Knitting Techniques

Over the course of knitting the pogies I’ve been refreshed on a few techniques and even had to learn a few. Last friday I took the train to Kingston and decided pogies could be my train project. I gathered the yarn, a few patterns to choose from and the only sets of dpns that I had (yes I made it work!) and headed off to the train station. I cast on waiting in the line and realized that it had been a while since I did any knitting in the round. “How do you join the first row?” Unfortunately no one else in the line knew. So I racked my brain and after the first unsuccessful attempt tried what would logically make sense and I thought I could vaguely remember. I crossed the first and last cast on stitch and away I went. Worked well enough for me.

The rest of the pogie was pretty straight forward, until it got time to sew up the top with the Kitchener stitch, not something I could rack my brain for as I’d never done it.
Here’s the problem with knitting and traveling (for me at least). The library of books and other goodies doesn’t come with you. Had I been at home I could have easily looked in any of the numerous books or magazines I have to figure it out. Unfortunately was without my gear. But, in the age of technology, you’re really only every a wireless connection away from the answer. Which is how I looked up the kitchener stitch and then proceeded to misinterpret it and bungle the whole thing. I just left it an carried on. When I returned home I ripped it out, re-read the instructions in a book and figured out my error. and viola! all fixed.

I like that knitting keeps my on my toes. Always learning and re-learning

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Pogies!

As the days get shorter, so too is the temperature dropping, making it increasingly chilly in the mornings, especially on the water. The solution, pogies! They’re mitts made especially for rowing; they have holes on one or both sides to slip over the oar. The result, mitts you can wear over your oar, allowing your hands the same amount of control, but with a bit of warmth! I found this pattern from RowNW, which they offer for free¬†here. It’s also available on Ravelry.

First Pogie Ever

So far I’ve only finished the one pogie, but still one nonetheless. One step closer to warm hands in the morning.

Outside Hand

Now I just have to knit faster so I’ll have them both in time for the next chilly morning.

Oh the Things You’ll See

Over the last few weeks I’ve seen a few things that really just left me smiling, (or bewildered).

 

The Commute

On my commute home from the rowing club I have a particularly long hill to surmount. It dips down into a valley and then back up again. It adds an element of challenge and exhilaration to my ride. For the last few mornings now, as I’ve been huffing and puffing up the hill I’ve seen an older woman (at least 60) barreling down this hill on a scooter! Not a motorized, almost a bike scooter, but a self-powered scooter that I imagine school children touring around on in their driveways. She’s fully loaded up with a purse over one shoulder and a bag over the other, gripping tightly as she applies pressure to the back brake. No helmet, just enjoying the wind in her hair as she whizzes down the hill.

It brings a smile to my face that she’s embraced such a novel method of commuting, but also sends me into a bit of a panic at the thought of her hitting a twig or rock on the sidewalk. I have yet to pass her at the bottom of the hill, so who knows, maybe she eventually gets off and walks.

 

 

 

Shredded

As I was biking home today I heard (the now unmistakable) sound of a flat tire riding on its rim. I also smelled the burnt rubber. I’m my now paranoid state of tire failure I quickly glanced down to check my own. As I suspected, all was well, for me. I did notice the rear wheel of the car next to me was completely deflated, and the driver continued to drive along. I imagine it had been a while, because the rim had started to shred the entire tire. I sympathized with him. That’s not a great way to start the day.

 

Pocket Full of Love

On the weekend I was away at a rowing regatta. The weather was beautiful, lots of old friends, it was a great way to spend the saturday outside. While walking around watching the races I saw this:

Kitten in a Sweater

Turns out that he was a friend of a friend. I thought I was pointing out an adorable little kitten in a guy’s¬†sweater, and she was happy to see a friend from the past. What are the chances!? So she proceeded to do some catching up and provide the kitten with a play-thing.

Playing with the cherry mittens

Chewing Away

Thanksgiving, Finally

This year’s Thanksgiving was a little different. I spent it in Kingston with my boyfriend’s family. They are in the process of rebuilding the cottage, and so are living in a camper when they go down on the weekends. We had Thanksgiving on the BBQ and dined in the half finished cottage.

 

Our Makeshift Table

 

 

Inside the Future Cottage

 

 

Post Dinner.

 

We’ve migrated to the camper because it got just a little too chilly inside the unfinished cottage. Just about to enjoy some delicious pumpkin pie.

Busy Busy

This week has, and will continue to be a little crazy. I’ve a few large assignments due and our first sprint race coming up at Brock Invite this saturday.

I have a few things to share (pictures, hurray), including a view of my “interesting” Thanksgiving, and sweater updates.

Stay Tuned!

Deflated

It’s been a few days now, so the rage and frustration has subsided, which will hopefully make this a bit more constructive than it might have been otherwise.

My days begin at 4:30. I get up, take a quick glance at the weather (both via the window and online), dress accordingly, grab a very quick bite to eat and then head downstairs to grab my bike. This bike is my baby. It’s pretty close to brand new, but I ride it almost daily, so it’s got at least 500km on it. It’s wonderful. It makes my morning commute enjoyable and quick! I get a bit excited as I get it from my storage locker.

Back to my day. My commute takes me about 25 min (20 on a good day). The first half of my ride is through a valley, lots of hills, no stoplights and chillier temperatures. As I get closer to the city I can feel a change in the temperature. The ride becomes less fluid. There’s lots of stopping, dodging and turning. The other morning I was about halfway through my ride and in the bike lane ahead of me I noticed some serious broken glass (you can see where this is going). Not wanting anything to happen to my baby, I “dodged” it as best I could without cutting across two lanes of traffic. Great. Mission accomplished. Or so I thought. Now I’d never had a flat, but no longer will I worry that I might continue riding unaware of tragedy that has befallen your tire. You know. It just doesn’t feel right; rather squishy. I got this feeling about a min after the glass sighting.

Now for a little bit of context. I bike to get to rowing practice. I need next to nothing at practice . So…in order to save time finding things in the morning, and to keep my travels light, I bring almost nothing. A bag with flip flops, extra sweater and a lock is about all I have. No cash, no wallet, no subway pass. I did however start bringing my phone. Thankfully.

Fast forward to me stranded just under half way to the club, destroyed tire, and no way to get home or to practice in a reasonable time. Thankfully there are lots of others who bike in the mornings as well. Luckily I had brought my phone. Katie came to my rescue with cab fare and we made it to practice, all the while hoping there would be someone on the way home that could give me a lift to the subway.

After practice one of the men was kind enough to give me (and my poor bike) a lift all the way home. Where I limped it all the way to the bike shop. The fine gentlemen in the store wrangled the 1/4″ of green bottle glass out of the tire, replaced the whole back wheel and within 15 min I was back on the road. Good as new.

Moral of the story. I now travel with wallet, phone, subway pass, patch kit and a fully charged phone. Not to mention heightened vigilance on the road.

There's a big chunk of glass in there

 

Brand New Tire, Hole Free