Now it’s time to decide on which buttons to sew onto my long awaited Tangled Yoke cardigan. I went to Dressew last week and spent far too long looking at their extensive button collection.
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The Long Red Scarf
Here’s a children’s book to delight the knitter in all of us. Unfortunately it’s out of print, but still available through used book sellers and I found this copy at the public library.
The Long Red Scarf by Nette Hilton and illustrated by Margaret Power
Grandpa covets the long, woolly scarf his friend, Jake wears when they go fishing together.
Knitter’s Gallery
I gives me such a thrill when knitters send me pictures of the sweaters they’ve knit using my patterns. I love seeing the colourways they choose. I especially love it when they send a photo of the sweater in action–that is, being worn by the baby for whom it was knit.
Fog
We’ve been having uncharacteristically foggy weather for several days now. I think it’s affecting my memory. I still can’t find the yarn and now I can’t find a book I was given for Christmas.
Lost
Where or where can it be?? I can’t find the yarn I so neatly washed and reskeined to complete my Tangled Yoke sleeve. I must have put it “away” when I tidied up a bit before company came over.
Portable Project
I needed a portable project to take to Hana’s skating class yesterday …
My sock yarn collection is growing (like you couldn’t have guessed that) and I’ve been wanting to try out Colinette’s Jitterbug.
Puckers Be Gone
The Tangled Yoke Cardigan isn’t forgotten. I wet blocked it to try to get rid of the puckering around the cabled area on the yoke. I really stretched out the cabled area and the puckering isn’t too bad.
… and a Peacock in a snowbank!
Little Kate loved her Peacock. Well, she loved unwrapping it anyway! She also examined the label and the buttons and then waved the sweater around a bit before returning to the wonderfully crinkly paper.
Knits at the Polar Bear Swim
The 89th annual Polar Bear Swim was yesterday and it was our first time observing the 1550+ brave (or perhaps crazy?) souls who bared their skin to take a dip in the frigid 6 degree C (43 F) water at English Bay.







