The Itchy and Scratchy Show!

January 29th, 2010

One of the groups on Ravelry that I’m both a member of and actually take part in is LSG. We’re a bunch of foul-mouthed, opinionated wenches at the best of times, so when the call went out for a VD day swap, how could I possibly refuse?

My parcel arrived in the post this week, from a lovely tweasel in the UK

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A suitably LSG card, some fantastic handmade soap, and a dice bag with “Bite Me” stitched on it. The other cool bit about the bag, which I haven’t snapped, is that it’s lined….and the fabric has booze bottles all over it :)

Totally awesome!

This morning, I rose at the horrific time of 5.30am, so that I could take a trip to the airport and pick up the fabulous MorningSprite, who’s visiting from Virginia/D.C. for a bit. While we chatted on the way home, we mostly vanished to our respective rooms for naptime. Her brain was telling her that it was 3am; mine that I’d only had 2 hours sleep.

She did manage to give me an envelope of awesome before heading to sleep though. Inside was

goodies

A hand bound notebook of handmade paper and a copy of Made in Brooklyn, which I’ve been trying to get my grubby little mitts on since it came out. The best part?

signed

Tee hee hee.

Jared Flood is fab. So fab that he even spelled my odd Irish name correctly in the dedication.

Tee hee hee.

So now that I’m awake again, have had tea and biccies, and am firmly ensconced on the sofa, I’m feeling much more human. I don’t have the ability to take decent photos of purples though, which are a challenge even on a good day, so there’s no picture of the Clapotis-in-progress. Next time.

Next time will also have photos of either a lovely and perfectly serviceable slouchy beret, or one of me crying as I frog it. It was a lovely pattern. IS a lovely pattern. Simple, but looks really faaaancy when it’s done. Except mine, which is currently blocking over a breadplate. I fear that it may be less slouchy and more beanie on me. Somehow I managed to use the right size needles and yarn, and end up with a mini-beret.

Let’s see how much blocking can actually do. I am both optimistic and fearful.

Baby, it’s cold outside

January 14th, 2010

The snow, which had been dusting the countryside since Christmas, arrived on New Year’s Eve by the bucketload. Blizzard proportions and such a novelty that most of the guests at our party took the opportunity to dance about outside amidst the white flakes.

A week later, the gloss had worn off. The temperature hit -13C on more than one occasion. The snowdrifts were topped up daily by fresh snowfall and in some parts of the country people were left without heating as the oil in their tanks froze solid.

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Newspapers report it as being the worst winter in eleventybillion years. Last time I remember there being snow of this level (as backed up by the local papers) was in 1982. In honesty, I don’t remember it very well, but my dad tells me about it from time to time, and I’m glad it’s fuzzy.

Not being able to leave the house is something that drove me insane. The roads were too dangerous to walk on, particularly in sheltered little cul-de-sac places like ours that had 4 inches of the white stuff on a good day. I nearly killed myself dealing with the wheelie bin on the Monday after new year’s, and my window herb garden gave up the ghost -  that was really the straw that broke the camel’s back.

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I did the only sensible thing for a knitter to do.

I went stash-diving.

Since January 4th, I have….

Squee’d some more over my secret satan parcel (not shown is the fabulous High Seas shawl pattern by Kieran Foley which the lovely Lucy dropped into my Ravelry inbox!)

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…and I’ve done a lot of knitting, starting with these puppies.

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Knee socks in Lorna’s Laces shepherd sock (South shore is the colourway).

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A Foliage hat from Knitty in Malabrigo Chunky (Indigo). This yarn is like crack, it really is. It’s also the first hat in living memory that I can wear for hours and hours and not have the overly sensitive skin on my face get angry with me. I always giggled to myself when the line “Malabrigo cures excema” was uttered on the Lime and Violet podcast, but they weren’t wrong!

After this, I cracked out my brand new 8mm Lang needles (see previous bit about having an awesome secret satan swap partner!). Which are really Addis, but aren’t sold as addis. There was a problem with the UK/Irl distributor of Addis, you see, so they could not be had for love nor money in this country since…some time during the summer. Now these Lang needles are available, and are not Addis. Even though they’re made by Addi, have the same pointy tips and fabulously smooth connectors that have made me an Addi obsessive convert. Long story short - buy Lang needles, cos they’re awesome, and come in bamboo as well as metal.

…but i digress…

My new needles were introduced to some Twilley’s Freedom yarn, which has been sitting in my stash for two years at this stage. I had done some stash swappage when I was living in Belfast, intending to make a booga bag. Unfortunately my washing machine has a knackered heating element, so only washes on cold. Very good for the environment, less so for felting.

The Cherry Garcia pattern has been in my queue for months and months, so I set myself up in bed with my yarny bits, a beer (or two) and season 4 of Supernatural on my laptop. Episodes, beer and knitting went very well. Next morning, I realised that I’d made a bit of a mistake and done all of my cables to the front, instead of doing every other to the back. Ah well. At least it’s all matchy! No big deal anyway, as I’m totally gonna make another of these babies in the future.

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I finished that off yesterday afternoon at SnB, which is a miracle all of itself, as I usually get more chatting, drinking of coffee and looking at everything else that’s going on at SnB instead of working on my own project.

There may  possibly have been some pouty looks when I arrived home, swathed in woolly goodness, so I cast on a hat for the husbeast that will fit over his big mop of hair. It took about 2 hours, and has reminded me why big needles are so fan-fecking-tabulous. Instant gratification for me and big smiles from HusBeast.

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The top actually sticks up slightly in a vaguely pointy and cute way. I think it’s cute anyway. HusBeast approves because it’s still a manly hat, in a manly charcoal colour, which matches his scarf in a manly way….and keeps his poor widdle ears warm.

……I may get tickled to death for that comment. Totally worth it :)

Time is relative…as is Christmas

December 22nd, 2009

I honestly didn’t mean it to be so long since my last post. It’s the thing about being out of the nine-to-five loop. Days drag on, but weeks fly by.

Since my last update, I’ve been involved in running a gaming convention (as has HusBeast), raised a chunk of money for charity and made some wonderful donations to wonderful groups. Sometimes it really is the best job in the world, being a charity officer, even if all the money I see never makes it to my bank account.

Me at Gaelcon, complete with facepaint

Me at Gaelcon, complete with facepaint

Just a couple of days later, we were on a plane to Georgia, where we were involved in running another games convention, though this one was for a thousand people. A little overwhelming to say the least, but awesomely good fun. Seeing as we were in that neck of the woods, we did…..sod all. Mostly we recovered, got to hang out with friends, and relaxed. We stopped by the Georgia Aquarium, which was incredible. Even got to play with itty bitty sharks!

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Went to a plantation, which was beautiful and immensely disturbing all at once.

This beautiful bed and all the bedding (including the fabulous canpoy) were all handmade...by slaves.

This beautiful bed and all the bedding (including the fabulous canopy) were all handmade...by slaves.

Met up with some fantastic LSG’ers

Dontcha love the tshirt?

Dontcha love the tshirt?

and was introduced to the wonderfully delicious world of Firefly iced tea vodka. My only sob story is that there was none of it to be found in the airport on the way home. (As an aside, never, ever, ever travel through ATL airport if you’re PMS’ing, having a bad day, have more bags than limbs, or are generally not good with queuing. The place is in-fricking-saaaane!)

In terms of actual knitting content, I came back from the States with very little yarn, which was surprising. By very little, of course, I mean it weighed less than a small child. Got me some Sugar n cream, as it comes in cool colours and can’t be bought in Ireland. Picked up a couple of skeins of Red Heart sock yarn and entirely shocked myself in the process (it’s 75% wool, 25% nylon and as much as I hate to say it, feels pretty damn squishy!). Was brought a baggie by MorningSprite which contained four skeins of amazingly fabulous silky merino and one merino lace from Mmmmmmalabrigo. Even got my mitts on a skein of Lotus Yarns gorgeous purple yarn! Bonus!

I’ve been working through my stash slowly but surely. Very practical yet unfulfilling washcloths made from a bag of cotton that I purchased in February.

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They’re bags, essentially. Soap goes in bag, hangs in shower. No killing self by slipping on soap that inevitably ends up in the shower tray. Also less mess to clean up, which is a cheeky bonus.

Socks.

Lots of socks

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samhainsocks

nds-sock

dusk-sock

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I’ve managed, in epic style, to completely avoid Holiday knitting. I hate holiday knitting.

It’s stressful, it’s not pleasurable, and makes even the sanest knitter contemplate mummifying themselves in acrylic so they can hide under the stairs until Spring. Personally I prefer the “unplanned knitted gifts” routine. I knit for people and give them the knitted item when it’s done. Could be any time of the year. It generally goes down well as the recipient isn’t expecting it, plus there’s the added joy of knowing that it’s not going to be buried under a mound of wrapping paper and plastic reindeer that poop chocolate raisins.

Holiday yarny gifts, on the other hand, are awesome. Like my fabulous gift from the Secret Satan swap on Ravelry. Still don’t know who my gifter was, but they did a truly epic job in stalking me online.

I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough who you are, but in the meantime - THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!

Co-Inky-Dink!

September 1st, 2009

A couple of weeks ago, I started work on the Retro Redux Shrug, from Lace Style (Ravelry link). I had originally started it months and months ago, but could only find one skein of the three Cascade 220’s I had bought in NYC. Cue much swearing and frogging. Well seeing as I’ve been cleaning for Ireland of late, I found the other two skeins.

Sure, the brioche stitch is a little repetitive. I loved it. Just enough variation to keep my fingers interested, not so much variation that I couldn’t knit it while watching movies or at SnB. The Wednesday before last, I brought it along to said SnB, with the intention of getting it finished that day so that I could move along and get cracking on the Two Tone Shrug from Fitted Knits. I got a prezzie of the yarn for this pattern (some variagated Cascade quatro, and some teal 220)  from the lovely MorningSprite, and had yet to make the thing. I had attempted it once previously after far too much wine, and frogged it the next morning.

When I arrive at SnB, I notice that KneeHigh has a copy of Fitted Knits with her. Not only that, but she was working on the start of her two tone shrug. In not entirely dissimilar tones to my yarn.

I got done with the redux shrug, as planned.

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Could use a rinse with some hair conditioner (220 heathers seems to be much rougher than regular 220, whatever crazy things they do to it), but it’s done and dusted, and rather snazzy. On with the two tone.

We both arrived in last Wednesday as usual. We hadn’t talked about our projects since the week before but through some strange psychic link, had reached exactly the same point in the pattern. Not only that, but at some stage the night before we had both independently read the pattern, scoffed at the notion of seaming, and decided to magic loop the sleeves. It was a total kodak moment.

Ok, ok. Perhaps it’s only interesting if you were there, but it was rather funny. I’ve never had anything like that happen before  -in relation to a knitting project at least.

I’ve broken the cycle now anyway. Two nights up late watching the final season of Battlestar Galactica means that an awful lot of ribbing was done. I was pretty disappointed by the last episode, to be honest. It rivalled Return of the King for the most it’s-over-no-actually-it’s-not endings. I also didn’t like most of the wrap ups. My advise for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet (and I’m sure there’s at least one of you) is to watch all the way through to the end of the second last episode, then make the rest up in the personal movie theatre of your mind. I wish I had..

The shrug though, I am not disappointed in. It’s squishy, and the two colours work perfectly with each other. I can see myself wearing this a lot over the next few weeks, as the weather turns colder.

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The times, they are a changin’

August 31st, 2009

Life has been a bit of a rollercoaster over the last 8 weeks.

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The Monster is still without arms, legs or facial features.

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The pretzel cardigan remains about 10 rows and a button band away from completion.

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The bed frame is still taking up most of the downstairs hall, and is still held together by spit and hope….

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The mini eco-system that is the back garden is still flourishing, and the neighbours’ adorable black cat comes to visit and play in it on a very regular basis.

…..so what exactly has changed in the two months I’ve left unblogged?

Lots.

I’ve been doing everything other than blogging, because I’ve been run off my feet on a regular basis. I might not have a proper job, but you’d never know it. I’ve even had to splash out on a proper filofax to keep track of things.

The end of June was mostly spent dealing with tax bits, which I’m still dealing with and am not going to bore you with. By the time my mother’s birthday rolled around in July, things were in full swing. She had her first break out of the rut in two years, and came to Dublin with my dad for a couple of days. As soon as that was over, it was into gaming high season for one of the many gaming groups I’m involved with.

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All very glamourous, but rather exhausting.

From there, I moved rapidly on to working on a short movie…

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digging

…then got my dig on. Indiana Jones, eat your heart out!

Myself and Husbeast are working on a show at the moment as well; the last couple of weeks have been mostly filled with propmaking, painting sets and sewing costumes. It’s awesomely good fun. I’ve missed being involved in theatre and film so much since my dad got sick, and I’m finally starting to make my way back in to it.

I haven’t entirely abandoned my yarny goodness, even though it has been entirely moved to the back burner for the last while. It’s on the way back with a vengence. Have to either fit more hours in the day, or learn to survive on far less sleep in order to cram everything in - that’s the tricky bit.

In an effort to get some mindless knitting going (as nothing complicated should be attempted when sleep depped or stressed) I started my Christmas present for my mother.

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It’s the  Adobe table runner from Summer’s Interweave Knits. Amazingly simple, and will look fab when finished and blocked. My mother’s dining table is about two feet longer than I had realised though, so I need to put in some serious time on this yet. The yarn is some indigo dyed fingering weight cotton that I picked up from Avoca. I had been trying to come up with a way to use it, and had my lightbulb moment on flicking through IK. The slight downside is the milage.  Even after finishing this runner, I’ll have enough left for an entire set of placemats and coasters for her birthday next year…..and still have most of a kilo of the stuff left. It’s not making my stash knitdown any easier, I’ll tell ya!

Yup, the stash knitdown. Seeing as I have a yarn budget of precisely zero at the moment, I’ve been reassessing my stash. Some is going to be sold off, because I have a lot of pretty things that I bought in a moment of weakness and will most likely never get around to knitting. The rest is finally going to be worked through, a piece at a time.  I have the yarn to make a central park hoodie for almost three years, but haven’t even downloaded the pattern yet!

Am I the only one to have the bag of yarn for some jumper or cardigan or other lurking in the stash for years? With the pattern picked out, and all the right sized needles ready to go? I may not be crazy lady with cats, but I sure seem to be “crazy lady with RowanSpun”…

Purple monsters and fingers

June 24th, 2009

Rowan all seasons cotton is very nice. Very nice indeed. Knitting it in the round on 3.5mm needles is distinctly not advised though.

I’m taking a break from knitting my purple monster (and from the resulting hand cramp. There are a hella lot of ssks and k2togs in that pattern!) to do a quick update. Again, photoless due to  my camera battery being dead, and my photoshop trial being over *sob*

A quick jaunt down to Waterford took place at the weekend, where I got to catch up with some people that I haven’t seen since the wedding. Shameful, I know. Large amounts of yummy food was consumed, along with multiple mojitos. The weather even obliged and allowed for my first al fresco meal of the year.

Shockingly I didn’t get near the new yarn shop in the city centre, due entirely to the aforementioned mojitos and company. I’ll be back down there in a few weeks though, so will give a full report then. The things I do for my readers!

Last night, myself and HusBeast headed into Dublin and went to a Bill Bailey gig. I got the tickets back in October - I’d failed to get them every other time he was touring here for the last five years  - and they were an anniversary prezzie for himself. I won’t post spoilers for those of you who are still to see the show, but suffice to say that it was fantastic. I had serious issues with not being able to breathe because I was laughing so much. Clever funny as well. Not just an assortment of “tit and bum” jokes, which is all too prevailant in stand up these days. Just to sound like an old fart.

This morning I was rudely awakened by the postman. At 7.15am. Has to be some kind of record for earliest delivery by the Irish postal service. I had been hoping that it was a package from the States for me, but alas, it was for The Lodger. It seems that the best way to get me out of bed and down stairs in 15 seconds or fewer is the promise of peanut butter M’n'Ms.

The finishing touches on my BSJ were completed at SnB this morning, which left me feeling rather chuffed. It’s a very cute looking thing, and finished just in the nick of time. Pity the intended recipient will have grown out of it in about ten minutes, but he is a baby and that is their way. You turn your back for just a moment, and poof!, they’ve grown another inch. I’ll console myself knowing that Becky will like it, and will possibly be able to reuse it at some stage in the future as it’s in a nice gender neutral colour.

Wow, I used the term “gender neutral”. I may have earned a gold star from the PC police, horror of horrors.

Apart from suffering from hand cramp (mind out of the gutters, thanking you!) there’s not much going on chez moi. I’m trying to get the stuffed purple monster body done this evening before bed, so am ensconced on one end of the sofa with some tea and Tom Waits on the stereo while HusBeast and The Lodger are currently saving the universe from alien invaders on the other end. For my part, I’m being encouraging by making comments loaded with double entendre and singing the Faceplant song every time one of them gets splatted. It’s a pretty regular thing, but they’re getting better.

Many things are getting better.

Goodnight, sweetheart

June 16th, 2009

The last week has flown by in a flurry of knitting, frogging, re-knitting and refrogging, learning to count to 14 successfully, not setting fire to a chart (due entirely to my own inability to read it as opposed to some inate flaw in the chart itself) worrying about cashflow, trying to declutter, and catching up with friends who came over on Friday night because we can’t afford to go out (in honesty, they’ve been coming over every Friday for months, but they bring chocolate and whiskey and sympathetic hugs now too).

I went for a costume fitting, which was fun and productive, and holds promise of some days of work over the next few weeks. My final Wollmeise sock club package arrived, which was a truly joyous moment.

WWKIP day passed me by once more, as did SnB, as the moths started to fly from the wallet. This is vaguely better now, as my social welfare paperwork finally got stamped and authorised and all that jazz this week. (See you on Wednesday girlies!!)

Insomnia seems to be this weeks’ special though.

As much as I intended to have a regular sleeping pattern when I got the boot, it has been slipping gradually over the last couple of weeks. What’s one more pattern repeat or one more episode of Buffy when you don’t have to face rush hour traffic in the morning, eh? Quite a lot as it turned out.

HusBeast was the first to give up on the idea of sleep last night, and got cosy with the XBox at about 2am. I decided to continue tossing and turning and having those amazingly vivid dreams that you have when you’re not quite asleep, yet not quite awake (the kind that has seen me almost launch out of seats on planes on more than one occasion. Thank heavens for seatbelts, I say!). By the time 4am rolled around, it was clear that I was fighting a losing battle. I lay there for another half hour, listening to the dawn chorus and veering wildly between “perky and awake” and “so tired I could cry” before heading downstairs.

The adventures really started mid-morning. My trip to the wonderful land under the sofa resulted in my finding the remote control which went for a holiday there on Thursday. Having gotten lots of headway made on my cardigan, I realised that my feet were not filled with pins and needles from sitting on them, because they were that damn cold. Being the vaguely sensible girl that I am, I headed upstairs to break out the handknitted socks. I managed to keep my balance while hopping about and struggling with a sock. Score one for me. Not in a million years did I think that, as I tried not to fall over a runaway ball of sock yarn, that the simple act of HusBeast sitting on the bed would result in my having to stay up til midnight.

I realise that one of the perils of living in rented accomodation is that the furniture is mostly held together with the power of the Force or something. The flip side of that, to me at least, is that…well…being blunt, a double bed that is intended for two people to sleep (etc, etc, etc) in should really be robust enough to sleep in. Sitting on the corner of it should not be cause for concern.

It’s partly our own laziness (and lack of a toolbox), I guess. We bought a new bed ages ago, and have not put it together. We put the new, fab, orth mattress on the crappy frame that someone had gerryrigged together using a 4×4 and a tube of No More Nails. Still, it held up fine. We’ve been sleeping in it for months with no problem. It seems, however, that sitting on the damn thing was just asking for trouble, as the loud cracking noise attested to.

We mostly laughed it off, as the frame has been defying all laws of gravity and physics since we moved in. Tonight when I got into bed and noises came from the wood that you’d normally hear in some form of documentary on demolitions, I realised that it was just plain wrecked. I busied myself with emptying the dishwasher and making tea and trying to convince myself that my ass isn’t really that big while HusBeast and The Lodger got down to rearranging our room. This evening, we’ll be sleeping on our very expensive mattress on the floor. The frame is being coaxed into standing up against the wall in the downstairs hall as I type.

Tomorrow, there shall be photos to document this marvel of the modern age. There will be large amounts of swearing and blinding as we try to put the new bed frame together, and frustration as I realise that I couldn’t lift that mattress with an IronMan suit. I also get to call the landlord and get him to send someone to pick up the firewood old bed. I’m a little apprehensive about that, to be honest. The memories of Sparky the WonderOven are still a little raw. Almost getting electrocuted will do that to a girl.

Now, however, it’s time for sleep. Here’s hoping that the morning will bring productivity, good vibes, and a day of less than 22 hours.

Sunshine and lollipops

June 2nd, 2009

I managed to miss Woolapolooza entirely this weekend. There was a rather hasty exit beaten to Tipperary on Saturday morning, and we didn’t get home ’til Sunday evening. Nothing big and bad, just family stuff that couldn’t be dealt with over the phone.

It was a fantastic weekend, weather-wise. My cat didn’t appreciate it though. Perhaps it’s something to do with all that fur he has.

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He found shelter in some of the many, many plants and bushes in my parent’s garden.

The butterflies, on the other hand, were loving the sun. I’ve been noticing a distinct lack of butterflies in recent years, but they’re all over the place at the moment.

butterfly

Yesterday was a bank holiday here, and to be honest, I didn’t get up to much. Made the apparently obligatory visit to a garden centre, where I ate ice cream and bought some organic herbs and compost to repot at home. I hate buying little packets of over-refrigerated herbs in supermarkets when they’re so easy to grow. Even though we’ve a big back garden, it’s basically a wilderness, so the herbs are in a plantpot garden. They seem to be settling in well.

lemon-thyme

Lemon thyme

and tarragon

tarragon

You may think that I’m being a little over the top in calling our garden a wilderness. I assure you, I am not. The grass is more than waist high, as are the dock leaves and buttercups.

buttercups

There’s a whole ecosystem going on in there. So much so that I’m feeling pangs of guilt at even contemplating phoning the landlord to have him come along with his lawnmower. …or tractor, at this stage.

Today has been most productive, due in no small part to the still-sunny weather. It’s a complete shocker to have a long weekend in Ireland where it’s not raining like monsoon season. Having good weather for it, and good weather with no end in sight, is a revelation!

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Yarn was dyed…

bread

…bread was baked.

Not much of that bread left, mind. My first attempt at proper yeast bread. Very nice it is too, especially with some real butter and honey drizzled on top.

Speaking of which…..

Water of life

May 26th, 2009

We woke up on Sunday morning to sun and glorious blue skies. After some quick consulting with the all-knowing Google, we decided to take a road trip.

The weather was perfect for driving, and as we were heading to the midlands and not the beach, most of the traffic was going in the other direction. We were even in such a good mood that when the googlemap directions turned out to have been written by blind monkeys and were abandoned in favour of my internal satnav, we were still smiling.

It was a day on which there were many reasons to smile.

The first day this year that the birkies have been worn outside without risk of frostbite, for one!

sandals

Wow…I need a pedicure.

The drive (eventually) brought us to what is traditionally known as “culchieland” by those in Dublin….and by a lot of people outside it as well. County Offaly has been the butt end of jokes for countless years. Most involve sheep or having an extra finger/toe.      Our current Taoiseach (Prime minister) is known as BIFFO (Big Ignorant F***er From Offaly).  It’s quite a gorgeous place though, for all the slagging off we give it. 40 shades of green doesn’t even come close. It’s also home to one of the last remaining distilleries in Ireland.

Yes, dear readers, I drove all the way to see whiskey on my sunny Sunday.

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Not that there were many objections from HusBeast, who even deigned to pose for a photo.

The Tullamore Dew distillery was in the building behind him for most of it’s life, but was recently moved out in favour of this “modernisation” malarkey. The building has been turned into a heritage centre, and while it’s very much geared up for TransAtlantic tourists, it was an interesting way to spend an hour or so. There are displays about the history of the town, whiskey making, and some nice bits of old kit

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like this bottlefiller, which was manned by an amazingly creepy looking waxwork of a bottlefiller operator.

At the end of our wander around, we headed downstairs to the bar that’s not really a bar. It used to be a working bar at some stage in the past, and now sits empty and forlorn looking in between busloads of tourists. We had a sample of Tullamore Dew, which is not my favourite whiskey by a long shot, I must admit. It’s good in cocktails and fab in Irish coffees, but I prefer my whiskey without an umbrella in it. Irish mist has been associated with big hair and shoulderpads and other pinnacles of 80’s fashion in my head since childhood, and it turns out that it’s actually a nice drink too.

Naturally, we had to take home a souvenier. Ahem.

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It’s a bottle of Heritage, which is their special distillation. When it’s gone, it’s gone  - that kind of deeley. No idea what it tastes like, as the nearest pub didn’t actually have any Tullamore Dew at all. Not the smartest marketing strategy, I feel.

Since then, I’ve mostly been knitting. The Tangled Yoke is flying along.

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Flying for me, at least. The body section is done, sleeve one is done, and sleeve two is coming along nicely. Once that’s finished, it’s on to the slightly complicated part. This is actually the first Interweave Knits pattern that I’ve knitted (as opposed to queuing and never getting around to knitting) and I’m getting into the swing of their pattern-writing style nicely.

If that wasn’t enough, I’ve also had the dyepot going. I’ve posted off a custom order today, and I’ve been working on something new to boot. Here’s a sneek preview

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More to come soon!

Lions and tigers and bears…oh my!

May 23rd, 2009

Well, something like that anyway.

The lions were off being lions and were distinctly not cooperating for the camera. Bloody celebrities.

The bears were cute as all hell and I’d like to take one home.

redpanda

Yes, technically the is a bear. A red panda bear!

The tigers, much like the lions, were off sleeping and being far less pose-y than is necessary for blogginess. Durn cats.

The day at the zoo was fab. It’s so much removed from the last trip I made there when I was 12 - it was really like a different place. Huge open areas for animals, and plenty of places for them to hide from the bad weather when it arrives. Or cameras, in our case. We had a picnic lunch with a rather fabulous guest

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…and naturally had to stop off at the city farm, where the pigs were sleepy

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but the sheep were more than helpful.

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Yes, I realise that this makes me a massive knitting nerd, because I went to the zoo and saw sheep. Personally I found it more than a little disturbing that a “city farm” has become part of the zoo because some people have never seen a sheep up close. Or a cow. Or a pig.

I am a firm believer in knowing where your food comes from, especially if that food has a face. I die a little inside when stories about kids thinking that hamburgers come from McDonalds or Tesco and are shocked when it has to be explained to them that actually, it’s a bit of a cow (though given the meat content of a lot of sausages and burgers, not that much. Urgh.)

But I digress.

My “welcome to the umemployed club” paperwork arrived this week, which was strange. Even though I knew it was coming, it made things all the more real. This reality was added to in bright technicolour when I spent most of Thursday in the social welfare office, sitting around and waiting to be seen by someone who would tell me that I didn’t need to fill out an AB form, but an aB form and could I go back to the end of the queue. After three hours of sitting around feeling like I was in the waiting room from BeetleJuice, I was starting to despair in humanity and the Irish Government. Surely if these offices are that understaffed in every major town in the country, they could, oh, I don’t know……hire some of the huuuuuuge numbers of people who are standing around twiddling their thumbs to do some of the work?

The upcoming elections here are going to be epic. Absolutely epic.

Other things I’ve been doing over the last week or two (other than blogging…..no biscuit): cleaning. Lots of cleaning. Huge amounts of decluttering. Quite a bit of knitting.

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It’s another One Skein Wonder, in my own organic merino. ‘Cos I may as well get some squishy for myself!

I’ve also taken up the Tangled Yoke again, and it’s going fabulously well. I didn’t manage to get the photo off the camera before the battery died though, so that will have to wait til my next post.

I’ve been doing some dyeing as well, both custom orders and some new skeins for the store, which will be going up this evening. Here’s a sneeky preview

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A strange, up-and-down sort of fortnight, overall. I’m not sure if things like “getting all (yes, all!) of the neverending laundry finished” and “going dust bunny hunting under the bed” count as being blogworthy though. While I’m feeling rather accomplished about tackling these tasks that I’ve been putting off for an embarassingly long amount of time, they hardly rank as exciting.

Well, maybe just a little…