Off the Needles

It feels like it’s time for a knitting update. Ironically, this is because I think I have the beginnings of a repetitive strain injury and I’m on a self-imposed knitting break for at least a week. Which totally sucks, I have to say. I’ve actually been knitting more lately (possibly at the expense of my writing) and not being able to do it is kind of frustrating. So, since I can’t knit, I’ll write about knitting!

Some of these I knitted while pregnant. Some have come off the needles after a length of time I try not to think about. Some are (relatively) new.

Off the needles in the last little while, we have:

A cunning hat for KRH


A sweet sweater for KRH


Another sweater for KRH


Socks for Mark

Okay, these ones only took… three years. They ended up being a third anniversary present, when he was supposed to wear them to our wedding. I also recently finished his wedding present, which was also a third anniversary present – that’ll be it’s own blog post when it’s finished (it needs buttons!).


Hats for KRH, Mark, and my Dad

All my men got matching hats for birthday (KRH, Mark) and Christmas (Dad). This picture doesn’t really do them justice, but the sun was setting and I was in a rush.


Another hat for Dad

Dad needed another hat.


Not listed here are numerous dishcloths (which I knit when I can’t sleep), dish scrubbies (Christmas gifts galore now that I’ve discovered scrubby yarn), the socks for me (which only needed the ends woven in and sat in my knitting pile for an embarrassingly long time before I did it), mittens for KRH (they don’t fit and I can’t find them right now and never grabbed a picture), and crocheted snowflakes (for our nature table).

Wow, when you list it all out, it’s no wonder I’m working on an RSI! Hopefully I’ll get back to it soon.

Four Years and Four Weeks



Four years and four weeks ago, I sat down at a table in a local family restaurant, not knowing for a moment that my life was about to change.


It had been a rough year for me, you see: I had moved from Grande Prairie back to my hometown and I was struggling to fit back in.  I was still living out of boxes in parent’s basement (until I found a place of my own) and my former high school friends had their own lives.  A lot changes when you haven’t lived at home for seven years.


I wasn’t going to do NaNoWriMo that year.  I had decided it.  It was too much trouble and too much stress.  The last two years had been marginal successes, at best.  And I didn’t need that kind of stress in my life.  Or so I had told myself.  Of course, my friends, and fate, had other plans.  When I expressed the above to a good friend, she immediately shut down all of my rational excuses why I wouldn’t be writing a novel in a month.  Instead, she gave me a new challenge: “write 5,000 words and meet new friends.”


I wrote 5,000 words that first weekend and just kept going.  You see, for the first time since I had started NaNo, I was spending a significant amount of time around people like me: other Wrimos.  That changed everything, including my outlook on writing.  Of course, I was writing a horrible Mary Sue fanfic that shall never see the light of day… but I was writing.  And having fun.  And meeting people!


And then, November 14, 2008 came.  The day when I innocently sat all alone at a table at the Ricky’s.  You see, fate had plans for me that day; thank goodness it’s more clever than I was.


I wasn’t alone for long.  One of the other Wrimos that I had sort-of-befriended came to keep me from feeling too lonely.  Then the Municipal Liaison at the time sat two “shy” girls at the table.  Of course, the four of us ended up singing songs from Harry Potter Puppet Pals, but who cares?  We were having fun, and I was hanging out with people that got me.  I was smiling.


And then someone else joined the table.  A young man with an amusing shirt, a hat, and an engaging smile.  I don’t really remember much else about what he looked like then, but I do recall that I couldn’t seem to stop talking to him.  I still haven’t stopped.


Three weeks ago, four years and one week to the day that we had met, that man asked me to marry him.


Of course, I said yes.  The last four years have been among the most amazing and life changing years ever.  He has laughed with me, cried with me, grieved with me, and grown with me.  He has challenged my beliefs and everything I thought that I wanted from life without ever making me feel like less of a person.  He has supported me without question no matter what was going right or wrong in my life.  He stood by my side when my world crumbled around me, and he was still there when the chaos stopped.


He constantly inspires me to aim for new heights, both as a writer and a person, mostly without even trying.  He pushes me to be better, to do better, and to set goals that I never would have otherwise considered.  He always listens to me vent when I just need to vent, but offers amazingly insightful advice when that’s what I need.  He likes my friends and loves my family (and I love his).  He completes me in nearly every way that it is physically and emotionally possible to do so, and I find myself loving him even more every day.


I don’t have the words to express how honored and humbled I am to have found him and I cannot wait to celebrate the next phase of our lives together, in front of the family and friends that have helped to shape us and our relationships.  I love him more than any mere words can say, and I cannot wait to see what other plans fate has in store for us.

So… This Happened



This happened.




Then this happened.


All in all, it’s been a pretty amazing week so far (and it’s not over yet!).  Some highlights include:

  • Tea with friends new and old
  • Meeting an adorable pair of newlyweds and some newcomers at the Meet and Greet
  • Writing in a neat little bagel shop we discovered
  • Reaching my 50K in NaNo (and promptly doing nothing for 48 hours afterwards)
  • Overdosing on candy
  • Finding the perfect gift for my ML Secret Santa
  • Petting a shark and a ray
  • Eating my first sushi boat
  • Visiting the Office of Letters and Light and learning that I look great in a Viking hat
  • Watching a beautiful Pacific Octopus charm the employees of the aquarium
  • Baby Ostriches!!!
  • Dim sum in China Town
  • Meeting colourful characters on the streets of San Fran


Watch for more pictures and updates next week, as I’ll have more to share soon!  Tomorrow, we bike across the Golden Gate.  Wish my rear end luck (it’ll need it).  Until then?


Have a baby ostrich.