Hats! On heads!

Last Saturday I apologized for not having a picture of hats in action.  My sister-in-law has remedied that situation.

Milo, Georgia, and hats!
Milo, Georgia, and hats!

I think they rank right up there as two of the best knitwear models ever. They also provide great quality control, as they live in one of the colder quadrants of Canada. Chances are pretty good that there will be more hats (and mittens, and scarves) in their future.

I refuse to knit them socks (and sweaters) until they stop growing. Even Auntie has her limits 😉

Hats! I knit them!

I knit a couple of hats!

I actually knit them a while ago, but I was waiting until they landed in Yellowknife with their new owners before I posted anything. You see, one of them is an early birthday present and the other is a belated birthday present. Unfortunately, while I have a picture of the duo in their new hats, I do not have permission to post it (it’s pretty informal). If, however, winter action shots of the hats in use come my way with permission to post, I shall happily do so.

Milo's Hat
Milo’s Hat

This is what happens when Auntie Maire sees her niece and nephew wearing commercially knit toques in family pictures. Seriously.

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Georgia’s Hat

Georgia’s hat is Baa-ble Hat by Donna Smith, and Milo’s is my own variation on The Force Awakens Hat by Mrs. Luedeke. As always, I can’t help myself from messing with a pattern. I added  a Y-Wing fighter, the Rebel Alliance logo to the first row of icons. I added Boba Fett (because he’s awesome), and Darth Vader to the top, and got rid of the light saber-ish thing. Last, I used “May the force be with you” instead of branding the hat to the movie. Essentially turned it into a general-purpose Star Wars Hat. Because that’s the way I roll.

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The back of Milo’s hat

The only things these hats are missing are wonderfully ridiculous pom-poms, and that’s only because I wasn’t sure the kids would want wonderfully ridiculous pom-poms. They’re at an age where pom-poms can be a point of contention.

So I will patiently await a publishable action shot of the hats and the final word as to whether pom-poms are go.

ps: I also made yarn. But that’s a whole other story.

I made yarn! Into The Whirled "Andraste" on English Shetland
Into The Whirled “Andraste” on English Shetland

Weekend in Review

Here’s the short version of my weekend:

We met our brand-new honourary nephew.

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You’ll notice that Robin actually looks fairly comfortable holding the baby. This is because every time a baby is born, we shove the small squirming human into his arms, take a few pictures of both him & the baby looking uncomfortable, and wait for Robin to proclaim that the baby in question looks like Winston Churchill (doesn’t matter if it’s a girl, all babies apparently look like Winston Churchill). It should come as no surprise that after 4 or 5 babies being handed over to him for “the uncomfortable new uncle” shot, he’s gotten comfortable holding a baby.  We suspected as much with our niece, Darby. Keenan here just confirms it. Keenan was less interested in his new uncle, and more interested in the fact that his new uncle wasn’t carrying some sort of food-providing device.

We also managed to finally both be awake at such a time that we could get to Home Despot in time to buy deck staining supplies. Therefore, once the deck dries out (yes, if we haven’t been working or sleeping, it’s been raining this summer), we will commence the staining of the deck.

So cherish these pictures of my current fluffy spinning project on a “wood coloured” railing while you can, because soon enough that railing will be a nice shade of blue. We’ll be the only household on the block whose deck isn’t white, some sort of cedar wood stain, or “putty” to match siding. We deliberately chose a shade of blue a couple of shades lighter than the trim around our doors. We’re thinking it will look spiffy.

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That fluff, by the way, is a merino-silk blend that I think Louet puts out. I was gifted the blue by the wife of a co-worker who sent it along when she found out I had obtained a wheel.  The pink is from another co-worker that I car-pooled with last winter, and the black is something Robin picked up for me. The pink and black came in bags of about a pound. The blue is approximately 2 ounces. I weighed off 2 ounces of the pink and black, and am spinning all three as singles that will be 3-plied. So far, so good! I’ve spun all the blue, and am now about a third to a half of the way through the pink. It’s soft and spins quite nicely, though I think I’m getting a little friction sensitivity on my right pointer finger.

Finally, I watched the London Olympic Closing Ceremonies last night. I enjoyed it for the most part…but CTV, for the love of all that’s good in this world, I could have done without the constant commercial breaks around the time that the athletes were taking their places in the “mosh pit”.  I know it takes time to get 10,000-odd people corralled into the right place, but I really got tired of “here’s a shot of the Canadian team again and….here’s a commercial!  Welcome back!  Here’s some really neat piece of trivia, and….another commercial!”  It wouldn’t have been quite so bad if it hadn’t been for the amount of commercials shown. It really did seem that they had the slots for commercials and content actively backwards, the content segments were THAT brief!

Oh, and P&G?  I’m STILL really annoyed by your advertisements gushing over Moms. When it comes to sports, I suspect Dads are just as involved, if not more so. While I’m sure showing a Dad taking his kid to the pool at oh-dark-thirty in the morning would make a better coffee commercial, I wouldn’t feel like the men of this world were being marginalized because they’re not being shown tossing laundry into a washing machine.  Honestly, advertising agencies, STOP with the whole “battle of the sexes” in advertising. That goes for the “Kitchen Consultant” in the dishwasher commercials, too. Hell, do me a favour and show a gay or lesbian couple. Maybe a same-sex couple that’s parenting. Maybe a little jolt of reality will stop stereotyping women as domestics, men as idiotic assholes, and same-sex relationships as sinful. Use your advertising slot for something useful for once.

(For the record, I do use quite a few P&G products in my house, but it’s definitely not due to the advertising. It’s due to the fact that they work, don’t cause an allergy, and don’t give me migraines from overabundant scenting. That round goes to YOU product!  Not so much your advertising agency – who really need a good-old reality enema)

The one comment about the content of the music chosen for the Closing Ceremonies?  No Radiohead? No Rolling Stones? No Happy Mondays or Stone Roses, or Sinead O’Connor or U2 or the Proclaimers? No multi-Grammy Adele? No Peter Gabriel? While I was happy to see Madness and the Pet Shop Boys, I could have used a little more diversity. The fact that there was one woman singing something like 4 or 5 songs?  Well, she was on-key and can sing Queen half-decently, I guess.  No need for her to be half the show, though.

Oh. And still no Dr. Who?  The Olympic ceremonies could have used more of a nod to the BBC.

Rant over. Good thing too, as I’ve been up for 23.5 hours and need to sleep sometime before my next shift starts 😉

Tour de Noel: Tree #4

Last but not least, my parents’ tree!

Mum always threatens to do a theme tree, but I love the familiar jumbled look of the ornaments. Many of the ornaments are new, but that’s because Mum has handed many of the family ornaments to my brother and I (at least, I think my brother has the other half of the old ornaments).

We had a wonderful dinner and a really good visit with my folks. We’re thinking that if we aren’t too flat-out busy next year, we might host instead. We’ll see where we are when that happens.

How did your Christmas celebrations go this year? 🙂

Tour de Noel: Tree #3

Happy boxing day! I’m carrying the merriment forward a day or two, seeing as there were at least four or five trees in my Yule, I present the first of my two Christmas Day trees.

This is the tree in my in-laws’ house. Robin’s parents’ main floor has wonderfully high ceilings, so I needed to actually sit down in order to get the whole tree in the frame.

Christmas bonus: Our nephew trying to open the present that we gave him. He loves Thomas the Tank Engine and anything to do with trains, and so we managed to find him a Thomas the Tank Engine train set. If his reaction was any indication, we get the stamp of approval.

Tour de Noel: Tree #2

Today’s tree is courtesy Robin’s brother and his lovely significant other, who hosted our Christmas Eve festivities. It was a definite non-traditional fare this year, with the main dish being home-cooked Ribs.

And as an added bonus:

Robin with a baby! This is our newest niece, Darby. She’s almost 2 months old. She’s already holding her head up on her own. Won’t be much longer and she’ll be giving her big brother Jax a run for his money. As you can tell from his relatively relaxed stance, Uncle Robin is getting more and more comfortable with the wee ones. I blame it on all the mandatory cuddling that our honourary niece Sarah insisted on…

A little spring cleaning

We did some cleaning this past weekend; put a bunch of stuff away.  In the process, we unpacked a bunch of Christmas stuff that had been set aside to go through later.

The little pink ornament on the mantel?  That’s a wee gift from my niece, Georgia.  She was visiting with her family this past Christmas, and one of the pretty projects she was working on was painting little faerie figurines.  Georgie painted the figurine for me, so I figured it deserved a place of honour on our mantel with the other small family keepsakes.  It’s bright enough to brighten a grey day, and we’ve had quite a few of those recently, what with all the snow.

Thanks for the faerie, Georgia!