Saturday, September 01, 2007

Neighbourhood Wedding and The Dangers of Knitting at Receptions

I've really been slack with the blog lately - it's not that I don't have lots to tell you about, but the truth is, we've just been so busy here at Chez Happy (should that be, "here, Chez Happy"? at=chez?) that I haven't really had much time to write about what's been going on.

On the 18th of August Mr. Happy and I were invited to two weddings. One was in Cape Breton and was an entire weekend affair - due to Mr. Happy's work/practice schedule, we weren't able to attend Laura and Scott's nuptual fete. Mr. Happy was, however, able to take some time off so that we could celebrate with our neighbour as her son, David married the lovely Emma.

Dahms Wedding



The ceremony itself was lovely - the presiding Justice of the Peace was a retired RCMP officer with a great sense of humour. The groom's younger brother plays drums and so the bride walked in to the beat of the congas. The rain even let up long enough for the couple to escape for photos.

The reception was pot-luck and those of us on "Lasagna Duty" dashed back across the bridge to pull them out of our ovens. (One of my neighbours had arrived at my door on Saturday morning and asked if I could put three lasagnas in our oven during the ceremony). We grabbed the lasagna and the sushi I had made as an appetizer and dashed back to the reception.

The entire evening was such a fun time; we really felt the community spirit of the wedding and the love surrounding the Bride and Groom.

Mr. Happy and I were just so thrilled to be out with our neighbours. For those of you who might not know, Mr. Happy and I own half of an 85-year-old semi-detached house. Our neighbour is an empty-nest single mom, whom everyone calls Flip. She is simply the best neighbour EVER! The neighbours on the other side are a sweet couple too - in the winter Mr. B sometimes does our driveway with his snowblower. In Canada, a neighbour with a snowblower is the best friend you can have.

Anyhoooooo, during the reception Mr. Happy and I had a great time chatting with Emily. Emily is yet another of those people I always see at live shows but never really get to chat with because, well, the music is always too loud. Emily is really funny and I'm really glad I finally had a chance to get to know her. Next time, I'll shut up a bit more and let her talk!

Food at Wedding


After we had finished eating (rather, stuffing our faces with everything on the buffet), Emily asked me about what I was knitting. Being a Knitter, I reached into my bag and pulled out my yarn and needles. (Do I need to mention here that the wedding was extremely relaxed? 'cause I would totally knit at any wedding and in fact, knit in the church while waiting for my cousin's wedding to begin last month.)

Wait, let's have a look at the cupcakes. It'll help you deal with what comes next:

Dessert at wedding


Mmmmm... cupcakes. Ok, moving on:

I explained to Emily that I had been working on a sock and that I had ripped it because it was too wide for my feet. I put my needles (Brittany 2.5mm double points) on the table, took one from the set and proceeded to cast on for my sock.

As I chatted with Emily, I wasn't really paying attention to what Mr. Happy was doing. It wasn't until I turned to take another needle from the four on the table that I beheld scene akin to the carnage in a horror movie.

Mr. Happy, thinking my needles were skewers left over from the kebabs he had eaten earlier, had...

are you ready for this?

...had BROKEN THREE OF MY NEEDLES IN HALF!!!!

Of course, I immediately took a photo:

The reason why I strangled Andrew


I'll let you have a moment to come to grips with this.

Ok. So, of course I shrieked, "What on earth are you doing?" and smacked him on the arm.

He replied, "What?"

And I said "Those are my knitting needles!!!!"

I have never seen Mr. Happy's face look so shocked in all of our time together. I knew the needles could be replaced, so what followed was tempered by the fact that both of us were on the verge of laughing the entire time. Emily sat there like a passerby watching a train wreck.

Mr. Happy,earnestly: I thought they were kebab skewers! I was trying to make...

Me: They're BIRCH! You didn't notice that they were harder to break than the kebab skewers?

Mr. Happy: Well, they were a little bit harder to break...

Me: AAAAAAAH! They're Brittany's!

Mr. Happy laughing: Oh no... I used one to pick my teeth!

Me: Stop! Don't tell me any more... you're making it worse!

Mr. Happy, trying to distract me: Emily - you're never going to let me live this down, are you? You're going to tell everyone.

Me, turning to Emily: Well, Emily, you're always going to remember David and Emma's wedding as the night that Mr. Happy and I decided to get DIVORCED!!!

Emily: *nervous laughter*

Meanwhile, on the dancefloor:

Dancing


In the end, the needle breaking incident was too funny not to forgive Mr. Happy. It wasn't like I couldn't replace the needles. In fact, I went out the next day and bought another set of Brittany's and an Addi Turbo.

A week later I had knit an entire sock. I cast on for the second one on Friday night and on Saturday, while at Tangled Skeins, I knit the second sock past the heel. Here's a mid-day progress shot.

Charade Socks


details:
Pattern: Charade - toe up
Yarn: Koigu KPPPM
Needles: 2.5mm Addi.
Notes: Short row toe and heel
Started: Aug 19th.

All's well that ends with knitting. And I'm loving my Addis.

9 comments:

  1. ...and the poor bugger is still trying to live it down.

    My next socks are definitely going on addis. Very nice (said in Borat voice)

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  3. I thought you were going to say that he was burning the tips in the candle flames and using them to play with the melted wax. But maybe I'm wrong and playing with the candles isn't what everybody does at receptions.

    (previous comment deleted because I stooopidly clicked back to the text window and put my password in there and posted it. Wouldn't want y'all hacking into my nonexistent blogger identity)

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  4. OMG! I actually got dizzy reading that. And a little sick to my stomach.
    And addis rule.

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  5. Are you busy at Chez Happy with making a craft room? Hmmm...

    That story about the needles is just too funny. I'm glad that it all worked out since you got to buy replacements and additional needles.

    Nice socks too!

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  6. Darren was playing "Crazy Train" on his computer when I sat up and said, "NO."

    So he got to hear the story, and the whole time he had a look on his face that really said, "Oh, that poor fool."

    I did wait a few minutes to tell him about the Brittany guarantee. Hehe.

    Jodi, I totally play with the candles. I was upset that no one LIT the candles at my reception (then again, it was outside on the hottest day of the year).

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  7. I laughed so hard, I cried. That is one seriously funny story!

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  8. OMG!! You'd think that living with a knitter he'd know what dps look like...

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  9. I had to browse through your archives to find this one. Hilarious.

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