SockTart

Ummm….right now?  Stitch markers and row counters.  Really.  I like to magic-loop my socks, and when they say “count to three stitches before the end of needle 1″ and instead of having 4 needles, you’re working from two…well…having stitch markers really helps delineate what are *supposed to be* different needles.  The row counters?  Dude…I’m slightly dyscalculic.  ANYTHING that helps me count is a bonus.

2.  If you’re heading on vacation, do you take knitting with you?  If so, how much and what type of project?

I’m not going away on vacation.  It’s a pity, but it’s true.  If I *was* to go on vacation?  I’d probably take socks.  Small.  Portable.  Easy to hide in a bag.  And while every sock colourway is a beautiful and unique snowflake, you can always buy more sock yarn inexpensively (and usually locally) if, for some reason, you lose your knitting or Customs confiscates it.  What hurts is losing a set of Addi Turbos (so there’s the lesson: use cheap bamboo circs instead…)

3. Where have you travelled to that you’d consider your favorite spot?

I have a few of them, actually (in no particular order):

- A dock at night on the shore of Great Slave Lake, at the end of summer, watching the Northern Lights.

- Reading a book on a patio on Granville Island (Vancouver), BC, sometime around noon.

- Wandering around the different ethnic neighbourhoods of Toronto - meandering through Chinatown to the Kensington Market, then through the Italian/Hispanic/Portuguese areas….oooh, baby.

- Sitting on the shores of Lake Louise in the middle of summer, trying to resist feeding the “Stripey-squirrel-like-beasties of Banff/Lake Louise (aka the common chipmunk).

- Relaxing on a beach towel in Robert Simpson Park, Arnprior, Ontario, listening to the bustle going on during the annual Salute to the Ottawa Valley.

4. What is your favorite knitting book at the moment?  Do you own it?

- Knitting Rules by Stephanie Pearl-MacPhee.  I own it.  It’s very darned handy.

I’m grooving on the Lime & Violet goodness, yo.

No…wait….sorry.  I just can’t do that.  Even with all the different monochromatic gradations possible with just one colour (yes, I was an art college dropout…I still managed to complete my Foundation studies year), I don’t think I could do that.  You could probably restrict me to the pink/purple/blue spectrum quite nicely, but even then I would chafe.  I’d have to go and do something like get yarn with yellow or lime green in it, and then your tidy colour scheme would go right out the window.  Particularly odd since those aren’t colours I’d normally choose, yet have been more and more attracted to  over the past 3 months or so.  I figure it’s hormones doing it.  Whenever females do something weird, it’s generally a case of hormones.

Swear.  Loudly.  And copiously.  Probably in two or three different languages.  And with several descriptive passages detailing just how a dropped stitch could possibly be related to the bastard son of a peg-legged sailor.

And then I’d rip it back.  Because that would just annoy the fuck out of me….y’know?

The dentist’s chair?  While waiting for the freezing to kick in?
Apparently I have a little knitting fan club at my former dentist’s office.  Particularly after my brother designed a skull & crossbones airbrushed logo for the back of the hoodie he gave me for Yule.  Sometime I have to get around to photographing it.