End of Season

Lobster fishing season doesn’t end with as much fan fare as it opens, but it is met with a different kind of excitement: traps come out of the water to be overhauled; trucks and trailers laden with them line the wharves and roads. The day that started grey and overcast brightened by the end but still with a nip in the air: the perfect weather to end the season and mark an unofficial beginning of summer.

I Shouldn’t Have Tempted Fate: #KnitFail 3.0

Two weeks ago I wrote about how I screwed up the pattern (for the second time) of the toy airplane I was knitting. I cheekily said at the end that it was just the propellers left. Surely I wouldn’t have to write about a third issue with the project.


You know what they say about tempting fate….


There it is; my floppy propellor.  It’s like a handlebar moustache after too much Tequila.


Seriously, there are no more words.


So I cut it off.  And reknit it on smaller needles so it would be stiffer.  The result was much better:






Toy Airplane

Pattern: Airplane Toy

Yarn: Bernat Cottontots (a variety of colours from my stash)

Needles: 4.0 mm Knitter’s Pride Marblz Interchangeables; 3.5 Knit Picks Harmony Straights

Last thoughts: It actually turned out really cute. And despite my idiotic mistakes, it was an easy pattern. I’m definitely glad I tried it. I like my modification for a smaller needle size for propellor; next time I’d knit the body in the round.


An End and a Beginning

After months of being “almost done” I finally settled in and finished the afterthought heels on my Rainbow socks:


And best of all – it’s my first Christmas gift done (only 6 months to the big day – Yikes!)

Rainbow Socks

Pattern: Sock Recipe

Yarn: Knit Picks Felici Rainbow (new Felici colours are now available – Yay!)

Needles: 2.25 mm Knit Picks Nickel Plated DPNs

#KnitFail: Toy Airplane Edition Version 2.0

I swear I am not a complete idiot. I may not be a rocket scientist, but I have a somewhat reasonable grasp of the English language. I’ve always considered myself someone who enjoys reading. I believe my comprehension level is somewhere in the average range. I’ve managed to hold down a job for 20+ years. I feed and dress myself daily. (OK, so my success with those two is somewhat relative, but I haven’t starved or left the house naked). So, for the love of God, why am I having so much trouble reading this freaking pattern?!?


Still reeling from the debacle that was the-sewing-on-of-the-wings, I cheerfully cast on the tail. I didn’t have oodles of free time this week, so it was sporadic knitting at best. I’m telling myself that’s why I didn’t notice that the tail was completely out of scale with the rest of the plane.



It’s like it’s wearing the dunce hat that was meant for me.  I was convinced I’d done it according to the pattern and I knew I wouldn’t be happy (as per #KnitFail Version 1.0), so I decided to knit another wing and it would work for the tail. That was when I saw it: cast on 30 stitches, not the 40 I had done. That’s very different.  About this much different:


And on the plane, it looks, well, like a tail should:


It’s just the propellor left. For the love of all that is good and holy, I hope I don’t have to write #KnitFail Version 3.0


PS:  The original tail is pinned on roughly; even I wasn’t delusional enough to sew it on.

Diary of a Sock Construction

It feels like I’ve been knitting these socks forever. And looking at my Instagram feed, it certainly feels that way.  Apparently, these socks began their life at Groundfish meeting in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, in March.


They then travelled to a Harbour Authority conference in Moncton, NB:


And passed some time waiting for a meeting with the federal Minister of Fisheries (they didn’t come out for that meeting though):


They then kept me company on a conference call:


And went on the ferry (the early trip usually means a lot of travel cups of coffee):


Then there was another conference call over lunch (they had to wait while I ate my sandwich)


Sock number two began in Dartmouth, NS, as well:


While sock number one was finished during the Survivor finale:


The socks returned to Dartmouth for another meeting:


The heel was turned in St. Andrews, NB, at the Bay of Fundy Seafood Forum:


And I took yet another conference call:


Today, we went back to Dartmouth where they started.  And fittingly, that’s where they were finished too.


All but a couple of rows of the toe decrease. Voila, a freshly finished Friday project: