bristol boom.

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I cast on a new project yesterday: the Bristol Hat, by Amy Christoffers. There was a pattern sale last week, and I love the understated chevron-y goodness of this hat. The friend who is the fastest and most excellent new knitter ever, J., ¬†invited me over yesterday afternoon, and we enjoyed wine, cheese, pears, and knitting. I wanted to knit on something I could pay a little less attention to than the Avery cowl, so I grabbed this pattern off of my desk and went scavenging for yarn. I came up with this skein of Fiesta Baby Boom, which I bought years ago fully intending to knit it into man socks. That’s not happening, but this hat is! (Boom.)

2dec2

We got this dusting of snow on the final evening of November. It had melted by the time the sun went down.

2dec4

All of this cold weather makes me want to snuggle with handknits. (And Boh. More on that below.) I want to cast on ten new squishy warm things to wrap around myself. But I’m practicing restraint. For now.

2dec1

Apparently this weather also makes me want to wear all of my clothes at once. Snapped this when I realized I was wearing a t-shirt, a button-down, and two wool sweaters. In the house. Soon I’ll adjust to the colder temps, or at least I hope I will!

2dec3

Yesterday I made another Smitten Kitchen dutch baby pancake. And it was every bit as delicious as the first one. And the one after that, and the one after that…

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And here’s Boh’s contribution to today’s post. Sweet, sweet dog. Thanks, everyone, for sending healthy thoughts in my direction. I’m feeling much better; only the cough has lingered, and hopefully that will be on its way soon as well! Enjoy the rest of the weekend. Boh and I have plans to curl up with some knitting and a movie tonight. (I do love teaching, but a Sunday evening without a Monday morning class to prep is so very nice. Hooray for study period!)

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shoveling, sour cherries, sweetness.

As you can see, today’s post is also sponsored by the letter S. Despite yesterday’s whining about the snow day that was not to be, all of my students showed up for section. If things had been reversed, I would’ve picked snowshoeing over school, so they all get a great big high-five. When I returned home, a mountain of shoveling awaited me.

The door to my apartment is on the back of the house. I’d say my part of town got about 15 new inches of snow on Thursday and Friday, and then some high winds helped to create some substantial driveway drifts! I shoveled a winding path from the street, zigzagging around the cars in the driveway, and around the back of the house to my door. Every time Boh and I walk down it, I feel like I’ve created some kind of Olympic ice luge or bobsled track. I also had to dig out my car, which I did in two 1-hour chunks.

My friend T. did quite a bit of shoveling yesterday too, and she came over last night to commiserate with a bit of wine and some sour cherries, which we promptly turned into coffee cake!

T. is a teacher, and she used part of her snow day to defrost these cherries and pit them. (So even though I didn’t get a snow day, I certainly got to enjoy the spoils of a snow day project!) We made this coffee cake, and it was fantastic.

T.’s sweet dog, Coltrane, came over to play with Boh, and once we convinced him to get up on the couch, he decided to spend much of the evening lounging.

Best friends. (Though Boh was whimpering a bit at the idea that he had to share his couch with Coltrane!)

One last picture — I think I am subconsciously responding to all of the bright whiteness outside! A glance in the mirror had me laughing at my apparent attempt to wear all of the colors of the rainbow at once. Silly rooster!

wishful thinking.

Yesterday morning, here’s how much snow had managed to accumulate and drift under the overhang at my apartment door. It snowed continuously all day, and well into the night.

I can only get the door open this far. Usually Boh can nudge open the screen door with his nose, even if it is closed, because the door doesn’t close very tightly. Today, he needed help. In many places, the snow is deeper than my almost-to-the-knee boots!

I love the way the boughs outside my door droop with the weight of the snow.¬† I also love running around with Boh in the snow — there is so much that he prefers to gallop, or hop sort of like a rabbit, rather than take one step at a time. (No pictures of that — we were too busy playing!)

Snow is part of life where I live, but because of the sheer volume that has fallen continuously over the last 30 hours or so, I was hoping that perhaps my university would declare today to be a snow day. Local schools were closed yesterday, and they are closed again today. I woke up to the news that my university is delayed: the first classes of the day are those scheduled to begin at 10:10.

What time do I TA? 10:10.

Sigh. At least my walk to campus will be beautiful. And it is snowing again.

Happy Friday!

twentyten.

I made my list of things to remember to do or think about this semester and tacked it up on the fridge, and then I snapped a picture of the snow falling outside.

My knitterly goals for 2010? Not goals so much as ideas and possibilities: handspun socks, something cabled, spinning for a sweater, a nice balance of knitting that calms me and knitting that challenges me. I also plan to keep working on my spinning — which will allow me to keep something handspun on the needles all (or most of) the time.

And with that, how about some knitting and spinning progress to kick off the new year?

This stuff is awesome. 155 yards of about 3.5 oz of Crown Mountain Farms superwash merino in Albatross, destined to be mittens for my brother.

You know, because I’m keeping these:

Boh is so ready for 2010. (Or dinner.) Happy New Year!

___ tired.

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We’re nearing the end of the semester, and we both feel this way. Luckily, we’ve had a little bit of this:

snow

crazy

It is time to really dig into the papers I have to write in order to finish out the semester, and I’m having a hard time locating my motivation to get into these particular projects. I realized this weekend that this is okay, and that the progress I’ve made this semester has required a lot of energy and effort, and it is beginning to catch up to me. I’m looking forward to the change of scenery my parents’ house will provide later on this week. I’ll certainly be bringing a pile o’ books with me, but I haven’t been home for Thanksgiving in several years, and I’m anticipating a whole lot of laughter and some personal battery recharging. I’ll also be bringing some knitting…

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But probably not these! They just need to be kitchenered. I deceived the boy, and asked him to try them on because it is a new pattern and I wanted to be sure that they’d fit my father — the boy and my dad have similarly sized feet. Sock #1 fit perfectly! I am seriously considering gifting these now, just because.

Eek: two full days’ worth of work between me and turkey preparation. Must get back to it!