Olympic Report: Canadian Fashion

Now we have all heard a bit about those Canadians and their team jerseys…

But have you noticed the wackier uniforms sported by some other Canadians? This photo doesn’t show off the speckles on the neck of the hood or properly showcase the grey patches at the chest. I have a name for these patches but the name is best kept from polite company (we’ll just say I call them “speed *rhymes with knitties*”).

Seems this Canadian flare is a part of their speed skating tradition:

Finally lets take a moment to put this all into perspective:

Report #1

In the first two days of the Olympics I went overboard with my blog reading. I almost made it through checking in on every Olympic related blog listed here. I took a ton of notes and then sort of burnt out. I didn’t pace myself well, so now I slowly work my way through these notes of mine to bring you some coverage of our fair Olympics.

Team spirit is alive and well out there in Canada. They all actually met up in public! Amy Singer divulges a secret weapon for the fiber olympian. Looks like those Canadians also have some lucky coins and lots of beer to get them to the closing ceremony. Leaving all of us watching to wonder will all that beer help or hinder their productivity. We’ll just have to wait and see.

Aside from the button collector crazies, there will likely be several interesting fads and bits born from our frenzy. One must be the many photos out there of yarn with the teevee on in the background.

Membership requirments for many of the teams reflects that whole human spirit member of the world village sort of vibe. Team India for instance has an interesting set of requirements. Here are the thoughts of an actual team India knitter.
The Olympics isn’t the same without stories of trials and tribulations. That one chic might have fallen down the hill in a most frightening way, but at least she wasn’t stuck at an office job: “I snuck out to the bathroom and quickly casted on…” reports a committed member of Team Canada. Yes, job emergencies won’t stand in the way of the human spirit and Olympic unity. This is one of those times that we wish we had the same video replay as that other Olympics…

I have no idea what they are saying, but just looking at this record for Team Finland makes me smile.

There is a serious obstacle to your Olympic victory and it can be found in most homes. What is this threat? Should it be stopped? Find out more in our next report…

The Opening Ceremonies…

To start, we have to talk about those opening ceremonies of that other Olympics.
Since you were all busy looking at your needles, hooks, and yarn, I’ll breeze you through some of the sights that caught my eye last night.

We should all feel this beautiful when delivering a finished hand made project. Geez Luise! If we were told she had sewn the flag by hand I would decide hand sewing all the time was my new beauty regimen. This can be you at the closing ceremony! Gorgeous, sparkling, bearing your precious hand made fabric…

This is the metaphor for what happens to us when we don’t finish a project…

I’m wondering what fiber was used for these svelte and hopefully flame retardant suits and wondering when it will be available in sport weight from Lion Brand.

A miracle of garment construction: a mountain of a skirt that moves with sweet bounce at each step and somehow flatters the beauty of the wearer…


Moschino’s design “…fashioned out of nearly 33 feet of duchesse satin and supported by crinoline. The handmade skirts were made entirely by hand, with a snow effect and three-dimensional miniature pine trees and skiers. For ice, Jardini embroidered bouclĂ© wool with fake fur.”

Just as awesome were a few of the accessories worn by the olympians the mountain dress beauties led through the ceremony. Anyone have an image of the overwhelming Mongolian fur hats adorned in what I think were furry tails? Or how about the scarves worn by the athletes from Belarus?

Oooooooolympics

The Olympics is almost here! Here at the Sweet House we tend to binge on teevee during the Olympics. Rob and I had just moved in together when the Winter ‘02 Olympics hit. We were both in a phase of slothful fabulous unemployment, recovering from the dotcom days. Rob was adjusting to living in a place with cable television in the bedroom and a teevee addict girlfriend when I introduced him to the multiple channel coverage of the games. Before we knew it we were watching curling on some random cable channel at 4am. Good times. We giggled a lot. We had to giggle to make up for how deeply we got into it. The wacky rules of speed skating, that unknown girl stealing the show and gold medal in figure skating. It was all too wonderful and inspiring and giggle worthy too.

During the Summer Olympics of 2004 our dear Tivo became crammed with the fencing events. Being a former gymnastics geek I spoke far too much during the gymnastics events, feeling the need to explain every little thing to Rob. The pause button was used a lot…

So here we are, days away from the opening ceremonies. Many of my yarn pals are training for the Knitting Olympics and Crochet Olympics, this thing is huge enough to require a Librarian! So I put a lot of thought into whether or not to be a Knitlete and decided instead to be a great big fan instead… even better… how about a commentator?

I just thought of this so I’ve got to figure out the details. I think I will shed light on at least one inspiring heartwarming tale a day. this is perfect for me, I love the sappy narratives they set up for the Olympians. I actually cried during a Super Bowl Pre-Show story about the Champions Football players. So I will use my love of sacharine narrative to route on the Knitletes.

I must admit I sorta thought of this to avoid adding another project to my roster, but damn this is gonna mean a lot of blog reading! Tomorrow I gather info and make a plan, tonight I dream up my commentator name…

What do you want in an Olympic Commentator… please let me know!