You've got your traveling sock in hand with a need to acquire mojo. You really don't want another letter from the TSA (traveling sock association) so you've decided to do all you can to satisfy the rules and regulations.
You go to where the celebrity is doing a book signing, just so you don't have to wait around or pay someone to wait around to alert you when the celebrity emerges.
So there's a long line up. You don't need to deal with that. Just getting a picture of the sock with the celebrity in the background should be good enough.
Good picture of the sock, but with my dime store camera, lousy picture of celebrity. So to the line-up I go. Bonus...there is a woman from celebrity's camp who is giving out handfuls of recipes that are off the website.
Finally get to celebrity and sheepishly admit that any book of hers that I wanted signed was forgotten at home. Don't admit that while I want to buy her latest book, I'm too cheep to buy the hard cover version and am waiting for it to come out in paperback. Tell her that you did stand in line so that you could get a picture of her holding your traveling sock.
Debbie Macomber was most obliging. She even asked if she should appear to be knitting on the sock for the photo.
Okay so it's not true celebrity stalking, but I got my photo and didn't get arrested. That's what I call a good day!
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
- Pick up a copy of you favorite magazine. In this case it is Interweave Knits.
- Open said magazine and walk by unsuspecting unimaginative person.
- Accidentally (on purpose as you must aim at this point) have subscription card fall on the lap of the unsuspecting unimaginative person.
ME: Oops, did I drop something?
UUP: (looks at card) Hmmm what a great birthday gift idea.
My birthday had come and gone so I figured that after three days, I must take matters into my own hands. DH may be slow but he is not so dense to ignore the warning signs. He came home last Monday to tell me that a subscription was a done deal. However, my work was not yet done.
ME: Well kids, I suppose I should get around to making myself a birthday cake.
Kids: Yeah!
Last night DH came home with this. (13 days AFTER my birthday)
It's a chocolate truffle cake with raspberry butter cream from the Ottawa Bagel Shop. In one word....HEAVENLY!
He did do a good job even if he did need MAJOR coaxing and subtle-as-a-train-wreck hints. Maybe next year this will all happen a little closer to the actual day.
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
When I close my eyes I never know what images are going to come to me in my sleep. Last week I dreamt that I was in a large room that reminded me of a warehouse. There were many people seated at long cafeteria type tables, all oblivious to a woman seated at a table in a corner.
That woman was Jejune. She was surrounded by a pile of books and was there for a book signing. I'm sorry to say that she was not busy at all. In fact no one was coming to see her. As a friend, I went over to say hello and chat.
In her last blog post I have learnt that she has sent off a book proposal (and for this I wish her all the luck in the world). I have no idea what it's about, but in my dream she had written a book about socks. Not a design or pattern book, but a book about the subject of socks. At least I found the subject fascinating even if no one else in the dream did.
So Jejune, not that you need any inspiration for your mind is vastly creative, I thought I should post a pix of my latest pair of socks.
This is my first pair using Knit Picks Bare sock yarn that I dyed. I was going to give the socks to the teen (because of the colours) , but I like how they turned out.
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
My birthday has come and gone along with my anniversary. It was marked by me getting up for work and then driving into Ottawa for dinner and a movie with DH. Not very exciting....yes I know. But it was one of those big fat ugly birthdays that a woman doesn't want to acknowledge and breaks out in hives at the mere mention of the number. I really just wanted to get the day over and done with, so I could go back to bed and pretend that the day never happened.
But what I can't play pretend about is a lack of a gift from DH. Yes you read that correctly, he didn't get me anything. I didn't even get a cake.
Fortunately, I covered him, once again. Last Saturday, while he and the kids were watching the Buskers Festival, I was at Knit-Knackers buying something for myself.
Eleven 100g skeins of Louet Gems Merino light worsted weight in cherry red for a price that I could not pass up. I did get the DPNs sets that were the original reason I went to the store. So the yarn was just a bonus. Happy Birthday to me!!!
Actually, if truth be told I also went there to give Emily (the nice gal who works there) her gift. It's her birthday today. She is a wonderful person despite the fact she knits socks on DPNs that look like broom handles.
Look carefully, it's my first happy clappy. What a fun scarf to knit and unravel, so much so I think that I've almost changed my mind about scarf knitting. It's made with Lullaby by Berroco that I got from my stash. Yah gotta like that.
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
DH and I were at the movies a few weeks ago. There I was minding my own business watching the trailers, when what appears on the screen.
A trailer......for the movie: Australia.
DH: What do you think that it would take to keep you from seeing that movie?
Funny man!!
My only hope is that the movie and the accompanying tourism ad campaign don't make people flock to Australia to the point that prices skyrocket to the point that I'll never be able to afford to return.
In other movie news
Here's a movie for Jejune.
Beverly Hills Chihuahua
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
I am three degrees from the Kevin Bacon.The trivia game Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon is based on a variation of the concept of the small world phenomenon and states that any actor can be linked through his or her film roles to actor Kevin Bacon. The game requires a group of players to try to connect any film actor in history to Kevin Bacon as quickly as possible and in as few links as possible. The game was played across various college campuses in the early 1990s.[citation needed] Its name is a pun on the concept of six degrees of separation. In 2007, Bacon started a charitable organization named SixDegrees.org.
In 2001, while I was living on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Kevin Bacon was there filming the movie Trapped. After hours some of the cast and crew, of the movie, took advantage of the local nightlife. Here is where I get my degrees.
My friend just happens to be in the same bar as a rather drunk co-star Charlize Theron. They have an encounter, of which he is rather vague. Whether his vagueness was because he was married at the time or if he was there officially as an RCMP officer...he wouldn't say.
So me to my friend=1 degree
My friend to Charlize Theron= 2 degrees
Charlize to Kevin Bacon= 3 degrees
Now I do know a guy who was an extra in the movie. (They used a local highway for a scene in the movie and asked for people to drive up and down the highway as part of the back ground). So I could say that I am 2 degrees from Kevin but the guy I know is a total jerk and probably never even talked to Kevin. That, and the three degrees story is better.
So there you have it, my total involvement with Kevin Bacon.
On a knitting note, the owner of the wool shop told me that on a day when they couldn't film because of rain (it was BC after all) a whack of of the crew came in to buy knitting supplies. Shows that they have good taste.
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
Voice in my head: Remember to always tie your skein in three places when you block it.
Me: Yes!
Voice in my head: Remember to always tie your skein in three places when you block it.
Me: Absolutely!
Voice in my head: Remember to always tie your skein in three places when you block it.
Me: I've got it ingrained in my inner most being, I'll never forget. Thank you voice in my head.
Voice in my head: Remember to always tie your skein in three places when you throw said skein into the dye pot.
Me: Yes!
I think that the voice in my head should have reminded me on that last point a couple of more times.
I have no words to describe what I went through to fix the brain fart I had when I dyed this skein.....even though the other three skeins, dyed at the same time some how managed to get themselves tied securely.
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,
The Fibreholic
