You say you want a revolution
well, you know...
...we all want to change the world
Sponsor my private revolution:
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Let the Revolution begin...
*You can be any age to join the knitting revolution. It's not just grannies any more.
*To join, just grab the nearest pointy things, and tie them to the nearest string-like substance. Wave them enthusiastically in the air, yelling passionate cries such as "och aye the noo!"
*The revolution requires that you supply your own weapons. Er, needles. *Knitting can be sexy. Sure, it can. Go to knitty and be inspired!
*Knit in public, and if anyone looks at you funny, you've always got a sharp metal thing handy with which to poke their soft bits.
*Get all knitting-zen on people. Then when you really let your hair down, you can get away with it, because you're "that nice person, who knits". *insert evil laugh here*
*Oh, yeah, almost forgot. The revolution will not be televised. Or... something like that.
I moved to Canberra last November, and am now involved in the best Canberra knitting group! ... so any locals or visitors interested, go on over to Canberra Stich N Bitch yahoo group and join us in our dark endeavours! I mean, creative meeting of minds... er, yeah. Something like that. We meet at Starbucks in Civic on the first Thursday evening of every month, and the third Sunday of the month at 2pm. Come along! If you feel shy, feel free to post online first, or email someone to ask a few questions. :):):) If you want, use the contact button and I'll give you my details so we can get in touch. Always happy to get the interesting people of Canberra out of the woodwork... I know you're there, ya just hard to find sometimes *chuckle*
Sydney Knitting Adventures continue at "my" previous knitting group in Newtown: Meet up for coffee, cake, and knitting adventures galore at Barmuda Cafe, Australia Street Newtown. It's opposite the police station, and across the intersection from Newtown Train Station.
See the SSK Website for details :D
You, and this many other people with a cramp in their forefinger:
Interesting in knitting, and what other knitters are doing? Or are you just bored, or farting off at work while the boss ain't watching? Well then, I have just the thing to keep you busy for hours on end... go exploring the wonderful world of knitting blogs. Can you believe there's so many of us?
I have my favourite blog-days, and these are some of them:
A hairy tale
God on the brain
Blogging from behind a mask
Creativity and productivity
I am SUCH a nerd
Deliver me from Swedish furniture
Modern beauty is a myth
Instant karma’s gonna getcha
Harris the Well Clad Fish
The love is in the food
Embarrassment, Humiliation and Joy
The birth of a grammar avenger
Traffic Lights, part 1
Spawn of Satan
Traffic Lights, part 2
A long time ago, in a knitting bag far, far away...
And my other blog, complete with a few little patterns: http://miscsqueak.blogdrive.com
Deliver me from Swedish furniture
Yes, Fight Club is one of my favourite movies of all time. Despite the violence. I do have very strong feelings against violence, including onscreen. I make a point not to go to a movie if I've heard it's excessively violent or gruesome (Passion of the Christ, Kill Bill etc). But I admit that this movie is amazing, despite all that.
Anyway, you can see the whole of the song "This is your life" here at House of Lyrics. Top stuff. It's as moving as it is cynical. So. Can people really be individuals? Or are we destined to fill our home with hideous IKEA furniture?
This train of thought has been brought on by a few things - the individuality/creativity in knitting debate, and the fact that my kitchen is falling to pieces and has to be replaced. Since I have absolutely no money (full time student) it's going to have to be as cheap as I can get it- i.e. IKEA. Yay. I'm sure I'll survive.
Individuality is a strange thing. I think the most important thing to think is not the rather abstract concept of "individuality" itself, which can never truly be achieved, considering the diversity of humanity. No, the important thing is a person's self-concept of their own individuality.
The thing about it is this: back home in Cessnock, if you wear all black clothing and don't listen to mainstream music, you're hugely individualistic, and highly innovative.
In Newtown, you're just one of the crowd.
I consider myself quite creative in general. I like to buy my clothes from second hand stores, so that I actually do look different. I like to draw, and make things, and all that sort of stuff. But... if I'm knitting things from patterns which other people have designed, am I really creating something?
I recall a heated conversation with an ex flatmate who considered himself quite the artist. I proclaimed my self-concept of individuality, which he snorted at in disdain - how could I consider myself creative, he asked, if I didn't make the patterns up myself?
Okay. Score one-nil to ex-flatmate.
But what if I modify the pattern? What if I use highly innovative colour combinations? What if it ends up looking completely different to the picture on the pattern brochure? What if it looks exactly the same???
So, to reiterate, the important thing is that a person feels as though their efforts are creative and individual. It's all about the way you look at yourself, I think. And although I have an IKEA floor, tv cupboard, stereo cabinet and (soon) kitchen, am I no longer an individual, creative person?
I think I'm quite vain. But I'm not vain enough to think that there's no-one out there who could very well be me, thus reducing me to the dreaded status of *gasp* just another face in the crowd. Well, I long since realised that I'm not the centre of the universe, but I still consider myself a bit of an individual.
Why? Because I make my own mind up. And I have to admit that sometimes other people come to the same decision as I have. It doesn't, however, make me any less creative, or any less of an individual. Every second person might be knitting an Audrey, or a Rogue, or whatever. But if I decide to knit one, it'll be because I like it, and I want to make it, and most likely wear it.
Oh, and while I'm hopping on hot knit-blog-topics and bandwagons... about the blogger's disclaimer thing? If you don't want people to read about you, don't put it on the internet. I mean, really, get a grip: there's a reason it's called the WORLD WIDE web. Duh. Not to mention, if you don't want it repeated, don't say it. And for gawd's sake, putting it in writing is just plain stupid. Sorry if this puts anyone's little nose out, don't take it personally. My sage advice would be that if you don't want even one person you know to not read it, delete it from your blog. Easy.
There have been a few things I wouldn't blog about, usually because I wouldn't want to put my thoughts about certain people's actions or attitudes up for public viewing. Had a day today which would be great blog fodder if I didn't mind whose feelings I trampled all over, but I'm making an effort here. It doesn't really have to be written about and posted online, however juicy and brimming with the guilty pleasure of gossip.
By all the gods, I can carry on. Congrats (or condolences) to anyone who's actually made it to the end of this diatribe. And don't think any less of me for having a copycat Swedish kitchen, huh?
Posted at 8:22 pm by monnsqueak