Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Fall in the Fort

I went for a run today and had to take pictures of all the Autumn Lovliness.


This gravestone is partially written in the Carrier script.

This is the same shed from a picture I took last week. The colours have changed a lot in a week.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Bear Spray

Let me tell you something. I am terrified of bears. Since moving up North, I have been too scared to go hiking, or even walking along some of the roads in the forest. There could be bears there.
My husband finally convinced me to go on a hike last Saturday, so go I went, but not without some precautions. I wore a bear bell, I clapped my hands every few meters, talked in a loud voice, stomped my feet, and blew a whistle. I am eternally grateful that we didn't bump into any other hikers, otherwise I would have been mortified. And, in case all of those precautions didn't scare all of the bears away (actually, I am sure they were laughing at me in the trees) I had a flimsy pocket knife to use as a last resort (I am VERY glad it never came to that!). You think I would feel at ease with all of these precautions, but I was more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. At one point a bird rustled in the trees, to which I screamed my bloody head off and my husband nearly fainted because my screaming scared him.
I should explain that this fear of bears is not totally unfounded. One night, in our dating years, my husband was walking me home when a giant beast came lumbering up a dark alley towards us. As we tried to figure out what the animal was, a car drove up behind it, illuminating the bear and sent it bolting towards us. We never stopped to ponder what we should do, we ran as fast as our adrenaline-fueled bodies could take us, and the bear must have cut through someones yard, because we never saw it again.
So I was scared for a reason. And now, I am the proud owner of a can of bearspray and a hip holster that the kind salesman assured me would stun and disorient any bear and is safer than a gun. Here's hoping that I never have to use it. Or that I am not down wind if I do.

Bitter-Sweet Moving



Well, it was with great sadness that we left our "House of Dreams"(as Anne of Green Gables would say)and our dear desert city and moved up North for a new job opportunity. Finding a place to rent was a mammoth task in itself that required several 9 hour trips through moose-infested highways and sleeping in the car in the creepiest rest stops I thought only horror films could conjure up. (Hush Lake? Really?! Can it get any creepier?) With almost nothing available, we were forced to settle for a smokey apartment in one of the roughest areas of town, just days before we moved all our gear up. Gulp. An apartment means no garden and no chickens and no kittens and no woodworking and... this list could go on forever. I'm just not cut out for apartment living. But I swallow all of my anguish with the hope that this apartment is only a temporary situation and try to look on the bright side of things. I have a freezer that has a separate door than the fridge that I don't have to manually defrost every 5 minutes. Our living space has increased by 100 sq feet. And we have great views of the sunset over the lake. So the place will do for now.
Fort St. James is a beautiful settlement. Founded by Simon Fraser in 1806, it served as a major fur trading fort. It is the end of the road and fairly secluded. The wilderness is vast and the lake is so massive, it has a feel of the sea about it, with the freshwater shells decorating the shore. Right now, the mornings are crisp with the smell of smoke in the air from the woodburning fireplaces and the ever-increasing gold freckling the Aspen trees lessens the blow that summer is over. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Knitting! Mary's Merry Wristers





This is the first knitting pattern that I am going to share. It is very simple. I made these wristers for a good friend who requested a pair.
I used Drops Merino Extra Fine 100% Merino Wool Superwash. (Yarn thickness B) Weight 50g. It took less than one skein of 115 yards for this pattern.
Gauge 17sts x 24 rows= 4inches x 4inches in 3.5mm straight needles using stockinette stitch.
These wristers are worked as a rectangle and then folded in half and sewn. With 3.5 mm straight needles, cast on 34 stitches. Following a Knit 2, Purl 2 ribbing pattern, make 15 rows (starting the next row purl2, knit 2 to make ribbing). Using Stockinette Stitch, work a further 26 rows. Once again, work 6 rows in a knit 2 purl 2 ribbing pattern. Bind off following the ribbing pattern. Fold in half lengthwise with right side facing out. Starting from the bottom, sew up 3 inches and weave in ends. From the top, sew down 2.5", leaving a gap for the thumb to stick through.
Repeat the entire pattern again to make the second wrister. Block (except for ribbing) then put 'em on and enjoy the Fall weather!

They measure 7.5 inches long and 4 inches wide (when folded in half lengthwise) and will stretch to fit different sizes.

I hope I have not forgotten to include anything. As this is my first time sharing a pattern that I have created, please let me know of any errors or anything I should add.

If you are not feeling like knitting your own, I have wristers for sale from time to time on my etsy store at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/HoneyNutbrown
Check it out!
I also have a new pattern up on my website. A child's Forest Pixie hat!
And a Woodland Fox Baby pattern!
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