…and I just got up!

All this cross-country back and forth, up and down, and today’s driving round and round is exhausting. Work has me in Toronto to do store checks for two days. As someone who takes no pleasure in shopping or riding in cars (as driver or passenger), this is not how I’d choose to spend my time. The fact that the 60 locations are in suburbs (including Niagara Falls) makes it all the more tedious. Bright side? East Coast + Canada = trip down memory lane, albeit my first time in Toronto.

On an even brighter note, my old mini iPod fell out of my jacket in the hotel bar and I didn’t notice until hours later after we had eaten down the street. I ran down to the lobby and the front desk said to check with the bartenders. Sure enough – the waitress found it and held it aside for me.

Lesson learned: always be nice and chatty because you never know when you’ll want another person to remember you. Thanks, Sandy.

Now? Back to prone. G’night!

I saw on Twitter nau was looking for photos of people sporting their clothing, so I made my sister take this picture during our afternoon in Seattle.

As a knitter and designer, it’s very rare that I buy a commercially-knit garment. I’m very particular about both aesthetics and fibers. I had no qualms about adding the Bunny Goat Hoodie to my closet: simple clean ribbing adds well-placed structure to a luxuriously decadent person cozy. It’s a favorite wear for its warmth, looks and packability. cashmere and angora? C’mon!

Thanks, nau, for having (and keeping) my back warm!

This was just packed this morning in Port Ludlow, WA. It’s now sitting downstairs in the kitchen as I lay me down to sleep with my little doggie. I’ve got to unpack & repack it tomorrow morning to get my butt across the country and into the one just north.

Toronto, here I come! Rumor has it I’ll be hanging at Lettuce Knits tomorrow night. Another rumor has it that me and my office girlfriend / colleague will be traveling to Niagara Falls as part of this work trip! It’ll be just like Superman 2. I only hope that I’ll be a healthier version of myself.

I got to wear Brian’s Sunday Socks, from his 14-socks-at-once-on-one-giant-circular-needle quest (now finished):

I think, when push comes to shove, that this is probably my favorite sock. I love all of them, but because of the sentiment attached to this sock, it holds a special place in my heart. The yarn is Zitron’s Trekking Maxima and is actually the most conservative of all the color ways used in this project. The stitch pattern, however, is what makes this sock so special. I decided to make this sock in memory of my father, who was a minister. The pattern is based on one of his favorite scripture verses. “I am the Vine, you are the Branches”. I don’t think I’ve ever made so many bobbles!

what better place to wear ’em but at sock camp? Go check out his photos and stories of all 7 pairs.

Alas, my iPhone ate a post about pausing and being still in the middle of a crazed life. Hence, this pale imitation of a rewrite. As the Sock Campers were scavengering around, Debbi shared a bottle of Chardonnay with me. It was just us and our knitting looking over the beautiful Ludlow Bay.

How often do we stop our daily grind to enjoy what’s around us and be still – even amongst chaos? It wouldn’t hurt, but nor would delicious bottles of wine!

Looking down from the precipice of my 37th birthday, I can see how fractured my life has become, between work, deadline knitting, Twitter, Flickr, email and even plain ol’ laundry. I don’t do enough of any one of those, except maybe the laundry.

Sock camp always leaves me inspired. Tonight’s talent show didn’t disappoint. This annual tradition with my mother is slightly different this year, as I’m a camp councellor. I am so fortunate to have so much love in my life.

That all said, I’m dozing off and will expound on that in a future post.