Where were we? Oh, right… Knitting

After an unintentional week off, I’m back at the blog. No real reason why there wasn’t a post last week, unless you count a terribly busy week and a half. What have I been up to?

The week after Canadian Thanksgiving saw two days in the office (co-leading education programs both days), one day at a conference, and Friday the 13th co-ordinating a paranormal investigation on site.  The conference was amazing, for so many different reasons. It was a conference for other Museum professionals in Ontario, and conferences are always great for connecting with colleagues and friends you don’t always get to see because of geography. There are always inspiring sessions and workshops, also making conferences fantastic opportunities. Personally, this conference was remarkable because my co-workers nominated me for an award of excellence, which I received that evening. It was amazing, overwhelming, humbling, nerve-wracking, and truly a gratifying experience.  I feel like I have a lot to live up to, but I’m up for the challenge with my career.

The paranormal investigation was a lot of fun as well.  My museum works exclusively with a local group, and I’d considered many of the team members as my friends; really a great group of guys. We sold a small amount of tickets and increased the time allowed in the museum so the guests really could make the most of the experience. There were some strange bangs and knocks heard, but nothing to really change my septic mind. I’m not completely closed minded on the subject, and I know we’d be happy to have these investigators back. Maybe I’ll be convinced next time.

The following day, my best friend and I were on our way to Kingston to see the Barenaked Ladies as part of their Canada One-Five-Oh tour. Oh my goodness. It was a phenomenal show.  We’ve seen BNL so many times through the years (three this year alone), and this ranks up there as one of the best shows we’ve been to.  Small, intimate theatre, phenomenal set list, great music. There’s a reason they are my favourite band. We ended up meeting three of the four band members after the show, who remembered us because we were the girls in the front row dancing to every song. This was just a great girls weekend away.

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Last week, why I didn’t blog (as if the week before wasn’t busy enough), I worked most weeknights, and Monday evening I went into Toronto to hear Alan Doyle talk about his new book.  My sister and I ended up getting a picture with him as well.

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Whenever I was able, I had yarn in my hands.  I finished the Dodging Rain Drops Cowl I cast on in early October. It’s a paid pattern in Ravelry, and I’d recommend spending the money and supporting the designer of this beautiful cowl.

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I’ve been working on socks which will be a Christmas gift, which I’ve just picked up again after frogging them and putting them into a time out. Turns out my gauge isn’t what it typically is with a lacework sock pattern… we’re on better terms now after I went down a needle size. There were some hard feelings right after the frogging, let me tell you…

And I’ve been very happily working on my Bigger on the Inside shawl, using yarn I dyed myself earlier this summer.  Once I got used to the ‘Time Vortex Lace’ pattern that Kate Atherley designed, it’s easy to memorize and quite fun to knit.

And with this update, I’m back to knitting. The socks are calling my name.

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Summer’s One Last Hurrah

Today is Labour Day, the last long weekend for summer 2017. Here in southern Ontario, Mother Nature is being kind, as the sun is out, the wind is blowing, and the air temperature is just right.

Me? I plan on spending today outside as much as possible, relaxing, not worrying about what this week will bring, and of course, I’ll have yarn in my hands.

Enjoy today, wherever you are. Enjoy the moments. Enjoy what summer can bring.

When a Knitter Takes Time To Bake

I love baking. Give me flour, sugar, butter, and an oven pre-heated to 350F, I’m a happy girl. I’ve talked about my baking hobby in a previous post, sharing pictures of Easter cupcakes from a few years ago.

When my boss started planning her May 2017 wedding, she asked me to make the cake – Red Velvet with a Vince Neil cake topper. (Side note, my boss is an amazing person whose interests span from cemeteries and museums to Motley Crue. She’s awesome.) Making the cake, easy enough. We looked at a few pictures online of other ‘rock concert themed’ cakes for inspiration, so I had a mental image of how it will all come together, but where I started to stumble was the Red Velvet Cake.

Like many home bakers, I start with a box mix then use my own add ins. My standard not-so-secret personal touches include milk instead of water and using butter instead of oil and doubling the amount called for. The richness given to the cake because of the butter is amazing.  My go-to cake flavour is vanilla. It’s my personal favourite so I make it a lot.  Chocolate cake has been made on occasion, but I had never before made Red Velvet. Challenge accepted.

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After a few Google searches on the best box-hacks to make Red Velvet and one not-so-successful attempt with using Devil’s Food Cake as my start (it is too chocolate-y to get a good red colour), I found the perfect combo.

Ingredients
1 box of Golden Cake Mix
2 tbsp cocoa
1/2 cup melted butter
1 cup buttermilk (I wanted more tang with the flavouring – Buttermilk gave this!)
3 eggs
1 tsp Wilton No-Taste Red Food Paste*

Mix together the box mix and sifted cocoa powder.  Add the wet ingredients and follow the recommended baking times and temperatures set out on the box.

*This is important – NO-TASTE! If it’s not the no-taste, you may end up with a rather bitter and, well, gross, taste to your cake.

I did not try using liquid food colouring as I was concerned it may have also given that bitter aftertaste, and knowing this was for a wedding, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance.

Here is the batter:

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And here is the finished trial cupcake:

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Paired with a simple cream cheese icing, this recipe was a hit. The cake was rich and moist, and the colour was indeed red.  I could have added more colouring for a deeper colour, but I was happy with the result.

As for the final cake, once decorated with fondant and the Vince Neil topper:

 

My Great-Grandmother Was A Knitter

When I first started with my knitting obsession hobby, my mother would watch me work and comment,

“I know you didn’t get this from me. The knitting gene must skip a few generations. You’ve inherited this from Granny.”

My great-grandmother was a knitter. She was a knitting instructor many years ago in England, on top of raising eight children.  One of those kids was my beloved Grandad, and if there’s truth to the stories I’ve heard through the years of his, let’s say rambunctious nature, as a child, then my Granny certainly had her hands full!

Even though she lived on the other side of the Atlantic, my great-grandmother made a few pieces for me when I was a kid, notably my sister and I were adorable in matching sweaters with fruit on the front of them.

After one visit to England in the mid-1990s, my grandparents returned home with a blue toned sweater, saying Granny made it, but it wasn’t the right size for her. I can’t remember how, but the sweater became mine. I’ve had it for 20 years, and on particularly cool days, I break this sweater out and feel comforted not only by its warmth, but also by the skill in each stitch, somehow making me feel connected to the great-grandmother I was lucky enough to meet and with whom I share a passion and a craft.

Me wearing my Granny sweater, with 20 years between pictures.

 

Time Flies When You’re…

It is hard to believe that this is the last week of August! It really feels like 2016 is flying by!

The last time I posted, I was starting my week’s holidays.  I camped in Goderich in a lovely Provincial Park on the shores of Lake Huron.  It would have been a lovely few days away, that is, if Mother Nature didn’t save a summer’s worth of rain for when I was in a tent. Seriously, Tuesday was a hard day. Sleep wasn’t had due to the rain, and by the wee morning hours, my tent was wet, my sleeping bag was wet, and so were my pillow and clothes. I was miserable. My plan was to spend my camping days leisurely passing the time on a beach. The best laid plans of mice and men… All I can say is thank goodness Provincial Parks have clothes driers. Best $2 I’ve ever spent.

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Despite the rain, I had a lovely set-up for a few days.

The rain didn’t stop the reading. I managed to read two books, Lawrence Hill’s The Illegal, and Stephanie Pearl-McPhee’s All Wound Up (she’s also very well known as the Yarn Harlot. She’s amazing), and I finished reading Us by David Nicholls, one that I had been reading intermittently since January.  Granted, the reading took place either in my dry car, or sitting on a camp chair under an umbrella, but I was able to blissfully lose myself in a good story.

While in Goderich, I (surprise, surprise) visited a yarn shop.  Signature Books and Crafts is located just off Goderich’s historic Courthouse Square.  It had a good selection of yarns, conveniently organized by weight, and the owner who helped me was friendly and good to chat with.  There was another lady in the shop, as I had arrived after a knitting circle had finished, and together the three of us ‘oohed and aahed’ at this skein I bought:

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Sheep Uy Colors, 100% Merino Wool, Vikings colourway

And I bought two balls of this dusty rose colour for my Travel Afghan.

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Diamond Luxury Collectiom, Fine Merino Superwash DK

My shopping was cut short due to ominous black clouds that did, indeed, pour down that Wednesday afternoon.  Apparently, Mother Nature felt she didn’t get it all out of her system the day before. It was perfect timing, actually, as I met with my university roommate and had a lovely time catching up and eating yummy Chinese food!

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Right before the downpour

While my mini-getaway plans may not have gone off as hoped, I still had a good few day, a nice chance to escape and recharge.