Ladies and gentlemen, the long drought has ended. It's been 94 days, the 87% True Fringe tour is over and with its cessation, so too does Creampuff cease . . . to wear pants. Fly free!
So, uh . . . now what?
This move to Vancouver has been, to quote playwright Stewart Lemoine, disorienting in a really immediate and gratifying way. It's easy to wrap your head around the IDEA of being in a new place but it's those little realities that conspire to either delight you or trip you up. Stuff like:
*Wanting to cash a cheque/mail a gift/go for pancakes/get some sweet, sweet liquor and realizing that you don't know where the bank/post office/best cake house in town/closest hooch shop is.
*Craving chocolate and finding a Purdy's. PURDY'S!! Where have you BEEN all my life?
*Hearing a weird little yipping sound and wondering if it's your new shoes squeaking, until you look down and realize you've stepped on one of those tiny, tiny Yaletown "dogs". Sorry, Mookie.
*Forgetting to put on moisturizer because, it's, like, moist enough here already.
*When you see a Starbucks and think "I see a Starbucks", by the time you've finished the thought, there's another Starbucks.
Crazy stuff, people. So what grounds a girl when she's feelin' all liminal and shit? That's right - KNITTING.
Yesterday afternoon, Katr and I took an exciting trip down Main Street to visit Three Bags Full, a new yarn shop that just opened. It's lovely in there; friendly staff and yummy fibre. I picked up a couple of exciting new things and Katr bought me a couple of knitting magazines - knitting porn, if you will. I spent some time alone in bed with them last night. It was . . . ahem . . . nice. If you know what I mean. And I think you do.
Chgi's Birthday Scarf
As long-time readers may recall, Chgi and I stopped on our way out of Toronto to buy yarn for a birthday scarf that I would knit him as we drove across the country. The scarf, like our trip, had its ups and downs, but in the end, I must say it worked out nicely. I just hope that Chgi doesn't look too closely at the end of the scarf, where I ran out of brown and had to skip a couple of rows. Close call, my friends. Here is Chgi modelling the scarf. If you're wondering, he is also modelling his kicky street jive for "East Vancouver". HOT.
Jaro's Hairy Sack
Four months late, I finally presented my brother Jaro with the felted bag I made him for his birthday. Fortunately, he's just moved to Victoria, so he'll be wearing jackets to protect himself from the itchy hairiness of the sack. Unfortunately, he's just moved to Victoria, where rain makes wool real wet n' heavy. Enjoy!!
The Femiknit Mafia rocked my world by sending me a couple of toggles I could use for the closure of Jaro's itchy bag and here's a close-up of the toggle I went with. In person, it looked okay, but in this picture, the thing looks so poorly sewed it's like I did it with my feet. Clearly, I need to work on my finishing skills.
I'm DYING to post pictures of some mystery knitting I recently finished, 'cause I'm pretty sure the 8 3/4 months pregnant recipient isn't following the ol' blog that closely. But in case she IS, I'm going to hold off 'til it's had a chance to actually get there. Because I'm not an ANIMAL.
