Deja Vu, All Over Again...

I'm home on a Saturday night, my own choice. I've had this hermitting instinct for the last couple of days. It happens, from time to time. I just want to stay home, curl up, be by myself. It works out well when the constable is on night shift. I get to pursue my alone time uninterrupted.

I have very little trouble keeping myself entertained most of the time. I knit, I read, I organize, I clean...it all amuses me. While doing all of this, I have the tv on, mostly for background noise. This evening, after organizing and doing a little cleaning, I've been curled up on the couch pouring over a slow cooker magazine, planning out a few recipes for the upcoming weeks.

Trying to find something decent on tv, with only basic cable mind you, on a Saturday night is always a challenge. I had the race on for a bit, the NASCAR Nationwide series. I enjoy watching racing, and it's really great for filling that background noice quota. You don't have to pay attention or follow along and the roar or the cars is a nice, constance hum. It put me out for a little catnap.

I was rudely awakened by a large snout to the face, and when I woke up, I actually felt like watching something. So I flicked around. I landed on the History channel, as they were showing a program I watched almost a year ago to the date, about the Shag Harbour UFO incident.

I distinctly remember sitting in my in-laws living room (as I lived with them for a time), with my MIL, watching this program last winter. The constable wasn't a constable yet, he was still in Regina at Depot and it was getting pretty close to the end. I was knitting the edging row of a scarf that I had started around the time that he left, in September. I started it with the intention of wearing it at his graduation.

I had bought the yarn at Value Village. It was a huge ball, very fuzzy, almost laceweight, bright red. And cheap! I'm still not too sure what it is, but the way it behaved when I was knitting it might suggest that if it isn't 100% mohair, it's definitely a mohair blend.

Anyhow, I wanted this scarf to be special. I wanted it to be long and intricate. I wanted it to take a long time to knit. I swatched. I measured. I did math. I picked a lace pattern that I thought would be quite pretty. And this is the finished product:



This was taken at the aforementioned grad, so I got it done in time. I have blogged about the scarf before. That night, almost one year ago, watching the same program, I gave the bind off edge a tug to try and ease a little of the tightness and broke the yarn and the stitches wide open. I froze and I think my MIL stopped breathing. I almost cried. Thankfully, it was only the edging stitches, which I had picked up, so they could be repaired without permanent damage to the rest of the scarf.

Anyhow, I just thought that this whole full circle moment was kind of neat. In watching the UFO program the first time, I knew by then that we were headed for Nova Scotia. The fact that Canada's biggest UFO case happened there only made it that much cooler! I never posted pic of the scarf, so now I have.

In other knitting news, I'm knitting socks. Which I really should be working on, as it's craptacular...again...outside and I've got nowhere else to be!

Until later...