Earthquake and Hemlot Ring

This morning at 6:20 I woke up to the strangest feeling that everything was shaking. But it wasn't just a feeling, everything really was shaking. The wardrobe doors, the cups and bowls and plates on the shelves in the kitchen, everything...
And then the sound of little cat feet racing to safety in their human's bed.
And they dived under covers just as it was all over.
And you think "Wauw, that was just like an earthquake", but then you think "We don't have earthquakes in Copenhagen". But we do.
4,7 on the Richter scale.
Which is probably nothing to those who live in areas where the weather and the geology have far more to offer when it comes to adventure, but here it's quite something.
Everything was fine though, no damage, noone hurt. But the very excited geologist they interviewed for the morning radio news had almost choked on his cornflakes!
And it was quite the topic of conversation on the bus this morning.
"So did the earthquake wake you up?" "Yes" And then varying descriptions of how much everything had been shaking. Some had been wise enough to seek safety in a door opening. Another man's dog had peed with fright. All very exciting.

And I've finished the Hemlock Ring Blanket for my lovely colleague.
890 meters of Kauni 2,5/2 on 7 mm needles.
I was afraid I would run out of yarn before finishing the never-ending edging.
It measures just a bit over 160 cm from edge to edge. It's big.

And I had nowhere to block it properly, but then nor does she, and she probably wouldn't have been too keen on her Christmas present if I had given her instructions on how to block it after washing or to steam press it.
So it doesn't look nearly as perfect and sharp as so many other Hemlock Ring Blankets.
But she loves it.
Almost as much as Laurenz loved it

And Vincent too knows how to appreciate wool blankets.

December already

I have been busy.
Work mostly, and a lot of knitting.
To put it very nicely these are interesting days in the financial sector.
So I think we all run as fast as we can and do our damnedest to prove our worth.
Last week I went to Oslo. I had not been there since I was a child and it was my first visit to our office there.
Of course on one of the few days when it's really important that you look professional and tidy you wake up just that bit too late to a home without electricity.
(I will have to figure out how to make coffee with only candles and a lighter at my disposal.)
So if it had not been for the mirror in the airport bathroom I would have arrived with mascara in funny places.
There was not much to be done about the cat hair, and next time I have to lint-roll clothes in the dark, I should probably chose not to wear a black woolen dress.
There is something incredibly marvelous about having breakfast (warm rolls with cheese, orange juice and coffee) with a view to morning sunshine in a blue sky above white clouds. I will have to bring my camera next time.
And then approaching Gardermoen with a view to a snow covered landscape looking like something out of a fairytale.
It completely evened out the less than perfect start to the day.

I can barely believe it's December already.
We had snow here in the end of November. Actual snow that stayed on the ground and rooftops for more than a few hours.
I like snow. It's pretty and in addition to its sparkly prettiness it serves as a layer of insulation up here in our little home under the roof.
The cats are happy that their stupid human has finally understood the importance of turning on the radiators.
But my camera refuses to talk to my computer.
So instead of roasting cat boys we have the pair sleeping on their bench in front of the french doors. Before the drafty season started.

I'm almost done with the Henry scarf.
The sewn bind'off is however driving me completely mad. Or is at least trying to.
I'll probably have to get mildly drunk if I'm to find the courage to attempt it again. The ribbed pullover is very nearly done. But I'm having second thoughts.
So I've cast on for a Hemlock Ring Blanket for my favourite colleague.
And a Lily sweater for myself.
And a Bainbridge scarf for lovely ex-colleague.
Laurenz would like to request that all yarn always be sent wrapped in paper: