February 23, 2009

One Oleana, two Oleana, thr... No, wait...

Marie and the Oleanas

One week, one pattern, two hats. What can I say? I've been snowed in (not really) in a cabin in the mountains for a few days. It took a total of 9 hours and 45 minutes to get there and back too. I'm glad I knit! The gray is mine, but I foresee my mom wanting it. The purple is also mine, but M has tried to "hat nap" it a number of times already.

A big thanks to Wenche for making this pattern. I think I've knit my share of tucks for a while now...

February 16, 2009

Ahem... (and a story about cold feet and good socks)

I should probably blog...

I swear I do crafty stuff all the time, but there is not much to show for it. I blame winter... Luckily the daylight hours are getting longer every day. If I'm lucky I'll get to snap a few picutres of "stuff" tomorrow before I go to work.

I had a very nice "wooly moment" this afternoon. After crossing City Hall Square to get from work to my LYS (yarn for Oleana, Rav-link) and back again, I was boarding the ferry and could feel water from the brownish gray salted snow slush covering the city seep into my shoes, getting sucked up by the very thick wool soles in my boots, soaking my handknit wool socks thoroughly and making my toes cold and swollen. By the time I got home, after a quick stop to get groceries and wading up our steep driveway through 10 cm of fresh snow I knew there was only one thing that could help my drenched and frozen feet; Blue Faced Leicter!
My favourite socks. A gift in a sock swap a long time ago. Hand dyed, cheerful yarn. Perfectly knit socks. And I swear, Leicter The Sheep is the hottest ram in the flock. These socks have an instant warmth to them that I have not found anywhere else. I love them! Saved my afternoon they did.

Sockpal socks

After re-gaining the feeling of my pinkie toe I spun a bit and did yarny stuff. But that's a story for another day...

February 07, 2009

A lovely morning

Morning, Feb. 7th

Birthday tradition; breakfast in bed.

The rest of the day is pure me-time!

Tomorrow is mothers day here in Norway, another breakfast-in-bed-day.
Though it has just started, I know this is going to be a great week end.