Tuesday, 21 October 2014

A blanket repair

Ok.  Here we have the blanket I am repairing.  Pretty pattern, isn't it.  Simple too.


And here is where the problem arose.  It is one side of the design, one of the decrease stitches forming the top of the stockinette bell section, that wasn't knit totally through and appears to have let go.



And the bottom of the work, 4 sections below.  Its relatively stable.  It is loose enough that the stitches don't have any tension on them, so even with some very rough treatment, it seems to have lived and been used in this state for a very long time.


And here we go.  One section done.  It might not be perfect, but it's going to be better.

Monday, 20 October 2014

Rushing Along

Oh dear.  I seem to have hit the snooze button one too many times, a rarity here, so no photos till this evening but I am doing the most interesting thing.  Besides red knitting of course.

I meet with my knitting friends on Wednesday evenings at a small community cafe.  A couple of weeks ago, the gent who usually serves us, brought us a large bag with an afghan in it.

It is a lace pattern, and two sections of it have managed, over time. to drop.  There are no strands that are broken so it appear that the original knitter just missed catching a stitch.  

I have gone through every pattern book I have and I haven't found a stitch quite like this. I have found dozens that are close, but all of them appear to be worked in the opposite direction of this one.  I sat down yesterday to see if I could copy it.

It went well, but I am not quite there yet. What I produced isn't quite like what the original is, though if its the best I can do, it will suffice for the repair.  I just think I am missing some small quirk that gives it its character.

Photos and a little more contemplation this evening.  

Thursday, 16 October 2014

CBC Radio Two, my regular in car radio radio channel, sadly, no longer has my favourite radio guy of all time, Tom Allen, on the radio in the morning drive time, and the drive home sounds more and more like regular radio, except for less talk, better news, no asinine games, and  a lot more music than an average radio station.  If it still played classical during drive time, it would be the perfect radio station.  

More and more often, I listen to dvd and yet, I have to remember and remind myself that keeping an open radio can be illuminating. The most amazing thing happened last week.  

You know how, when you are driving along listening to the radio, you think, 'I have to remember that song so I can look it up'.  Invariably, you forget it and never ever give that song a thought again.  

Well, that happened to me last week.  Only I remembered the song and looked it up. And it stays with me still.


I didn't catch who the singers were. It really didn't seem to matter. it touched the heart of me and I could not stop listening to it. I watched the video a dozen times.  It captures something so clearly, something I could not put words to, so clearly and effortlessly simply.  

After a stressful morning at work, I turned it on and played it at lunchtime.  In order not to weird out the whole floor, I played a couple of the other videos that were sitting there at the side. And that is when it hit me.

Pink.  I am listening to Pink. I only know her from general pop culture where she looked pretty edgy and those ads for makeup where they play on that edge.  I knew she was a singer.  That really was it.  Music?  Nada. Now?  I am a fan.  Big fan.  Of Pink.   And whatever alter ego she wishes to be.

And City in Colour.  At least I knew some of these songs and know the voice.  A fan?  Not really, just something I heard on the radio. Or his former band, Alexisonfire.  Knew them but not really familiar with the music.  Just knew it was Canadian. Nice enough I suppose. Now a very big fan.  Big fan.  BIG FAN.

So, there you have it.  Keep the lines open.  Look and listen.  You never know where inspiration, where consolation, where that thing that illuminates who and where you are, will come from.

You + Me   Rose Ave.  Dallas Green and Alecia Moore