Reflections on la Belle Provence

July 19, 2010

Well, ok, actually just Montreal.  But la belle provence sounds so much prettier.  DH and I went to Montreal a few weeks ago for an extra long weekend.  We rented a beautiful condo from VRBO that was nicer than our house and walked until our feet bled.  Or rather my feet.  Yes they actually bled.  When will I learn that any holiday with DH means death marches and pretty shoes just won’t cut it?  Comfortable really does trump cute when I’m walking 20km or more a day.

 So I’ve always put off going to Montreal.  I don’t speak French well and I’ve always been intimidated by the fact that the women are said to be beautiful and well-dressed.  I have some good days for sure but my well-dressed days are behind me.  I work at a not-for-profit, I wear yoga pants some days.

But on this trip I had a lot of illusions shattered.  The women are pretty much the same as women everywhere…some are beautiful, most are attractive and some are “breath taking” a la Seinfeld.  And as for being well dressed….I saw a lot of cute sundresses but nothing that knocked my socks off.  I could have been in Toronto to be honest for all the fashion forwardness I saw.  Sure people looked nice but they looked like people in any large city anywhere in the developed world.  There were NO goth/emo types though and that was quite refreshing.  When it’s 40C+ the last thing I want to see is some idiot parading around in black and purple tights and a leather trench coat.

I did notice that Montreal has a lot of white people walking around though.  And we were all over the city not just in the touristy areas.  Yes, I realize that there is a large Hatian, African and Vietnamese population but they weren’t that noticable when we were there.  Or maybe I’m just used to seeing more ethnicities in my province.  It was kind of weird to see so much homogenaity (is that a word?  if so did I spell it right?).

And English is spoken just about everywhere.  We were in some predominantly franco areas and DH (who is pretty fluent in French) began speaking and immediately people switched over to English.  Not sure if this is because his accent is so bad (a possibility) or people just want to practice their English.  Maybe a bit of both.

The one thing I really enjoyed though was the food.  Hands down we ate well.  The markets are wonderful and have so much cool stuff.  We stayed by the Jean Talon market and I could have walked around for hours sniffing and squeezing and tasting.  We ate our fill of boar, deer, bison and lamb sausage every time we were there.  And the ice cream is to die for.  I have no idea what the store name is but the ice cream is divine.  Creme brulee flavour is the best (and I sampled them all) and I have yet to recreate it in my ice cream maker at home.  But I’ve had fun trying! 

We went to Schwartz’s, a Montreal tradition, despite the fact that I will not eat smoked meat.  I got the side eye from the waiter when I said no to the sandwich but I can heartily recommend the cole slaw and pickel.  And no trip to Montreal would be complete without a dozen (or more) Montreal-style bagels.  We went to Fairmont and then went to see/hear the tam tams at Par Du Mont-Royal.  This was not my favourite part of the trip (do these guys know any other songs?) plus it was getting humid and a giant dog kept trying to get at our lox and bagels. 

But the best food on the trip was at Le Milsa, a Churrascaria which is kind of like a steak house.  Except they bring all the steak (and nine other kinds of meat) you can eat to you on skewers.  Now I have eaten my fair share of Argentian and Albertan beef.  And this place was head and shoulders above.  The meat just melted in your mouth and had the perfect meat/sale/fat ration.  It was 100% delicious.  If you are a hungry meatavore and are in Montreal this is a can’t miss kind of place.  Plus the scantily clad Carnavale dancer didn’t hurt in DH’s opinion either.

So in a nutshell, the women are not intimidating, no one dresses like they stepped out of Vogue, English speakers are everywhere and food is delicious.  As an added bonus there are a ton of yarn stores, just don’t try to go to them during July and August when the proprietors seem to go on vacation.  I can see Montreal will be a regular long weekend destination for us from now on.

The surprise is that I can’t follow a freaking pattern

October 21, 2009

I hate the Baby Surprise Jacket with the heat of a thousand firey suns.  Just saying.  I also hate the yarn I chose.  But the Addi Turbo needles….I loooooove you!  And I’m kicking myself for not trying you sooner.

The official ripping back will commence tonight after what will surely be another craptastic dinner (yes, it’s THAT night again) so I may as well wallow in some frogging irritation too.  And since this kid isn’t due until February the yarn and the pattern have a while to think about what they did wrong.

As for the Ottawa trip.  Well, lots and lots and lots of yarn buying.  I went a little crazy in fact.  I highly recommend Wool-Tyme and I was fortunate enough to hit it during the store’s monthly warehouse sale.  I got a sweater’s worth of wool for $59.  A man’s size large 100% wool sweater.  Big score.  Also they had Noro yarns I’ve never seen.  Which of course I had to buy.  And a sweater’s worth of something that is comparable to Cash Iroha…but significantly cheaper.  The store’s regular sale area was also good.  Great deals on pretty decent yarns and if I wasn’t allergic to mohair I’d have bought the store out.  Plus some Apple Laine that’s really not that easy to find in my neck of the woods.    All in all a good (and expensive) experience.  Yes sir yes sir two giant bags full!  Don’t let the fact that this store in an industrial park put you off.  It is well worth the trip out to the ‘burbs!

The second store I went to was Wool n Things.  It’s also out in the ’burbs in an industrial park.  The owner Giselle is friendly and lovely.  Lovely beyond lovely.  And I thought it was a really good sign that she knew all the names of the women who came into the store while I was there.  Great selection of Noro, great selection of Berroco and the new Debbie Bliss magazine which really is all that.  Loving you Debbie Bliss!   Wool n Things is smaller than Wool Tyme but packed to the gills with amazing yarns.  I barely managed to escape with only one skein of Fleece Artist Casbah.  Another good (but not quite as expensive this time) experience.  Oh, Kaffe Fasset and Brandon Mably are coming to Wool n Things in October.  Brandon’s class is sold out but there was still room to see Kaffe as of my visit there last Saturday.  Lucky people in Ottawa!

My third store was Knit Knackers.  I mainly went to see the bunnies, which apparently had been taken in for the day since they were a bit cranky, so I was a bit disappointed.  I wasn’t entirely sure what I’d find at this store since the neighbourhood was a bit sketchy (Malbrigo sock in a colour I call sushi wrap since it looks like the seaweed that surrounds a sushi roll) but the sales associate was awesome!  We talked for about 20 minutes about our shared love on knitting and Ravelry addiction.  I left with a small bag of yarn…but only because Visa will now own my first, second and third born children.  Oh yeah, also because DH called to tell me he was on his way to pick me up.  Sigh.  I could have bought much much more.

Three yarn stores and three different, yet excellent and satisfying yarn shopping experiences.  I can’t wait to go back.

As for the knitting experience on the trip….not very satisfying and not at all successful.  The BSJ will be frogged, the second baby sweater will be frogged (hmmm…sensing a pattern here…am I destined to NOT knit baby clothing?) and I never got to the mittens.  Good thing since frogging boucle is painful.  Similar to me opening my Visa bill later next month I’m almost positive.