mugs

I am beginning to realize that I actually might just be a bit of a bad blogger. Oops.

In other news, I am slightly very bored at work today. I've officially started my full contract position and almost officially over my cold if I could ever get this phlegm to leave my body.

I've learned that my favourite mugs at work are the collection we seem to have of ones with faces on them with noses that stick out and make wonderful finger rests and pseudo-handle grips. The one I am rocking today is the sick one that has a thermometer sticking out of it's mouth. I would have used it earlier this week and last week but I only discovered it today in the back of the cabinet.

I've also mastered stranding knitting in the last little while. Okay, maybe mastered is a little too strong a word. However, saying that I have gotten good enough at it to make people ooh and aah and not notice the little occasional puckers from still learning how to balance out floats across double-pointed needles is definitely true.

Yes, I made that. Unfortunately after reading multiple comments on ravelry about how the mittens are mostly too long for people in the fingers, and worrying about what I was going to do to make them fit my slightly un-naturally small hands, I ended up misreading/assuming I knew how the pattern went from the thumb up and forgot a repeat of the pattern which made the mittens a tad bit too small. Which is why I'm blocking them, which will hopefully stretch them enough to allow my fingers at least to be able to wiggle straightened rather than curved at a 45 degree angle.

Otherwise I am set for a good old Canadian winter. Well, at least my hands will be.

[note: mittens are made from the Tiffany pattern on Knitty.]

One for the Canadians

I don't know how Americans last until November to have Thanksgiving. I am a serious turkey-er and by this time of the year I am yenning the works so hardcore that when my mother even suggests we go to Swiss Chalet for our Thanksgiving dinner [well, to give her -some- credit, she is still recovering from a hysterectomy AND they left for Italy tonight so...yes] I'm almost in tears for fear of one less turkey.

Maybe that just shows how pathetic I am. Anyways.

I love Thanksgiving, it probably comes in second to Christmas for me mostly because I love food and at Easter people seem to favour ham, which I do not.

And to go along with the whole food topic, Kyleman and I are in hot debates on air-popped vs. bagged popcorn and whether the different types of pasta [ie. spaghetti, linguine, bow-tie, penne, etc.] actually matter, especially when it comes to sauce. I personally think they do, Kyle does not. He never seems to get cravings for certain pastas, where as I'll get a penchant for bow-ties or penne vs. a longer noodle - this is especially put to practice when debating whether I want a tomato sauce, a meaty tomato sauce, an alfredo sauce, rose....the list goes on and on.

 It so totally matters.

And with that, said sauce needs a'stirring.
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving to all!

on demand

I've worked all weekend doing this:

In case anyone is wondering about the slightly old school fabric covering my lap, well, it went very well with my old school costume of Victorian wear. Oh yes, rocking it 1850s style.

wedding speeches.

It's here. The final week before the final bridesmaid wedding of the season.

And it's making me go, "AAAAAAH!"

 Especially right now as I'm trying to write a suitable wedding speech. Most of my thoughts revolve around individual sentences; even the story I am trying to throw in it [I was forbidden to tell any embarrassing stories about the bride, I can't think of any embarrassing stories about the groom that don't involve the bride and well, wedding speeches suck without one embarrassing story] seems to be an entity of its own.

In other non-brain-melting news, today's weather was refreshingly fall-like which let me whip out one of my favourite light sweaters and jeans and not feel like a knob wearing a sweater in the summertime. I like sweaters.

thunderstorms and P&P

I've been a very naughty blogger. Obviously I am very bad at updating and although I could blame it on the fact that my life has seemed a frizzy little blur does not seem like a good enough excuse.

I have, however, fallen back in love with Pride and Prejudice [not that I ever fell out of love in the first place; more just a re-acquaintance with an old lover]. After picking the book up for a more literal emotional pick-me-up, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy have once again become my favourite love story. Especially now that I have watched [by force] The Notebook [note: I did not particularly like it. James Garner was the best part/person of the entire movie]. It is so wonderful and lovely and....lurvealicious.

But then again, Jane Austen does that to me. Some people critique her books because all of them end in marriage. But what is so wrong with marriage - the moral of the story is true love that happens to end in the standard of today. I'm sure if Elizabeth and Darcy lived today they really would be more of a Bridget Jones and Mark Darcy combination [which is, in case you haven't noticed, a parallel to Pride and Prejudice]. Alongside the fact of it being social standard for marriage, every "happily ever after" marriage Austen ends the story with is one of true loves: if you met your true love, wouldn't you want to be married to them if you couldn't live with them otherwise?

But that is just my opinion.
I think I shall reread Emma next.

Unfortunately for me, I seem to be gaining a cough. It started out as a once in the morning thing only now to be coughing every couple minutes as I lay in bed. Oh dear. As my mother is on medical leave from work, I as her nurse [hehe] should not be getting sick. Especially as I would still be the one expected to get up and get things.

On an ending note: I think someone should bring back the curtsy.  Just sayin'

Garter toss

I've discovered garters are a very tricky thing to knit, especially when it's not to go on your own thigh but someone else who won't measure her thigh circumference.

 
I've also just realized that part of one of the elastics is coming off. EEK!
Sheesh.

chapel bells

I had the lovely experience of being lovely Lici's MoH on the weekend. It was stressful and [incredibly] wonderful all at the same time.

Beautiful.

It also reaffirmed the fact that these ladies are not just my friends, but my family.

It also made me very afraid for the time when I get to plan my own wedding. Oh dear lord. When Kyle and I collapsed on his bed late Saturday night, all I could ask was, "can we just go to City Hall?"

Really the thing I am most excited for is my dress and veil. Mostly the veil. I'm pretty sure it is the veil that makes the bride real.

Also something I will definately look for in a venue is nice chairs without needing chair covers. No chair covers, sil vous plait.