Tuesday, November 14, 2006


I'm pretty sure it comes as no surprise to anyone that I am a bad blogger. Not just bad, downright lousy.

I don't think my camera left my bag all weekend. And that's no excuse, because I don't mean my suitcase up the hill in my room, I mean the little tote that followed me everywhere, with the extra weight of a not-at-all small camera that never saw the light of day (or the blur of bad lamps).

In any event, nearly everyone else has written far better explanations of the weekend than I possibly could, so I give you: a brief and scatter-brained summary of a very few of the high points, and a proverbial shout-out to my phenomenal roommate, who was charming and funny and tolerant of my silly questions and loveable and just remedial enough in her towel use that I felt she could still be a real human. I also had one other roommate, who wasn't as good a conversationalist, but was very quiet, warm, and sat on my chest juuust right.

I spent Sunday night over as well, rather than drive home too late, and after leaving the door open for the nano-second it took for me to enter the room, Batman there darted in and got into my bed, and refused to leave until morning.

Which was fine with me, since four nights without a cat in your bed is four nights too long, right?

Making me even more glad that she came (like I needed the extra push), I think it was my first roommate who put up for grabs that which became my only stash-lounge acquisition - 30 balls of Classic Elite Mistral (cotton/alpaca) in the colors Bess would describe as a Thanksgiving table.

Beautiful, lovely stuff, and I'll enjoy picking out the fair isle pattern for that.

Suggestions are welcome.

The only other thing I grabbed from the stash lounge (aside from a Rebecca, but magazines don't count in stash, do they?) has a story behind it.

Now, Stitches East was 'round these parts last weekend. I couldn't go, but several friends did. When Coleen called to taunt me that she was on her way, I asked her to buy me something pretty, like a sheep. So she did.

But if Miss Caween thinks she's the only smartass in our group, she's got another think coming.

Before I left for the retreat, she told me to knit her something pretty. So I glanced around the stash lounge until I saw something that begged to be made into something pretty, and started this. All except the last four rounds of decreases were knit during Show-and-Tell Friday night, and the braid and tassel were made at breakfast with the assistance of Lesley's scissors and crochet hook. (the hat does fit a real head, it's folded there for photography's sake)

And like most of us who feel the weekend ended too soon, I've already started my preparations for next year. A new Sunday morning tradition is what we call the "New Beginnings Project". We start something new. It should be for ourselves, it should be something different and special, and if we choose, we can ask members of the retreat to knit a few stitches into the cast on row so that their energy is with us all year round.

It was decided that my purple haze handspun would go with me, and Sunday morning Luann knit the first two stitches, and around the room it went. By Sunday evening, I had finished one of the three 8-oz balls (the other two stayed at home) and had ten inches knit. I love how the color almost shimmers from dark to light with the touches of reds and yellows in there. It will be a short sleeved sweater, assuming I have enough (which since I'm more than 1/3 up and have 2/3 the yarn to go, I think I will), and I'm just tickled silly with it.

(side note: I went to take a photo of the sheep and couldn't find it. Until Trevor happened through the room with it in his mouth. In fact, my first attempt to take a photo of it looked more like this:)


Blogger rho said...

I remember that hat - :D

Don't tell the Jeronimo staff that you let batman in the room -- heheh I wonder how many nights he manages to find his way into a room during the season though- it could be why he lives at the resort instead of his kitty crowded home.

6:20 PM  
Anonymous Sarah said...

Your sweater is going to be so gorgeous...
Is the hat acrylic?

6:56 PM  
Blogger Kadiddly said...

Sounds like a great weekend! Glad you had fun and a kitty roommate!

3:25 AM  
Blogger TGL said...

10 inches knit by Sunday night? You must have been on fire, girl! I haven't touched my own New Beginning again but the gecko is about 1/2 done. Want to finish him before the relatives invade. I'm so glad we got to room together - thanks for the company, the cackles, and being such a great roomate (even if you did sell me out for a sleek furball the minute my back was turned...) Enjoy the Mistral - it really is lovely yarn, and I'm so glad it went to a good home!

8:21 AM  
Blogger vi said...

ok that thanksgiving yarn
how about something along the lines of the color on color scarf if you don't do a sweater?

8:21 AM  
Blogger Amie said...

Silly Sarah, who should know better.

It's not acryllic.

It's lopi. So don't look at it funny, or it will felt.

9:36 AM  
Blogger Carol said...

Hahaha. I love the photo of Trevor - er, the sheep! He's fast!

The yarns all look fabulous. Sounds like a great weekend, all in all.

3:01 PM  
Blogger Zippianna said...

Oh that Trevor! Sneaky kitty!

I'm glad you had such a good, good time.

1:36 AM  

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