Through the Roof

Well hello.

If you’re stopping here by way of Ye Olde Yarn Harlot, welcome. And since I have your attention (momentarily anyhow -I realize you’re probably here to see this), I want to take the time to gently remind you about Tricoteuses Sans Frontières or Knitters Without Borders. I know it’s the holiday season and I know that things are tight -  this year especially.   Throughout the world, you will find MSF helping people when it seems that all hope has been lost. It is important work. Médecins Sans Frontières / Doctors Without Borders can always use your help.

If you’d like to make a donation, you can do so at the following sites:

MSF Canada

MSF USA

MSF International

More information about Knitters Without Borders can be found here.

Maybe some finished Christmas knitting will inspire you? Okay, so it’s still wet but it’s off the needles. That’s finished in my world.

I’ll Admit It

I failed at NaBloPoMo. A number of events conspired against me and by Saturday, I just had nothing. Nothing in terms of writing that is. I did have a wicked hanger-on-of-a-cold, a messy house, a visit from in-law-ishes, a staff holiday dinner and planning to be done for the week I am now halfway through. I know, poor bibsy, right? Never fear. As they say, we’re all winners. I was a (self-declared) winner at NaBloPoLess. It’s all in the framing.

Today, I think you need to do some reading. I think you need to know what the hells bells is going on in the political machine of Canada. So go here and then go here.

The first explains the Canadian political system and demonstrates how we got ourselves in this hot mess in the first place.  It has a bit of a left slant, but it’s also funny. And she knits too!

The second is DMs rant to which I give a hearty “what-what”! The email he references came from me. It was sent to me by someone with whom I went to school. Have no fear, this person (whose gender and identity shall remain secret to protect the ignorant) is busy shaping the minds of our youth. Shudder.

Also, DM and I thought that for the last day of NaBloPoMo, we could write a letter to each other. DM is still waiting for his letter. I received a lovely one. I dare you not to choke up.