Sunday, 26 January 2014

My secret super power

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's been.......a while.  Ok so saying that it's been a while is like saying that Niagra Falls is merely someone with a leaky faucet.

My son likes the latest Hobbit movie as much as I like chocolate which is why we've seen it FOUR times. (yes you read that right) During the third viewing, the guy sitting next to me discovered my super power.

Man sitting next to me : "what are you knitting?"
Me : "socks"
Man sitting next to me who is about to get punched for talking during a movie : "I'm impressed. "

Seriously.....??????

There are a few things I want to know.

1) who starts conversations with the person sitting next to them in a dark room?
2) who starts conversations with the person sitting next to them during a movie?
3) who starts conversations with the person sitting next to them during the Hobbit?
4) who starts conversations with the person sitting next to them during an IMAX version of the Hobbit?

Did this guy not realize I was there to watch the version of the film that costs extra to see? He was lucky that he did not try to keep the conversation going......I can be dangerous with my DPNs

While this stranger (with a death wish) thought he discovered my super power (knitting in the dark), he didn't realize just how powerful I truly am. Just think how impressed he would of been if he had know I was working on the instep of this sock.



Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic 

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Still here...but barely

Helloooooooo?

Is anyone out there?

Oh yes I see you in the back. Make some noise or even move so that I know you're alive......

Oh wait that would be me. Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. How can I cease to be when there is still a blankie to finish.


I may not have much free floating money but I was smart enough to stock up in the good times as I am now in the bad. I am rich in stash so life is not all bad.

Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic

Friday, 6 January 2012

Four Years in the Making

Christmas has come and gone. Presents have been wrapped and the paper has been ripped off. The tree went up and recently came down yet I am still singing I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.

Christmas means many different things to many people and since I spent last Christmas experiencing shell shock I thought that this year I would look at creating new holiday traditions for me and my kids. My budget is small but I didn't want that to affect what my kids found under the tree. Fortunately I've discovered that one of the editors for the The New York Sun back in 1897 was right about there being a Santa Clause. My two youngest had a few freak out gifts under the tree and that was all I could hope or ask for this year.


The day was spent watching new movies, reading books and playing games. I spent the day enjoying having the kids around and basking in the love that surrounded me. But let's go back a few weeks......

The exchange of gifts......

What do I get for HIM......????

I was already knitting a pair of socks (from stash) because I know that he likes them and will wear them but what else should I wrap up for this man. My sister encourages me to take the high road and my mom says to just put the love out there and it will come back to you somehow. I say "let's think this thing through to match my budget and temperament."

Four years ago I started a sweater and finished the sleeves and the back up to the arm pit. Remembering this, I put it to the suitability test.

1) Is it practical and not too personal? Mostly
2) Is it cost effective? Yes (wool was bought long ago so no money out now)
3) Will he wear it? Possibly (He was seen wearing another sweater twice this winter that I knit....he didn't wear it at all last winter)
4) Will finishing the sweater put a hole in your stash that you can justify filling at a later date when things are better? Absolutely

Without further ado, I give you the sweater that was four years in the making.




Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Built into the leg

In case you were wondering, updating my blog is what I do while I put off writing an essay.

Usually I just knit, but today I thought that's I'd try this instead.
What is it about knitting socks? I love the yarn, the colours, the texture, the feel...the everything. They are the perfect traveling project and go with me every where. Among knitters, the traveling sock seems to be an icon, or a statement of "I was there."

In March 2010 I found myself on the journey of a lifetime. If you recall my unfinished blog entries, I travelled to New Zealand and Australia and
of course I brought a socks to work on. For some strange reason I put them away and forgot about them until I started going through my stash of the more yummy yarns. Lo and behold....tadah!!!! My lovely Lorna's Laces socks.

It took me a few tries along with some ripping out to come up with a pattern to use with this yarn but on a trip to Sandbanks Provincial Park, it came to me.
Here I am almost at the end of the second sock about an inch from starting the toe. A very exciting moment indeed. I should also mention that this sock yarn is as nice to work with as it is gorgeous.






But wait what is this???? A hidden treasure???? Nah...I just discovered that when using sock yarn that comes in 50g amounts, the leg of the sock makes a wonderful ball holder even when there is not much left. The ball is generally tucked up into the leg but is at the cuff for the picture.



Could anyone blame me for putting off essay writing when I have this temptation sitting next to me???? I can only resist so much for so long.....ohhhhhh is that Malabrigo Sock Yarn....no!!! MUST WRITE ESSAY.........just dont look at the Koigu.....oh no....I looked.....


Until next time

Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic

Monday, 31 October 2011

Sock yarn only a mother would love....

Or subtitled......yes I am back and of course I am still knitting.

A couple of years ago I went to Rhinebeck and did some stash enhancing. I would called it having S.E.X......but that just attracts the wrong type of crowd. Before going to this fab event, I did my homework. I found out which vendors I should hit f
irst as they were the ones to sell out of the good stuff. (sounds like I was there to buy drugs....doesn't it?) I went straight to a certain retailer to purchase sock yarn that I couldn't get locally (why can't I resist sock yarn???? I may have to work on that weakness one of theses days. But not today!)

This sock yarn is very well known and has been widely publicised by a certain very popular knitting blogger. Needless to say I was quite
anxious to buy a skein....or two....or five. Some time ago (as this is a blog post that has been on the back burner for quite some time) I started to knit a sock with said sock yarn. I have never been more disappointed in my life.....BLECH!!!!!

I couldn't believe my eyes.....this was
going to be a sock that would never see the light of day. I would never wear these socks nor would I make them for anyone else. I must have been blind when I bought the skein...no wonder it was on the seconds rack.

I call this ball of ugly sock yarn.....



I call this beginning of ugly sock.......



Those who have been reading my blog for some time, kno
w that I have been working on the sock yarn.....and despite what I said about the sock yarn.....



doesn't it look great in the blankie????

Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Funny Beyond Belief

I just can't stop watching this video.



Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

It just so happens.

It just so happens that the week of February 21-25 I was in Toronto, and that I was there the weekend before and after those dates. It just so happens that I like to walk and although a fair distance, from where I was staying, I walked to Kensington Market. It just so happens as I was aimlessly wandering around, I came upon Lettuce Knits. It just so happens that the Yarn Harlot was not shopping for yarn there, that day. I just so happens that I can't have every thing my way.

It just so happens that two skeins of lovely purple Koigu followed me out of the store that day.

It just so happens that later that week I made a deliberate visit to Romni Wools. It just so happens that I found myself in their basement surrounded by discounted and discontinued balls of wool. It just so happens that Mission Falls has closed their door and Romni has put the remaining Mission Falls stock in their basement. It just so happens that enough 136 merino superwash for a sweater and one ball of sock yarn followed me out of the store.

It just so happens that yarn bought while on holiday doesn't count as stash.

So, it just so happens that I have not cheated on my yarn diet. It just so happens that I know you'll all agree with me on this.

Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic