Twists of Fate

Tuesday, 31 October, 2006

Happy Samhain!

Filed under: brain_dump, pagan, personal, random — moiraeknittoo @ 1:32 PM

The veil is thin, and the dead are near. The harvest is done, and we enter the dark time of the year.

I don’t know about y’all, but I’m actually looking forwrad to it for once. I could use some time to reflect and think about all the changes from this year.

Happy Samhain for those who celebrate!

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This new job is sucking all my time like a big fat…timesuckingthingy. I was able to break the gravitational pull long enough to escape to Vancouver for the weekend though! And it was lovely.

Dude! My new RLBFF (real life best friend forever) Erynn and I went up to Vancouver on Saturday for the Halloween Haunt thing there at Bridge Studios. And while I’ll get to that more in a moment, really, the highlight of the entire trip was getting to hang out with new friends Bruce and Heather at their apartment in Vancouver for about eight hours. Bruce is a fairly recognizable face, and my inner fangirl was all asquee.

But I played it cool. He and his wife are terribly lovely people. I think we all got on like a house on fire. She does lovely handcrafted jewelry with semi-precious stones (if you’re in the Vancouver area and reading this, drop me an email and I’ll try to hook you up with either shop names or will forward your info if you’re interested in meeting her for custom work), and we spent a good 30 min or so going over her work. I was most appreciative – she does a lot of different things than I’ve seen with other people’s work (Cherry Blossom Designs and Stone Lotus Creations are my main points of reference), and they tend toward bold and very colorful. I apparently was super appreciative, because she gave me a cute pair of earrings. YAY!

I’m sure Bruce (I get to call him Bruce…weeeeeeird!) wasn’t quite sure what to expect, though Erynn told me that of course they would hope that anyone she brought with her to meet them would be cool and not freaky. He’s an interesting guy – very mellow, very likeable…just a regular guy who works at a funky job for a living. They have a gingery cat with a half-tail. I can’t remember his name, but he’s a rescue and apparently hides whenever someone new is in the apartment. But he came out to greet me, and both his mom and dad were quite impressed by that. :D

Now, the Halloween Haunt! We said goodbye to B&M and headed to the Accent Inn, which is right across the street from Bridge Studios. Unfortunately, no pictures allowed during the tour, and I didn’t get a pic of the MGM sign outside that has SG1, Atlantis and something else
on the Marquee. But it was a neat experience – we got there about 15 min early after snagging a piece of pie at the diner attached to the Inn (very reasonable, I thought – $100/night for a queen double, and it was neat and clean and tidy and right across the street) we walked
over to get in line.

They had a puddle jumper there in the “lobby” of the building where everyone was lining up. I bought a single raffle ticket ($5 each!), because mama needs a new Crackberry (one of the prizes). Anyway, they were doing pictures in the puddle jumper, also for $5, so I ponied up the fiver so Erynn and I could see the main part of the craft. If you didn’t pay for a picture, you could just look at the cargo area with all the webbing and stuff. BTW, for fic type purposes, you could totally fit like 25 people in there. Standing room only, but you could squish. *G*

The tour itself was kinda lame – our main tour guide was a total dork, though cheerful enough. Our group number was 42 (we are the answer to the universe!), so you know they must just be annoyed at having to do this by now. There was one younger girl there with Downs Syndrome who was really askeered by it all, but she got through it with smiles and by clinging to the hands of her parents all the way through. Her reactions were great! It was neat to watch someone not so jaded go through the whole thing. I was usually the first through the door after the guide (I hate being boxed in like sheeps), and tried to examine all the SGA stuff as closely as possible w/out touching anything.

They wouldn’t let us w/in about 10 feet of the actual Stargate, which was sadmaking. They had put a shit ton of spider-webbing in the middle of it though, which was cute. Part of the reason no pics was that some of the sets are “live”, even though SGA is on a filming hiatus right now. They didn’t want spoiler stuff leaking to the ‘net, or so the guide said. WhatEVAH!

While not scary, the effects, makeup, set dressing and the stunts were fantastic. The whole thing is a volunteer effort, and all the money goes to the BC Childrens’ Hospital. There were about 30-35 people per group, and they still had three days to go. Not a whole shit ton of money generated from the tour itself, considering how long it must have taken to actually do up the whole thing, but still a great thing to do for a charity. And fun!

I was really dragging by the end of the tour though. I feel like I walked over half of Vancouver that weekend! We met with another FOE (Friend of Erynn) who used to be the extras wrangler for SG1, but is now making his own films. He was a great guy, and was enthusiastic about his new project – a film about the last night of Eryol Flynn’s life. He died in Vancouver, and…well, it was interesting. We were supposed to meet with another friend of hers who was also a part of SG1 at one point in time, but he was working on the set of Fantastic Four 2 and was unable to meet us. Something about shooting the helicopter scenes?

We did meet a lovely woman who had nothing to do with the entertainment business that Erynn has known for years. She’s a writer, and a pagan, and we went to a remarkable park in Burnaby:
http://www.city.burnaby.bc.ca/cityhall/departments/departments_parks/prksrc_prksan/prksrc_prksan_brnbym.html

The totems are really awesome, and it was a crystal clear day to be up that high. I have pics and will post them later. It was just super cool. We had breakfast, and a cup of tea and a nibble after the park, and by then both Erynn and I were drooping, so we dropped The Lovely Lady off at her apartment (she had three fuzzies!) and headed home.

It was a great weekend, I would totally go back to the haunted house next year, because it was cool, and hopefully meet up with the lovely lovely peoples again for a bite to eat and a chat.

And now I’m back with my nose to the grindstone, and should be getting offline to head to a meeting. Whee! Pics soon, once I extract them from the camera.

Can you believe I was in a whole ‘nother country for nearly two entire days and didn’t once think about visiting a yarn store? *gapes* I just realized that. I must be ill. Good lord!

Saturday, 21 October, 2006

Radio silence

Filed under: knitting, random — moiraeknittoo @ 10:06 AM

I swear, twice a year in knitblogland? It’s like everyone circles around the dark side of the moon. Like that bit in Apollo 13, when they’re doing the slingshot around the backside of our satellite, and everything goes “black” for a certain amount of time before they emerge on the other side back into the part lit by the sun?

Yeah, that would be MS&W and Rhinebeck for fiber fen. Bi.Zarre.

I made it through my first week of work, but am going back to sleep for a while. Because I am exhausted. And because I can. So there.

Knitting on the healing shawl will reconvene later this afternoon.

Thursday, 19 October, 2006

Coffeebots. Best. Thing. Ever.

Filed under: knitting — moiraeknittoo @ 11:37 AM

OK, so the new job is totally kicking my ass (or arse, for all you international folks…who are likely not reading this anyway). In a good way, if you can count having the equivalent of two tons of rocks strapped to your feet and then thrown into the deep end of Crater Lake good. It’s challenging, it’s nearly a vertical learning curve, and there are so many new things being stuffed into my head that I go home each day and crawl in bed before 8pm (this would be more impressively pathetic if I wasn’t getting up at the ass crack of dawn, aka 5:30am now, instead of my usual 11:30am that I grew accustomed to in my four months of unemployment).

And I’m loving it! It’s just about everything I could want in a job. I’m meeting a ton of new people, being introduced to a hella lot of new concepts, and being handed stuff and told to run with it. Now, keep in mind, most employees of this particular company apparently don’t feel like they’re up to speed until they’ve been here a year. That’s…kinda terrifying, so I’m going to put that right out of my head. It does, however, provide some measure of comfort, because feeling like I’m f-ing up all over the place here in my third day means I’m probably doing OK.

The “go home and collapse into a tiny puddle of data bits” cycle means not a lot of knitting has gotten done. I’m in the middle of a stretch of about 35 ever-increasing yet pretty plain rows, so I have managed three or four a night while trying not to fall asleep on the couch in the middle of a SG-1 third season episode. I just about cried on Monday night when the very last ep of MacGyver I have on DVD was over. Thankfully, they’re releasing Season Seven here on the 24th, and I have the two MacMovies to watch as well. But oh, what shall I do when I’m out of RDA related media?!

Stargate: Atlantis and Farscape, here I come. *G*

I got off topic here, which happens when someone mentions sci-fi stuff to me. Oh! While I love all sorts of things about my new job? The very bestest thing, without compare, is the coffeebot. What’s a coffeebot you may ask? It’s a machine that may be a Starbucks product (hereafter referred to as Charbucks, with their penchant for overroasting, but hey, it’s coffee, which means it’s all good!), and it sits in the kitchenette here in the building I spend a goodly portion of my time in. You grab one of the recycleable polystyrene cups and place it in the tray. Then you select the size & roast (pretty much house blend, decaf house blend or a mix of the two), and hit “Brew”. And it grinds the beans and brews up your cup of coffee right there.

This is just about the best thing ever. EVER! Freshly ground cups of coffee on demand with a press of three buttons. No filters to screw around with! No measuring water, or wondering how long it’s been since someone brewed up the pot! Hot, fresh, fairly OK quaility at the tips of your fingers!

I think I’m in love.

Monday, 16 October, 2006

Impatient Charlene

Filed under: dyeing, yarns — moiraeknittoo @ 10:49 AM

OK, so I am impatient and couldn’t wait for the skeins to dry before taking a picture.

Before:
Sacrificial Skeins

After:
After Dyeing

The after is still a bit damp, so it may lighten a bit at the end. Pretty much what I was looking for, so I guess I’ll just bend on over and change my name? :D

Sunday, 15 October, 2006

Dude, it works!

Filed under: dyeing, yarns — moiraeknittoo @ 6:18 PM

I did my first experiment in dyeing today! I used some Gaywool dyes that I got from Juniper Designs earlier this summer, but hadn’t had the guts to use yet. BTW, that vendor is marvelous. I got the dyes super fast in the mail, and she threw in a free sample of a lovely brown shade that I ended up using today, and which may have made the difference.

I’ll post before and after shots once the skeins are dry, but here’s the gist: I had some really lovely 50/50 alpaca/tencel blend yarn that wasn’t quite the shade I need for a project. I need a red/brick red or maroon/black set for the tri-colored Icelandic Triangle shawl from Folk Shawls, and the closest the loverly Cultured Purls had to maroon was a lovely, soft, beautiful berry color. I could’ve gotten the white, but I figured overdying the berry might work out a little better for me.

I’m done with my first skein of the really bright red yarn, and I (rightly, I think) figure that it’ll take a couple of days for the dyed skeins to dry. So I took a before shot of the skeins, and girded my loins for battle.

Now, Gaywool dyes are, as far as I can tell, the idiot proof dyes of the wool coloring world. They have all the mordants and, uh, crap in them to make the dye strike well. You just toss in a capful of the color to every 4oz of yarn into hot water, mix it up, and add the mix to a pot of boiling water. Enough to cover the yarn. And away you go!

And you know what? It really was just that simple. Since I’m aiming for a dark shade, and the lighting in the kitchen sucks, I didn’t take pics of the dyeing process. I actually read the directions first too, which was a big plus. I did remember that the skeins should probably be wet before dyeing, and since I can’t find the bottle of synthrapol I bought a while back, I just added a bit of dish detergent to the water I soaked the yarn in to get it nice and wet and ready. Which sounds kinda filthy, now that I re-read that, but we’ll let it go.

ANYWAY, I dutifully donned my mask and gloves, used some disposable things to mix the dye up, and? OK, here I have to admit that I just winged it. I had four 50g skeins, so I mixed a full cap of Tomato with a little over half a cap of Indigo, with a glomp or so of the brown. Tossed it in a clean, used Fage Greek Yogurt tub (btw, if you haven’t had that? DIVINE! Especially with honey!), which was 2/3 full of the hottest water from the tap (very hot, btw, and it’s scalded me on more than one occasion), and stirred with a plastic knife. Voila! A scary looking mix of…something.

Once the pot on the stove was boiling, I added the dyestuff, stirred it up and then gingerly lowered the sacrifical yarn in. According to the directions, 80% of the dye will strike in the first four minutes. D’oh! This is where some random kitchen implement came in handy. It’s a big…fork. A meat fork, or something, that the previous occupant left behind. It’s now dedicated to turning over limp, heavy, uncooperative skeins of yarn that are swishing around in boiling, stinky (from the yarn, not the dye), scary looking vats of dye.

I flipped, I turned, I lifted and let drain, and generally poked and prodded it for the first four minutes as directed. I do wonder if I felted the damn skeins, but since they always look completely pathetic and bedraggled when they’re wet, I can’t really tell here at the end. Anyway, I very gently swished them around every few minutes for 30 mintues total, then turned off the heat and wandered away to do some reading.

Something like three hours later, I remembered that I had been in the middle of a project, and went to check on everything. I’m fairly surprised, but pleased to say that the bath almost completely exhausted. I think I used a bit more dye than necessary (I was thinking 50g was more like 2.2oz, instead of the 1.7636981 ounces the google calculator tells me it is), so I’m not surprised the water had a faint rusty brown tinge to after removing the yarn.

The yarn itself? Holy cow if it dries to what I think it’ll be, I managed to get nearly the exact shade I was looking for. How ’bout that?! Spank my ass and call me Charlene if I really did get it right the first time.

Anyway, I’ll post in a couple of days once the skeins are dry with before and after pictures. I’m doing a bit of a Harlot and am attemping to resist the urge to turn the heat on until it’s absolutely necessary. Of course, she lives in Canada, and I’m in the fairly temperate, if soggy, Seattle, so my determination to make it until November seems pretty wussy in comparison.

So, it’ll be a couple of days until the skeins are ready for a photo shoot. I hope to have knit the shawl to the point where I *need* the skeins by then, but with the New Job (bwee!) starting on Tuesday, who the hell knows what’ll happen.

Stay tuned!

Wednesday, 11 October, 2006

How do you spell relief?

Filed under: brain_dump, personal — moiraeknittoo @ 2:51 PM

E-M-P-L-O-Y-E-D!

A little over twenty four hours ago I was pondering my bank account balance and wondering if I should spend what little there was in it on a waterproof jacket so I could panhandle at the freeway on-ramp.

This morning, I had a phone interview with A Huge Ebil Empire of a corporation. Nice guy, but I thought I’d tanked the interview. I’ve not been sleeping well at all, and I’d only had about three hours before our scheduled 8am chat. And then he called and said he was stuck on a bus and could we aim for 10am? Which, frankly, was probably a good thing. I sucked down another pot of coffee and caught a power nap, and was ready and mostly conscious by the 10:30 call.

Long story short? I start a contract position next week. He told the agency he didn’t need a face to face, and could we have me start on Monday?

O_O

They have to order some accoutrements (oh, a laptop. my preccciiiouuuussssss!) and get my accounts set up and all that, so it might be next Wednesday. But dude!

Employed again! At a very decent hourly rate, with a four month minimum AND, glory be, they’re including benefits. Medical, dental and vision.

If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go have a happy nervous little breakdown in the living room. I think petting some fiber might help ground me in my new happy reality.

Wednesday, 4 October, 2006

Geez they’re nice.

Filed under: knitting, spinning-fleece — moiraeknittoo @ 10:28 AM

I stopped by Cultured Purls yesterday to pick up a small bottle of Eucalan wool wash to send along with Ze Mohair Sweater. I mentioned that was why I was in the store, and the folks behind the counter insisted on seeing the sweater. So I ran back out to the car, and brought it inside, and maybe I’m all PMSing or whatever, but man.

I cried.

Most of the folks I know around me in RL don’t knit. They don’t spin either, and frankly my family thinks I’m insane. I’ve apparently gone mad and my stash is an indicator of my looniness. I know we all giggle at the Yarn Harlot’s tips on dealing with people like that, and they were funny. Until they happened to me, and now it’s not really that funny, and is mostly a source of sadness, because they don’t get it and make no effort to.

Anyway, these ladies know their knitting, and they were so kind. She pointed out how lovely the tension was throughout the entire sweater, and exclaimed over it being my first. She ran a finger over the decreasing at the yoke, and said it looked fabulous. She asked what kind of needles I used, and did I move from oh, a 15 to something smaller (which it does), and then beamed and said that must be how the sweater gets its shaping (she was right on). We giggled over the one sleeve where I didn’t join it to the body correctly (there’s a row of purl bumps on the outside), and how the recipient will always know which way to wear the sweater if she keeps that sleeve on the same side.

For all the keeping in touch we do online, I have very few people in my real life (or “meat space”, which is such a gross way to describe it) who know or appreciate knitting. I was totally taken off guard by this reaction yesterday. I didn’t even buy the yarn for this sweater in the store, though I have spent a goodly amount there and think their new space is absolutely gorgeous and I will be going back more often. But there she was, enthusing over a completed project, and I was so gratified that once I paid for my teeny bottle of wool wash, I went back out to my car and burst into tears.

The acknowledgement of the time, and effort, and, frankly, love that goes into making something by hand, by people who KNOW, and who do it themselves? Took me out at the knees. But in a really nice way.

Today, I need to finish brushing up my resume, and returning some calls, and then it’s time to scour the SSP yarn, and possibly put another fleece in to wash. Oh! The last one was actually a Cormo/Targhee cross fleece, and this one that’s about to get wet is the Polwarth. My bad. Same supplier, which is Nancy Ortmann (mtwool AT nemontel DOT net), and it’s fabulous. She’s out of fleeces for 2006, but just got some roving in, and will take reservations for 2007! [/pimping]

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