just another raveller

After my week in Wakefield, I tottered off to Montreal and situated myself on this garden swing. My entire vacation was punctuated by visits to yarn shops and knitters. You know the kind of thing - you tell yourself that you're only on the look out for yarn which comes from the vicinity in which you find yourself. Kind of like beer drinkers, I imagine. Either you get carried away or you don't. In Ottawa, I bought 7 skeins Diamond Yarns Luxury Collection Zen (Soy/Bamboo/Cotton) at KnitKnackers on Bank Street, enough to make this summer top. This is the first thing that I've knit for myself since February. I liked knitting with this yarn. I am amazed that it isn't heavy feeling like so many Bamboo yarns are. Also, the price was right - $4.99 per skein. In case you are wondering, I knit this sideways - stocking stitch with lace insertion on the miccle front and under the arms. Shaping only for the neck. Finished with I-Cord knit on to smooth the edges. I'm glad that ...

I'm in Wakefield, Quebec this week, knitting by the Gatineau River. The river is slow this year. Held up at the dam upstream for some purpose or other. The reduced current makes it easier to swim, but reedy in places. When the wind is still, the water is like a mirror. Yesterday morning, I got up early and went canoeing with my sister Frances. She let me sit in the front of the canoe. Here's how the water looked rowing to the northwest, toward town at about 8 a.m. And here's what it looked like rowing to the south east, towards the sun. In knitting, I am working on 2 projects. Here's the beginning of a Garter Stich Catharina from Stahman's Scarves and Shawls. I also have the hazy beginnings of a new summer top which is not yet worth showing. Mary Lou, the Wakefield Bakery is still in existence, though I understand from the locals that it caters mostly to the people who come for the day on the steam train up from Hull. The really good bakery is Pipolinka around the ...

Between packing lunches and tidying up before leaving on holiday, I managed to block the Blue Fir Cone. Here are the photos that turned out... When we crossed the border at Ogdensburg, we saw this sign and turned left.

Hot. Holiday. Blue Fir Cone. Family. Potato Salad. Chaos. Heat. Fireworks. Dark crowds. Daughter. Sister. Waldorf Salad. Mine has carrots. Work. Games. Suitcase. Space. No place to block the Blue Fir Cone.