinning for a year now and learned on my wheel. I have about 3-4 spindles but don't quite know how to spin in them. However, lately I've been drooling over a several Golding Spindles. I've heard that they are the Cadillac of all spindle and I have always wanted to use a spindle for a more luxuriosus fibers.<br /><div><br />Well, I finally caved and bought a beautiful Cherry Midnight Sun Golding. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444043918741566018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFmqGcHwBPxMppqsdqwdZB2nuKt7hnFdW2uYE90wSWxVCH_KFfcEgxGar2kSw0iBYM1jSUQ37OuhobSbrzfjDAjsNNsZ88vLkv3P9D1T3eul7RiGh8Yyzc4sTDZpO_G0y9JDl6pqEFW5m/s400/IMG00096.jpg" /></div>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-27697952221057649972010-01-29T10:29:00.001-05:002010-01-29T10:34:57.226-05:00A friend to sow my wild oats withHave you ever had a childhood friend that you did everything with?<br /><br />I once had a friend whom I met in 8th grade. We became fast friends and did everything together through out high school. All the bad things - that is. Countless school days have been skipped together just so we can go to the mall to try on clothes, or stay home to watch TV.<br /><br />She was the friend whom I snuck out of the house with to go to an underground rave club at 15. She was the one to suggest that we hang out at Dunkin Donut at 2am to smoke ciggies and over-dose ourselves on bad coffees. She was the person that I tried shop-lifting with.<br /><br />Also, she was the hot-headed friend who always seems to manage to pissed some bully off at a club which would ended up with either her or both of us getting kicked out of that particular club but a mean looking bouncer.<br /><br />We would sit and talk about all of our current boyfriends and cry over each other’s several pregnancy scares. She was the one who had taught me that high heels and a really short skirt can go a long way to getting what you want.<br /><br />She was the sort of friend who was so cool that every parent cringed when they see their young teenage daughter becoming fast friends with. All in all, she was the friend who taught me what it is to be confidence, how to have fun, how to laugh and how to throw caution to the wind.<br /><br />She was always the cooler one. She was super cute, with a great figure and great taste in clothes. Men would flock to her and totally ignore me if we were together. She was very tough and knows what she wanted in life. However, under that tough shell, there lays a very vulnerable girl. I think my understanding of that vulnerability has what made us good friends.<br /><br />After high school, we both attended some community college classes. I ended up getting a transferred to Assumption University in Thailand and she ended up moving to California to pursue a career in fashion marketing.<br /><br />As this was before the wide usage of the internet and emails, we lost touched. I started my career in Hotel Managements and stayed near my hometown until I married my Canadian husband 7 years ago and moved to Canada.<br /><br />Every so often, I have tried Googling her but never seem to be able to come up with anything. Then yesterday, Google came up with her husband’s web-site and there she was! I found out that she is still living in California with her husband and toddler with another baby on the way.<br /><br />With the power of the internet, we finally connected and I look forward to catching up with her after 15 years!<br /><br />Friendship never dies!!!Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-49576192971641459902009-09-14T11:02:00.004-05:002009-09-14T11:14:47.126-05:00Me bad bloggerRecently I have became notorious for not updating my blog. I know - me so bad.<br /><br /><div><div><div>It's just that a lot of my knitting and spinning activities are now posted and recorded on Ravelry. I find that I will log all my purchases there and neglect my poor, lonely blog. </div><br /><div>In the recent months, I have been matched up with an awesome secret pal and her pirate cats. They spoil me to no ends! I have received 2 packages from here which leaves me gob-smacked and rediculously giddy. Her packages are wonderful and indulgent! </div><div></div><div>This was the first package</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3821169856_85af4a306e_m.jpg" /></div></div></div><br /><p>This was the 2nd one<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3917447348_5f1d47ffc0_m.jpg" />I can't wait to find out who she is!</p><p>Every year I convinced my hubby that the money I am dropping at the Kitchener - Waterloo knitter's fair is an early birthday present for myself. That's the only way I can justified spending that much money on fibre. Every year when my birthday rolls around in October - I conviently forget every time. </p><p>This year I had an awesome time. I took $200 in cash with me and spent it all. I left there with 3 dimes, 4 pennies and a quarter!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2499/3913406179_265035fb53_m.jpg" /></p>I was very happy to see more vendors this year and more spinning items. Me so happy!<br /><p></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-85058688358204991132009-07-08T09:23:00.004-05:002009-07-08T09:41:08.010-05:00SP 14 Questionnaire<p><br />What is/are your favorite yarn/s to knit with? What fibers do you absolutely not like? <span style="color:#330099;">I love wool and natural fiber, especially ones that are very soft and lofty. I do not knit with acrylics. Sometime I will use a blended wool/acrylic if I am knitting for babies or kids.</span></p><p><br />What do you use to store your needles/hooks in? <span style="color:#330099;">I only use circular needles for all my knittings and I keep it in a Della Q pouch that was made especially for it.</span> </p><p><br />How long have you been knitting & how did you learn? Would you consider your skill level to be beginner, intermediate or advanced? <span style="color:#330099;">I have been knitting for 3 years and was self taught. I was pregnant with my 2nd baby when I had the urge to knit him a hat and booties. I would consider myself to be intermediate/Advanced.</span></p><p><br />Do you have an Amazon or other online wish list? <span style="color:#330099;">no </span></p><p><br />What’s your favorite scent? <span style="color:#330099;">Citrus, powder and peppermint</span></p><p><br />Do you have a sweet tooth? Favorite candy? <span style="color:#330099;">Not really but every now and then, I will crave chocolates and I will eat it in pounds. I love Milk Chocolate with Almonds</span></p><p><br />What other crafts or Do-It-Yourself things do you like to do? Do you spin? <span style="color:#330099;">I am a fledgling spinner. I bought my first wheel in April (Schact Ladybug) and I recently started dyeing my own roving. </span></p><p><br />What kind of music do you like? Can your computer/stereo play MP3s? (if your buddy wants to make you a CD) <span style="color:#330099;">I like the typical top 40's</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><p><br />What’s your favorite color(s)? Any colors you just can’t stand?<span style="color:#330099;"> I love muted colours and neutral. I don't particular like anything that is neon.</span> </p><p><br />What is your family situation? Do you have any pets? <span style="color:#330099;">I am happily married for 6 years with 2 kids. (3 years old boy and 5 years old daughter). Aside from 2 fishs, we do not have any other pets.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br />Do you wear scarves, hats, mittens or ponchos?<span style="color:#330099;"> I wear Scarves, hats and mittens. Not poncho</span></p><p><br />What is/are your favorite item/s to knit? <span style="color:#330099;">I love knitting Socks and Sweaters</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"><p><br /></span>What are you knitting right now? <span style="color:#330099;">Socks</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><p><br />Do you like to receive handmade gifts? <span style="color:#330099;">Yes</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><p><br />Do you prefer straight or circular needles? Bamboo, aluminum, plastic?<span style="color:#330099;"> I am a die-hard addi turbo fan</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><p><br />Do you own a yarn winder and/or swift? <span style="color:#330099;">Yes, both</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><p><br />How old is your oldest UFO? <span style="color:#330099;">2 years</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><p><br />What is your favorite holiday? What winter holiday do you observe? <span style="color:#330099;">Any holiday that requires a day off from work is my favorite! But if I have to pick, it would be Christmas.</span> </p><p><br />Is there anything that you collect? <span style="color:#330099;">I don't Collect - I hoard! LOL.. Actually, just fiber at the moment.</span> </p><p><br />Any books, yarns, needles or patterns out there you are dying to get your hands on? What knitting magazine subscriptions do you have? <span style="color:#330099;">I have been wanting the "Teach yourself visually: hand-dye" and "Colors in Spinning" and "Spinner's Companion". I subscribe to Verena Knitting.</span> </p><p><br />Are there any new techniques you’d like to learn? <span style="color:#330099;">Knitting socks from the toe up</span></p><p><br />Are you a sock knitter? What are your foot measurements? <span style="color:#330099;">Yes and I wear a size 8 shoes</span></p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><p><br />When is your birthday? <span style="color:#330099;">October 5</span></p><p><span style="color:#330099;"></span><br />Are you on Ravelry? If so, what’s your ID? <span style="color:#330099;">Yes and I am joyja</span></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-58336989219847387022009-06-16T16:14:00.003-05:002009-06-16T16:16:27.622-05:00Flowers from my gardenI love it when my garden gives me pretty flowers to cut. I feel very Martha Stewart today.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3633006249_fd6436e2d4.jpg?v=0" border="0" /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3365/3633004869_93f1c3ee1a.jpg?v=0" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-90559627957527523912009-03-25T09:40:00.002-05:002009-03-25T09:44:51.387-05:00An Urban MythThe Mother of All Knitting Book!<br /><div></div><br /><div>For all you serious knitters out there, the title speaks for itself. </div><br /><div></div><div>I can't beleive that I am the proud new owner of this book!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317136227099155874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpzQRibtAxslTW6akHo-8hI-ZAT-nh_PQhCQrvTcetd-FgHcevr1-ZrQ_Bi1-VMTKtn5xk0lb8iZq_oeMZLBJw33MYs955Ki1mnEqivs9Flcw6emkPGbXTuQmcmXzDeuzLJqohhmAvY3A/s400/principles+of+knitting.jpg" border="0" /></div>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-30496187238046819582009-03-17T09:41:00.004-05:002009-03-17T10:02:47.256-05:00Broken Hopes and DreamsIt's been a while since I was able to post something on this blog. It is because I have been so busy running around with the kids. My hubby broke his leg/ankle while playing soccer 2 weeks ago. Ever since then he has been limping around and seeking pity attention any chance he can get.<br /><br />I am now the sole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">chauffeur</span> for the household at the moment since Hubby broke his right ankle and can't drive. So now I am a full time cook, bather, playtime monitor, sweeper, clothes changer, diaper changer, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">laudryest</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chauffeur</span>, hotel executive and wife. I didn't realize what a help hubby was until he went off and crippled himself.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168584328375586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdR9V-UjGJfS5qssa6Ho0f8iqU9nx2u-IwbPr5V7-yJ1VvVkCKrflervKnQPOjxmJWfqPrgEkju3SGXQObTlnjCfimfHkB2IJK-xRMejAzzzq5MKPkzhntBjVXJOKoqiACeU3wpqYt4fFD/s320/feet.jpg" border="0" />I felt sorry for his toes since might freeze to death so I knitted him this:</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314168836803185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0jhDlsAHwH-mbkK84VfMcHLS5XaQ-foPYyIW72h9kt9W9blzSwe5IOpO66mwOqcpQQpeOXQLLJMvATbY34GnSHHjLqkNb5cNoV6WHQBSFFpCqXytLUImjGQ2QJu6E2V9mr4cwWCicDNu/s320/feet+1.jpg" border="0" />I called it the Crippled Toe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Coverer</span>.</p><p>Also, since Spring is coming and I guess it's that time again to shed off the winter weight - well, in my case, the last 10 years weight, I got myself a fitness program. On Sunday I joined a walking group. Since I am not one to start anything moderately (like buying a wheel before knowing how to spin), I did a power 10k walk on my first outing. </p><p>I developed muscle sore in places I didn't even know existed. I went from pain, to sever pain, to a dull numbness and eventually losing all coordination and motor skills. I limped the last 2k back and almost <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">collasped</span> into my car. I'm suppose to be doing this every Sunday morning. Wow - I am looking forward to next week already (can you sense the enthusiasm in my voice)</p><p>Here's my fitness plan -</p><p> Sunday Morning - 5-10k walk / Monday Night - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Cardio</span> Latin Dance 1 hour / Tuesday- Yoga (I'm not sure how I would do in this class since I can't even bend down to touch my f*#~!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ing</span> knees) / Wednesday - Ball room Dancing 1.5 hours</p><p>That should do it. I should be able to drop those 50- lbs by November. If not, I just be another fat person with extensively cute Yoga outfits. My hubby is convinced that the reason I joined a yoga class is because I want to shop at <a href="http://www.lululemon.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lululemon</span></a>. I'm afraid he's right.<br /><br /></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-33184215087957128752009-03-04T10:17:00.013-05:002009-03-04T10:54:26.570-05:00SP RevealedI finally found out who has been my secret pal for the last 3 months. <a href="http://ajkmama.wordpress.com/">Agnes</a> had sent me an awesome package.Cute Chocolates, Green Tea <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gummies</span>, a Kitchener stitch Dog Tag, Merino/Bamboo roving and a cute card.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309356765939380882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXlBa5So1nWZ-9YiOa4sC3L9_VAoiR2IrkCv8XXU36ugeZyantmU35cS4wXGrDR3nklJ1BB_B3dJ1qjZ_Gv_OhGl-kDzUtRnzrb3R36XtJUAEnyjDaDcNh1EF8oF7s1aAVbGAGUrFXRe2/s320/sp13.jpg" border="0" />For the last couple of packages, I was totally convinced that she is a bit psychic since she always manage to get me something that I have been drooling for. Now I am totally convinced that she had hacked into my computer, installed a software to track the websites that I have been to and bought the stuff just to freak me out. <div><div><br /></div><p>Just weeks ago, I was on <a href="http://www.robynsnest.ca/">Robyn's Nest website</a> checking out the Kitchener Stitch Dog Tags and thought to myself that it was complete genius. Every time I need to graft my socks, I would haul out my big knitting How-to books since I can never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">remember</span> how to set it up. Now I can have the instructions in my knitting bag all the time. I even added the item to my cart but never check it out. Imagine my squeal when I saw it!</p><p>Now for the Roving. She got me a beautiful merino/bamboo roving in <em><strong>"Lagoon"</strong></em> colorway. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, here's the even more freaky part. For the last 3 weeks, I have been putting together the itinerary for our family vacation in Thailand in November. This is going to be a $10,000 once in a life time trip. We are going to Bangkok, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Chiang</span> Mai , and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Phuket</span>. </p><p>I have just finished confirming and booking our kayak tour of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Andaman</span> Sea and Caves. We will be kayaking into this "<strong><em>lagoon</em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKdJH4a00jaQl1NdLfX5HmpE89AoFFSBqMuuo7dHhn0ju86eJ6LwYoUbM-eigal-K4u0PUht2qDITLuxjQB1a6xobxCtAhTc1KE6w4uIuvuPODQJD-oZqmA688H1DhMt6ATQeGdJsjiue/s1600-h/lagun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309356385472724674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKdJH4a00jaQl1NdLfX5HmpE89AoFFSBqMuuo7dHhn0ju86eJ6LwYoUbM-eigal-K4u0PUht2qDITLuxjQB1a6xobxCtAhTc1KE6w4uIuvuPODQJD-oZqmA688H1DhMt6ATQeGdJsjiue/s320/lagun.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTo01cb1Pudg-ZjPy8heLI6QiiG2h-iI3vQMyR33YJsVlNS5xrklp186UUTIprRSi0NAVNVUL17CrVYjN5Dr8tG_VhduM0AWpdYmToir80L0Jw1ZIl7kFS8wTbxymS72SYKn37j7IQ2T_/s1600-h/rove.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309356483268313890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTo01cb1Pudg-ZjPy8heLI6QiiG2h-iI3vQMyR33YJsVlNS5xrklp186UUTIprRSi0NAVNVUL17CrVYjN5Dr8tG_VhduM0AWpdYmToir80L0Jw1ZIl7kFS8wTbxymS72SYKn37j7IQ2T_/s320/rove.jpg" border="0" /></a>". </p><p>Trust me, the water is really that colour. It is milky green from the limestone.</p></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Absolutely amazing! That can't be just a coincidence.</div><div></div><div>I think I will spin this up and save it for the knitting on the 24 hour plane ride I will be taking to get there.</div><div></div><div></div><div>Thank you Agnes! For your kindness and your thoughtfulness!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeZt2tTF4m969OunfEEDctDOexfu-_-XC2-GTeCFKsNfnZA2KrJwoJEZuxRTzkc0iZAN4l6NoAOOlDKYb9loVFr9IYfVKLz4XTNFU2S_NbLsbsCUUVyNtTPIA3tThK_y6S4owPukMb3UeK/s1600-h/lagun.jpg"></a></div></div>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-73855821146892732892009-02-19T12:03:00.005-05:002009-02-19T12:23:37.990-05:00A Picture At Last!Last month I finally finished Hubby's Fair Isle sweater, after much searching for the additional yarn with the exact dye lot to finish a measly 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inches</span> of the last sleeve. Max loves it. He tends to like classic and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">traditional</span> design sweater. I think he must have worn it at least three times since I gave it to him.<br /><div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>However, getting him to model so I can take a picture of him is a whole other story. He would come up with excuses like that his hair is messy, he haven't shaved yet or he's not wearing any pants. I'm convinced that he just loathe the idea of being featured in my blog and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ravelry</span> album. </div><br /><div>So when he emerged from our bedroom this morning wearing it, I grabbed my camera. I finally caught up with him outside when he was taking the trash out. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3292058243_faf6e40d6a.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></div></div><p>I may have to start withdrawing his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hand knitted</span> items if he continues to refuse being photograph with it. </p><p>Lately I haven't had the urge to knit any socks. I have 5 socks on the go right now and they are all in different stages of completion. I shouldn't even cast on another sock right now. I should just pick any of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WIPs</span> and start knitting. I shouldn't even be allow near another socks yarn until I finish at least one sock, let alone a pair. </p><p>Oh well, this was casted on nonetheless.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3330/3292056573_81fee66aa5.jpg?v=0" border="0" />I think this should be an exception since this is knitted from my own first Fingering Weight that was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hand spun</span> from Dottie (my ladybug wheel). Sooner or later, my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hand spun</span> will need to be knitted because if it doesn't, then it would beat the purpose, right?</p><p>I also got some dyeing done this week. These are 50 gram/2 oz of merino. I think I need to buy different color dyes since all of my dye works are starting to look alike. </p></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3292057037_4ceb2f61ba.jpg?v=0" border="0" /><br /><p></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-65191453531135859912009-02-18T09:05:00.005-05:002009-02-18T11:12:44.740-05:00Count Your BlessingsEvery now and then, you come across a tragic story in the news that you can't help but shed quiet tears and say a small prayer.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Three days ago, a 31 year old father along with his two children, (Girl 5 and Boy 2) were killed instantly in a <a href="http://www.thestar.com/article/588288">car accident.</a> His wife was not with them as she had to work. Three precious lives had ended so early and tragically. My heart breaks for the woman that lost her whole family in an instant. </div><br /><div></div><div>It makes me stop and think about my own family. Everyday we rush around going to work, school, and errands. I'm constantly frazzled and annoyed. I don't take the time to savour the moment anymore. It's a shame that it took a tragic story to realize that these wonderful moments can be taken away from me at anytime. </div><br /><div></div><div>Please take the time to say "I love you" everyday, linger a little longer on those hugs, and shower everyone in your family with kisses every chance you get. You never know when it would be your last.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304141204708709938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbunw22iOuNnVf5Rv_LJ5N7zGDZRVs7IsA-VXA7SYX2VXCp70-JyKYKaXm4YkIFd8yGknmqR0lps937iNPfuVep39O29h_-ripYbzKqMBvjd2-nRHNHIIG_huC7KoFJzx4RtTEJf7IDlNi/s320/family+2.jpg" border="0" /></div>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-28492337253369465202009-02-14T18:00:00.003-05:002009-02-14T18:03:07.897-05:00February 14th<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong><em>Happy Valentine's Day!</em></strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792113556416882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBg_AjGSkfvSRtWTifFpmH-qY99QgUWN1CgL6yYw1SwSUxZMyAge5BPjeF3_dY-G1BoR8i2UMmKWroUd_sCg2NdAsLpz4dFoOJ6Y22o9gItWp9HXFoXolIXNjFDgwlum0vllcrbHTqnFxW/s400/IMG_5369.JPG" border="0" />Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-84556199073001120312009-02-11T09:16:00.002-05:002009-02-11T09:18:53.986-05:00She's Here!After weeks of anticipations, she's finally here.<br /><div></div><br /><div>I am please to introduce to you the newest member of our family ................ Dottie!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301543903487501762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizvfeR0ElQF2G_QT54apfv6yPXndU8yrm1ZOnmvkw1x4JlOhGNEGADeGrDWYQ_SztaTyWGBIRqjnIRoQRM1lZyV4lkjHREGIbTrrASv0UBepu52lxnCnkStmLigxT-P67ZLIFLaVJf6Ui/s320/lady2.jpg" border="0" /></div>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-84262395187100018602009-02-06T17:38:00.002-05:002009-02-06T17:50:25.936-05:00Squirrel Cage SwiftEver since I have been knitting and spinning, I have a whole different level of appreciation for a handcrafted items. Of course, I still support Costco and still buy my items from mass productions of Pottery Barns but every now and then, I like unique things. <div><br /><div>While browsing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span>, I have come across a truly unique item. An elderly who has been knitting all her life was starting to sell off some of her knitting notions because she might be moving out of her home and into a more smaller place since all of her kids have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">flown</span> the coup. </div><br /><div>One of the many things that she had for sale was a Squirrel Cage Swift. Most knitters are more familiar with the umbrella swift which is more portable and main stream. However, this is a stationary swift and it is vertical. </div><br /><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3258367247_770f187cf8.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></div><br /><div>It is fashioned with 2 squirrel-like cage right on top of each other (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hence</span> the name) that moves up and down depending on the size of your hank. Both cage turns simultaneously when the yarn is being winded into a ball, either by hand or ball-winder.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/3258367905_a9bf03283c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>This particular model was hand-crafted by a local <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">woodturner</span> right here in Niagara Falls back in 1983. He had fashioned it after seeing an antique model in England. </p><p>When asked how much she is selling it for, she told me that she only wanted to get what she had paid for back in 1983..............$75. </p><p>Well - I felt like I just hit a little old lady over the head and ran off with her purse. </p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-91810600427757324462009-02-05T13:41:00.001-05:002009-02-05T13:44:21.824-05:00Same jobDuring Knit Night last night, I found myself sitting next to another knitter who’s other life is a Director of Communication at a large corporation. We started to reminisced about how similar both of our jobs is to one another.<br /><br />As a sales professional in the hospitality field, I am often described as a professional Bull-S*#!%ter. We are taught early on in our career to always put a positive spin in our hotel's short-comings. Over the years, I had practically eliminated certain words from my vocabulary only to replace it with a more “positive” one.<br /><br />Below are some examples:<br /><br /><em>Small = Cozy<br />Small = Intimate<br />Sparse = Contemporary<br />Loud = Lends great acoustic qualities<br />Hot = Comfortably Warm<br />Impersonal = Lofty and Airy<br />Silly = Whimsical<br />Boring = Classic and Traditional</em><br /><br />After having so many years of putting a spin on my words, I found myself lending that ability to describe my own knitting.<br /><br /><em>Scratchy = Rustic<br />A bad handspun = Designer yarn<br />A sweater riddled with mistakes = an original design<br />Obsessive = Focused<br />Logging on Ravelry 164th time that day = Keeping current with changing trends<br />A drunken knit night = staff meetings<br />Cheap wool = Eco-wool<br />10 balls of cheap, scratchy, rainbow-color tweed wool = It was on sale</em><br /><br />Who knew that a Director of Sales and a Knitter would have the same job description?Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-29741279703242477812009-02-01T14:16:00.002-05:002009-02-01T14:27:10.220-05:00Still SickYes, it's 4 days later and I am still sick. Not only am I sick, but the whole family is sick. I didn't realize how annoying other people's whining can be aside from youself. This house is so contaminated that all delivery boys (midnight Chinese food and Pizza) are urged to where a HazMat suit before knocking this door. <div><br /><div>In the mist of my pharmaceutical high, I learned to Navajo ply.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3339/3245156172_bcc09cdea8.jpg?v=0" border="0" />This was my first attempt. A worst weight Corriedale / 100 yards.</div></div><p>The next one turned out a bit better. This is a DK weight Corriedale at 176 yards.</p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3245158038_e8bc012160.jpg?v=0" border="0" />All this plying and spinning is making my head hurts and my stomach growling. I wonder if the local mexican restaurant deliver?<br /><p></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-86990616119895141022009-01-29T09:35:00.003-05:002009-01-29T10:38:17.203-05:00Home with the Sickies<div>I'm home sick today. At last count, I am running a fever of 101, chills, pounding headache and mild hallucinations.<br /><br />Everything hurts. My flesh hurts, my retina hurts, my teeths, even my nails hurt. Yet, I can't let this precious free time slip by without being productive.<br /><br /><br /><br />It took 3 extra strength Tylenol, a shot of cough medicine and anti-histamine to mustered up my strength but I got this on the bobbin my 9am.<br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3235939661_9500f6a2c9.jpg?v=0" border="0" />Corriedale Top that I dyed myself last weekend. </p><br /><p>Funny how I always find that reserve energy for something I truly believe in. </p><br /><p>Now if you would excuse me, I have to go find that left lung I coughed up not too long ago and take myself back to bed.<br /></p><br /><p>***Edit to add - As I was lying in bed contemplating whether I should have Benalyn, Advil Sinus & Flu or Nyquil for lunch, I heard a knock. Look what the FEDEX man bought me<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3236889846_e60c330051.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></p></div><br />Over 10 lbs of fine Merino and BFL roving. I got 5 lbs of each. I was able to find a wholesaler who agreed to sell it to me as long as I buy at least 10 lbs each time. I think I will go take off my pajama so I can roll around naked in them.Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-22719317832905192762009-01-28T16:18:00.002-05:002009-01-28T16:24:29.678-05:00A SP surprise<div>In the most coldest and snowiest (is that even a word?), our postman preservered and delivered this<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3128/3234269115_02c54641bc.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></div><br /><p>The smoochiest socks yarn and the book that I have been drooling over awhile. Wow! My secret pal did it again - she went into my head (must be a scary moment) and intuitively know that I have been lusting after this book ever since it was published a few weeks ago. </p><p>Oh super thanks!!!!</p><p> </p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-36860912978027361502009-01-27T10:10:00.002-05:002009-01-27T10:18:55.216-05:00it goes on and onI'm not really obsessed, you know:<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/3231712012_004649b925.jpg?v=0" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br />I can stop anytime I want to...............<br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3083/3231712124_514f767296.jpg?v=0" border="0" />It's not like I spend all my time dyeing.......<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3230861445_ca181b8cf8.jpg?v=0" border="0" />It's perfectly healthy to be this focus on your hobbies .................<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3340/3231712380_10902dff92.jpg?v=0" border="0" />I am demonstrating absolute normal behavior............<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3314/3230861693_5646a799cb.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></p><p>Oh, god, I need more! More, I tell you!</p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-76329923236345790932009-01-25T10:14:00.003-05:002009-01-25T10:46:49.889-05:00Lady DyeWell, after enough convincing my hubby, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ie</span>: begging, withholding the wifely duty and threatening, I finally put in an order with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LYS</span> for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Schacht</span> Ladybug Wheel. I don't know when it would be arriving, possibly 2-3 weeks? In the meantime, I looked into dyeing my own roving to help take the edge off.<br /><br />After consulting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ravelry</span>, various blogs and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Youtube</span>, I was ready to start dyeing. A lot of dyer uses Jacquard Acid Dye and I have no idea where to buy it in Canada so I settled for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Dylon</span> Cold Dyes that you can pick up at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Fabricland</span> for 3 bucks.<br /><br />After reading the instructions from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dylon</span> on how to dye wool - I said to myself, "Screw it, I'll just wing it". Can you tell I'm not much of an instruction follower? I went out to the dollar store and armed myself with squeeze bottles, gloves and a bunch of newspaper.<br /><br />This is my "studio" - my kitchen floor<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3456/3225689784_6a429f2ae7.jpg?v=0" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p>I tapped some dye into my squeeze bottles. No science, just tap....tap.....tap. Filled it with an inch of hot water, stir and filled the rest of it with vinegar. And I just start squeezing it on the wools. </p><p>No Rhymes, no Reason. It was quite fun. </p><p>Afterward, I wrapped it up into a little roll and stuck it in the steamer<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/3225680786_7555cb56e8.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Put the lid on and steamed for 30-40 min. Or about that since I was watching a re-run of Friends and totally was not watching the time. </p><p>After a while, the whole house smells like steamed vinegar and sheep. YUCK! I will be sure to remember to open the window next time. </p><p>Afterward, I dropped the rolls <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sans</span> plastic into a sink full of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hot water</span> with a bit of liquid dishwater detergent and let it sit for 15 min. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3224824009_18c31c2c89.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></p><br /><p>After it cools down, released the water and transfer it to a lukewarm rinse water for another 15 min. Having a double sink really helps too</p><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3224826083_dbccf7655b.jpg?v=0" border="0" />After about 15 min, I squeezed all the water out, ran the roving in the spin cycle of my machine (not for the faint of heart) and hung it on the curtain rod of the bathroom to dry over night. </p><p>It turned out pretty decent the next morning. My first three roving:</p><p>4 oz. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Corriedale</span> Top<br /></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3499/3225684880_bb742532a6.jpg?v=0" border="0" /><br />2 oz. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Corriedale</span> Top<br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/3225686674_af77a4861c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /> 2 oz. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Corriedale</span> Top<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3461/3224830057_c69a559527.jpg?v=0" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hhhmmmmm</span>.... I can really get into this!<br /></p><p><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3224826083_dbccf7655b.jpg?v=0"></a></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-9883587703175189242009-01-21T22:09:00.001-05:002009-01-21T22:12:53.116-05:00A letter not sent<p>Dear IT Guy,<br /></p><p>Please rest assured that Ravelry.com is not another fetish porn site. It is an invaluable resource for the fibre enthusiasts. I realized that the abuse of internet privileges is highly frowned upon in our company but I am positive that this website does not contain any viral symptoms that may effect the software of our establishment. The system may sometime possibly become slow or stagnant due to the overwhelming exposure to pictures of gorgeous, hand-painted wools. </p><p>However, I can assure you that this will prove to be beneficial to our technologies. I firmly believe that our Servers and Hardwares will be compatible with each other if they are exposed daily to natural elements.</p><p><br />I also would like to point out that daily log in time to Ravelry will result in a more productive and happy workers. Please see our Director of Human Resource (who is also a knitter) for confirmation. This will be the equivalent to the IT department logging into pcworld.com. </p><p>I would personally appreciate it if you could re-consider blocking Ravelry from our firewall since over-stressed employees with pointy sticks does not bode well for harmonious working conditions.<br /></p><p>Sincerely,<br />Joy<br /></p><p>PS – I would appreciate it if you can re-call that nasty memo sent to my boss about me.<br /></p><p>PSS – Also, please tell the IT department to stop giving me weird glances in the lunchroom.</p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-16247350477804796102009-01-12T08:55:00.002-05:002009-01-12T09:20:41.047-05:00Scratching an ItchAfter becoming emotionally involved with a spinning wheel, I called around on Friday to see if any <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LYS</span> or guild would rent out a wheel so I can play with it over the weekend. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LYS</span> has a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Louet</span> Victoria demo wheels which can be rented out weekly. I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ecstatic</span> because the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Louet</span> has a similar design to the Ladybug. <div><div><div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3190583370_75b7d336cc.jpg?v=0" border="0" />I'd also bought this to start me off:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/3189741159_72a621cda8.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></div><div>A bit ambitious, don't you think? So, on Friday night, I assembled the wheel and set off to spin armed with nothing else <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">other than</span> my wits and sheer determination. </div><div><br /></div><div>Four hours later, I had pieces of felted wool flying all over the house, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">developed</span> a tick in my left eye, and my mother would wash my mouth with bleach if she heard the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">filth</span> that was coming out of my mouth. At 2 am, I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">admitted</span> defeat and dragged myself to bed in frustration. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I woke up, I took a quick inventory of my body. Both my legs were number from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">treadling</span> (who needs an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">exercise</span> bike when you can spin?), both of my fingers were chapped and it resembled a 3rd degree carpet burn. I was thinking to myself that this investment on a rental had just saved me $600 because I HATE it!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>After coffee, breakfast and a clear head, I figure I will give it another chance. So I drove over to the library. While the kids played in the play area, I checked out these:</div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3189743651_a1cb1a64f8.jpg?v=0" border="0" />After reading a few chapters, I had a "Oh, I get it" moment. So I tried again. Starting with drafting the fibre.<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/3189744555_1c8e1daf5c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /> These are from Fleece Artist Merino Roving. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ok</span>, all you spinners out there...Don't Laugh... because at first I was trying to spin directly from the roving without drafting of any kind. </div><div> </div><div>After a while, I was starting to get the hang of it. My feet was able to keep a steady <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">rhythm</span> and my hands were able to manipulate the fibre. Soon I got this on the bobbin:<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/3190584178_9a6c0d351a.jpg?v=0" border="0" />After washing and setting, I ended up with this:<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/3190586002_ba5b575783.jpg?v=0" border="0" /> I absolutely LOVE this! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Schacht</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">LadyBug</span>... here I come!!!!! Now if only I can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">persuade</span> Hubby since he is completely convinced that I will hate it!<br /><br /><br /><p></p></div></div></div>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-57590464387054491152009-01-08T14:21:00.003-05:002009-01-08T14:46:01.065-05:00Cute as a bug<div>I have a new love in my life. </div><br /><div></div><div>No, I am not having a hot, illicit affair, nor is it the new Addi Click (but I'm sure I will soon be jumping on that bandwagon anyway) nor is it a rare and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">exquisite</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wollmeise</span> in the perfect colour. No, my new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fascination</span> is more weirder than that. It's the Ladybug Spinning Wheel by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Schacht</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289006687947610114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYm-3vIKeemKr1QASEYgNQTaSYphFnHeNovPX19DiQadplRdrcVUWc-eKXcJBUWLU6uJ6wm9L9cppkuTWhAqffb_HZLvCSnPwzibcnXKM5W_RzQOmObe4_qqFtpR7JtEf3WHupYWjowmw/s320/Ladybug-frontview%2520by%2520Jane.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>Why is it weird? I mean, anyone who loves yarn and fibre this much will eventually want to spin and own her own spinning wheel. It's a natural progression, right? </p><p>It's weird because I really don't want to spin. I am perfectly happy with my yarns that comes in a beautiful wound skeins with glossy labels that I can get at the store. Why bother to stoop and bend over a wheel so I can produce 3o gram of crappy, lumpy yarns? I have always been a secure knitter. I know that my love affair with fibre will always be yarns that is arranged neatly by color-coded shelf in a shop. </p><p>I first laid eyes on this wheel in September when I attended a fibre fair. This wheel had just came out and there were spinners test-driving it and oohing and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aahing</span> over it. I remember thinking to myself that this is like "the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">IKEA</span>" of the spinning wheel. It's streamline and it's bright colour attracted me. I started to imagine myself sitting there and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">miraculously</span> knowing how to use it. </p><p>Of course, I have nothing against the old-style, fairy tale spinning wheel. I mean, Sleeping Beauty can prick her little fingers on it all she wants but it never going to appeal to me. Those kind of wheels reminds me of an old-fashion, Dutch Pennsylvanian woman in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">the</span> 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span> century that would use it. For the Ladybug, I picture a sassy, modern woman. </p><p>Now, let's get one thing straight. I don't know how to spin. Only came within 10 feet of a real wheel once, can't drop a spindle if my life depends on it (nor do I want to). However, I find myself obsessing and longing for this wheel purely for it's aesthetic qualities. </p><p>I wonder if $600 is too much money to spend on a piece of furniture that does nothing more than go round and round?</p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090480924226665954.post-50415947074345453552008-12-22T21:29:00.003-05:002008-12-22T21:47:56.358-05:00I love being spoiled!Look what the nice postman bought me today:<br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/3129022525_e6ebb047a6.jpg?v=0" border="0" />I was totally blown away when I opened it. I LOVE Three Irish Girls yarn. I have been drooling over their yarns and colourway for so long but can't seem to bring myself to indulge. My secret pal sure knows how to read my mind! I can't wait to cast on something for Aliana. I am picturing a bolero with a solid trimming. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3129850690_87232cd709.jpg?v=0" border="0" />The angel is so adorable and she's perfected for my tree.</p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3129020215_326f6ea4f8.jpg?v=0" border="0" /> Thank you Secret Pal - I can't wait to find out who you are.<br /><br /><br />I am making quite a headway on Max's Fair Isle Sweater. This is my first colour strand knitting so I am quite nervous. So far so good.<br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/3129848696_2cf181d560.jpg?v=0" border="0" />Now the bad news is - I only have two skeins left and still have two arms to do. This yarn is Shepherd Colour 4 Me which I got from Coat and Clark Sale. It was $7 for a bag for this wool. A complete bargain. The downside? It's damn hard to get!!!! No one seems to carry them. </p><p>At this point I am not even worry about the dyelot, I just need to locate 1 more skeins.<br /></p><p>I was ableto find an online store that has it. It's only about $3 but it's in Australia. The shipping is going to $15! I think I like being in Denial mode more than Panic Mode.<br /><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p>Joy L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04974235864225128774noreply@blogger.com0