The hunt is on…

So I spent some time at Village Yarns today, feeling my way through the yarn, hunting for some good wool for my next project. I’m looking for some non-itchy wool for a touque as I don’t like itchy wool. I like that now there are wools out there that aren’t itchy, because otherwise my knitting endeavours would be a tad limited. I found a few that would do nicely, so now I’m going to price them out at the various stores here in the Big Smoke. Oh! And I also bought the final couple of skeins for my next baby blanket, which I’m also excited about. I really wanted the final colour to be a lighter colour, a gray or perhaps a creme, but I couldn’t find any today. I could’ve gone to another store tomorrow, however I’m a little impatient and want to start this blanket NOW, so it’ll have to do with black. I’ll keep you posted on its progress.

I also found some other cheap yarn to add to my stash. I don’t know what I’ll do with it, but I liked the colours, so I bought. My stash went from a half-empty bag to a now overflowing one. Good thing I have a few days off to reorganize my house, that way I can figure out where to store the stash! haha

I also watched two of the myriad of movies I’ve got taped on my PVR (that’s a personal video recorder, a Tivo to my American friends): Barefoot in the Park and 84 Charing Cross Road. I wanted to watch the first as it’s a “classic” movie, and I feel like I should watch more of those, but sheesh, what a boring movie! I love watching Robert Redford as a young man, as he was terribly handsome, but there was no real plot to the movie. It’s only about watching a young Jane Fonda as a vivacious young bride teasing her conservative new hubby, Robert. Nothing really happens. People come to their 5th floor walk up, we laugh as everyone is breathless coming up the stairs. We laugh at the dude who lives in the attic above them. We laugh as Jane’s proper 1960’s mother comes over and tries some Moroccan food. But that’s it! Sheesh. I had to turn it off after about 30 minutes. 84 Charing Cross Road was a much better movie. It was made in 1986, however it reminded me of an 18th century epistolary French novel. It’s the story of a New York writer who buys out of print British books from a London book shop. It spans 30 or 40 years, and is just wonderful. It drew me in within 15 minutes, and I was engrossed in the story for the rest of the movie. I highly recommend it, especially because it would’ve been one of the first times we North Americans would’ve seen Anthony Hopkins and Judi Dench (although they’ve had long careers in Europe, we didn’t really know them till the early 90’s). Kind of funny to compare Sir Anthony’s prim & proper book merchant to the creepy Dr. Lecter in Silence of the Lambs!