Crossing fingers, holding breath...

Tonight is Game Seven. In less than an hour, I'll be enroute to Surrey's Central City Plaza, to watch the game with beentsy, KelleBelle and a few thousand of my bestest buds. It's where I watched games five and six.

I was going to write up a decent post about the playoffs and the Vancouver Canucks' quest for the Stanley Cup, but I'm running out of time, so that will have to wait. For now, here are a few shots taken at Game Five.









My latest Finished Object: Lord Stanley's Cup


MrsQuimby, beentsy, KelleBelle and a few of our bestest hockey buds.


As always, Don Cherry dressed up for the occasion


Best. turban. ever.


Timmy's doughnuts, including Boston Vancouver Creams and Canucks sprinkles.


Actual knitting content.

GO CANUCKS, GO!

Still going strong

Remember that tree cozy? The one I showed you back in January? And then in February?

It's still there. A little faded, perhaps, but still there.


The cozy has completely blended into the scenery, methinks. None of the passers-by gave it a second glance as I was digging through my bag for the camera. It was only when I started taking pictures of it that anyone took notice. Of me taking notice, not of the knitting.


Nice, eh?

Hopping on the bandwagon: The ABCs of me

Pinching this from two of my favourite bloggers, Sara at Lazy Knits and Purls and Sarah The Student Knitter. I'm now a joiner three. :-)

A. Age: Thirtysomething. I won’t be able to say that for all that much longer. Honestly, anyway.
B. Bed size: Double. I’m very single.
C. Chore that you hate: Ironing. I always seem to create as many wrinkles as I remove, so I don’t do it. I’ve always said I’d need to marry a man who was handy with an iron, like my father, who did all his own ironing. See (B). As for chores I actually do...dusting pretty much blows, too.
D. Dogs: Love ‘em! None of my own, but I dogsit a fair bit, and hang with the doggies at the SPCA.
E. Essential start to your day: Coffee. Strong coffee. Two cups.
F. Favorite colour: If I have to pick just one: green. With purple and hot, hot pink close behind.
G. Gold or silver: Don’t really have any of either to speak of. I prefer the look of silver, I suppose. If I ever find me the ironing champion of my dreams, I suppose I’d go for a white gold ring.
H. Height: 5’ 6.5” (172 cm)
I. Instruments you play: I played clarinet in school. Also oboe for one year. Haven’t played either for decades.
J. Job title: Job seeker. Unemployed editor/writer/administrative dogsbody. Still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
K. Kids: Nope. I’ll play with yours for a bit and give ‘em back, though.
L. Live: Erm...yes. In a one-bedroom apartment I moved to recently.
M. Mother’s name: Janet.
N. Nicknames: Piggy, Hils, Hilly
O. Overnight hospital stays: One. It was crazy. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
P. Pet peeve: Gah! Too, too many. I’m not the most tolerant person. Drivers who don’t understand the concept of a passing lane; old-school sticky price tags that don’t peel off cleanly, especially on books; when people use ‘I’ when they should use ‘me’...
Q. Quote from a movie: I can never think of one when asked. Let’s go with “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
R. Right or left handed: Right
S. Siblings: One younger sister.
T. Time you wake up: Six-ish.
U. Underwear: Jockeys. Comfort, baby, comfort.
V. Vegetable you hate: Turnips. Blech.
W. What makes you run late: I don’t run at all. Ba-dum-dum. Thanks, I’ll be here all week.
X. X-Rays you’ve had: Teeth, hip.
Y. Yummy food that you make: Everything I make is yummy.
Z. Zoo animal: I don’t like zoos, but favourite wild animal...probably elephant.