
Stephen and I moved into our house in a Montreal suburb the week before we were married. After visiting one too many fixer uppers, we decided to buy a new house. A house that would meet all of our needs and would be built to our specifications. First off, we wanted a house that we both loved where we would want to live for the rest of our lives. Second, it had to be in the boonies as they say, close but not too close to our respective parents. Third, we wanted to live in a community where there would be lots of young families so our (future) kids would have friends to play with and we wanted a quiet street where they could play street hockey. Fourth, it had to be close to the commuter train since we both work in the city. Oh, and I wanted it to be MarthaStewarty (Stephen still doesn't quite know what that means!)
We ended up buying the first house we saw! It was a bit out of our price range, but it by far exceeded our expectations so we took a leap of faith and bought it! We came by every Saturday while it was being built to see what had been added to it since our previous visit. It was so exciting. Sometimes, we couldn't wait until the weekend and would drive up on a Thursday night and peeked through the windows with a flashlight! Our builder was terrific. He built our house with his dad and everything was just right when we moved in. It is our dream house in every way.Well, maybe except for the doors... The first week we were here Stephen kicked the laundry room door open after we locked ourselves out of it. That one required fixing mouldings, the knob and a paint touch up. Then, after seeing a really cool segment on Canadian House & Home about adding character to your newly built home, I decided to paint all of our upstairs doors black. I hated the result and tried everything to paint them white again but the gods were against it and I couldn't get primer nor paint to stick to them. We decided to change the doors altogether which was a disaster. The hinges didn't line up so we had to chisel out a new location for them on the doors and we did a really poor job hanging them. In fact we still have 4 doors that are unpainted and don't close! Oh, well. At least I can knit, right? Our door troubles were't over yet though.
The front door (which we never really liked anyway) warped from the cold this winter and we had wanted to replace it with one with a window anyway so we picked out a new one before Easter and hired Home Depot to come install it. They came by on Wednesday and got it done in a few hours under Julian's watchful eye.

I really love it. It makes such a wonderful difference, especially on the inside. We no longer have to turn on a light in the entrance in the middle of the day!
All in all, I love our house. I love our town. And I really hope to live here forever!
Why do you live where you live?
It's the foxy pirate sweater from Phildar knit in Aviso. And the eighth time was the charm on the intarsia medallion. Check it out!



I've been walking around the house with it trying to find it a suitable home. I haven't yet. So it's sitting in my lap holding the yarn, buttons and rick rack for my next project













I was too disgusted to pick them up again in my pre-Christmas rush so I vowed to knit them as a new year's present. But I was still angry at the giant gray stripe so decided to make them a birthday present for my sis (March 31st). I ripped out the crazy ass gray stripe and got going again but the colours never seemed to be in the right sequence. 
Now I can finally move on to another pair of socks. Oh, one other thing...I don't think I'll be knitting socks on two circs for a long long time to come. I knit these on two aero aluminum circ with awful cords that kept getting tangled in the yarn. Argh! I'm defniately a DPN girl. And I've got two new sets to try out: Addi steels and Brittany birch DPNs. It's a good thing too, if I didn't have brand new needles and tempting sock yarn, I might have been turned off sock knitting for good!
I finished Peter Rabbit today and faced my fear of embroidering a friendly face too. Ain't he cute. Julian seemed thrilled for all of 30 seconds then dropped it to the floor and crawled for another toy. Oh, well. Can't win them all. Maybe he'll have more interest in him during mass tomorrow. Afterall, he is holiday appropriate and quiet enough for church ;0)
I knit the whole thing in the round to avoid seaming which looks so much neater this way than it would have with a seam running down the back. I also changed the ears: I didn't really like how the garter stitch looked so I worked a 10 stitch tube, folded each end lengthwise on itself and tacked it closed about 5 mm in from both the top and bottom to give it that bunny ear shape.
We went to visit his cousins G and T and were compelled to go to the park together. The weather is just great these days. We took out our patio swings and barbecue too and are living it up like it's July! It's great! Burgers on the grill anyone?

Anyhow, I was very lucky because our hospital shared the same philosophy. They have obtained a baby friendly certification from the United Nations for their nursing policies. The nurses were fantastic (everyone was fantastic) and they were an incredible source of knowledge and information and did not let us leave until nursing was well-established and all our questions about parenting were answered. 
While I was finalising my payment for the class at the front desk, I noticed that another lady (about my age) came in behind me and was speaking English with the secretary. Turns out she was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to follow along with the French instructor. So I turned to her said that I was bilingual and would be happy to help translate for her (our instructor doesn't speak English) . She was relieved and thankful and came to sit next to me in the classroom where we started chatting before the class started. Turns out, get this, she lives 2 houses down from me!!! Can you believe it? We are both stay at home moms in our late 20s, English-speaking in this totally French suburb, sans driver's license, living 2 houses away from each other and somehow both worked up the courage to finally sign up this week. I think we'll be very good friends ;0)

And a mailbox full of leftover Lett-Lopi from my husband's Hringur sweater and some Christmas mittens. Isn't our mailbox pretty? It was hand painted for us as a wedding present. The bird on the left represents my last name and the birds on the right represent my husband's last name. Notice the five little eggs next to my bird...
Teal, Celadon and Oxford Gray Peruvian Collection Pure Alpaca (from Elann) poking out of our kitchen table drawer.

Would you like a glass of blue? Here's a lonely ball of Bernat Satin and tiny balls of leftover blue.

Mmmm, candy! Here's a jar of delicious Noro Silver Thaw and random balls of leftover pink and purple projects.






