You say you want a revolution
well, you know...
...we all want to change the world
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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
The whole internet knitting thing started with an Aussie yahoo groups lot called knitting-australia. They had this squares exchange thing going, where if you sent someone a square in a colour of their choice, they'd send you back one in a colour of your choice. Being me, I wanted black squares. Being them, they tended to take a bit of creative license with the instruction to "just give me black". Ah well. Knitting in black is notoriously boring and a bit rough on the eyes. (Hey! I wonder if bugknits.com would charge extra for black *thinks about knitting a 1cm square jumper in black silk and goes crosseyed just thinking about it. Och.*) So here is about a year's worth of square exchange squares with the person's names underneath.
Then you add one lazy Friday night and little bit of designing help from the lovely and very helpful Lily (she liked the addition of the yellow smiley face) and voila... one rug. I'm currently crocheting a border round the edge to eat all that leftover black plastic stuff in my stash.
You know how sometimes you hear oldies say that they're a young person inside, just trapped in an old person's body? Well, I have this sneaking suspicious that I'm just a grumpy old hag trapped inside a young body. A bit tragic really, but I'm sure with time this problem will be all sorted out, and one day I'll fulfil my lifelong dream of being a grumpy old hag with a dirty sense of humour in a grumpy old hag's body. There now, that'll be much better, won't it?
Finally,this is for the lovely Jennywren, who was asking about Landscapes dyes and whether you can change the shade within the same colour. This is some merino top which I bought plain white and dyed with Landscapes dyes. It's all with the same dye, basically I just layered the presoaked top in a container, one layer east-west and the top layer north-south. Then I mixed up some blue dye very concentrated, and put about 4 blobs spaced at about 12, 3, 6 and 9oclock, then I didn't have much dye left so watered the leftover dye right down and blobbed it about at about 4 spots inbetween the other dye spots. The dark bits are the first four blobs, the lighter bits are the later spots.
Actually this method was only for the piece of wool at the top of the picture. The lower piece of wool had way too much dye used, it was my practice piece... the top one with its eight little blobs of dye, the lower one I had gotten a bit too enthusiastic (and generous) with the dyes.
That pretty much sums up the study-free parts of my weekend, and it's a quiet, low-key entry because I haven't had my coffee yet... the Bald Man said about 20 minutes ago "put the kettle on and I'll make us a cuppa"... he's currently chasing Phoenix around, who's just come to site behind me on the chair to get away from him. Ah! Peaceful Sunday mornings... it's not very often that I'm this mellow, so I'm going to get the hell OFF this computer and go enjoy it. Not to mention remind Luke about that coffee...
Adios darlings, happy Beltane to all you southern hemispherers and happy Halloween to all the northerners. Mmm, one of my favourite cards.
Ever get the feeling you're in the right spot but maybe not quite the right time?
You have to have a look at this site called "Bugknits". I swear I've never seen anything like it. I was looking at the gloves and jumpers and things thinking, hey, I could do this. And then I look at her latest offerings. Maybe not. Though I just may get out a few pins and some silk tonight and give it a go (that'll be the tragic element of this story, especially after I go crosseyed.)
This woman sells all this stuff. and have a look at the price tags. That's American dollars, my dears, not Aussie. Sheesh. I'm utterly gobsmacked. People actually pay that sort of money for doll's clothes. Am I in the wrong industry? *grin* If only I'd thought of this idea first!
Keepin' it short and sweet now, since I just wrote a mad fun entry and the computer ate it (with a little bit of help from my errant and sometimes excitable left pinky. Ah well.) Off to hit the books, since I've pretty much tried to pretend (unsuccessfully) that all those text books were just a figment of my imagination. Mind over matter is a myth!
Oh, so pretty!
I swear I'm not a lemming. I really truly promise. I bought this pattern some months ago, and recently there's a wave of people all over the net (well within the knitty people on the net anyway, heh) who are knitting these gorgeous gloves. It's not really much of a coincidence that I just happen to have this pattern, since I suppose if you trawl the web enthusiastically enough you could find bizarre coincidences* everywhere.
Here's a pic of the pattern I bought. (oh, so pretty! Doesn't the model look sooo thoughtful...)
It's a photocopy of a page from a really old magazine called the "Friend" (you can just see "END" sticking out at the top of the torn off corner). It says at the top of the page:
"Just a year ago the 'Friend' gave the first directions ever
published for gloves knitted on traditional Sanquhar lines. From all
over the world requests for the design still reach me. So today I
give another version.
For some reason, this little blurb just tickles me. Yeah, easily amused, I know.
I will eventually get around to knitting these, I'm not sure if I have any wool suitable for them, so I might spin some up. Any excuse, I know.
* while you're looking at this link, check out the chick on the hospital bed. Sheesh lovey, I wish I looked that bloody good after surgery... *snicker* Now I'm gonna tuck my daily card back into the pack and get on with my final essay of the year.
Rant time... hehehe
I have a few little rants which are long standing and well practised. Some of them are even rational and reasonable. Heh.
One of my personal favourites is my "apostrophe rant".
What is with people and their inability to use apostrophes properly??? This cute little thingy is the smallest bit of punctuation you can use, and yet it can just piss me off so mightily that I may, without any warning at all, launch into a loud, impassioned and potentially embarrassing rant.
When my friend Hyacinth came to visit a few weeks ago, one such fit was witnessed by the general public on King Street Newtown, when I completely lost the plot in front of a hairdresser's store which proudly displayed a sign out the front advertising... "HAIRCUT'S". *faints just at the memory of it* Talk about a traumatic moment.
Anyway, off I went. Cynthy watched in amusement, helpfully winding me up every time I slowed down a little. I was doubly annoyed by the fact that their sign and their window differed in the spelling, one having the apostrophe and one where it was thankfully absent. I mean, really. If you're going to be wrong, be consistently wrong. (This philosophy is closely related to that of "that's my story and I'm bloody well sticking to it").
So. Just to top it all off, the Vietnamese Hot Bread Shop next door, God love 'em, showed us all how it was done, with a sign which proclaimed "Alan's Hot Bread". Not that hard, is it? (I mean, hello, these guys don't even have English as their first language!)
Don't even start me on the your-you're. Or the they're there their. And the way people say "off of" *clutches at throat and swoons dramatically*... eg "why won't my computer boot off of its hard drive?" (note the correct use of "its" here... does this almost but not quite make this hideous faux pas acceptable? btw, I did pull this from "off of" *snicker* a real web site but have chosen to not humiliate the author here, hehehehe, just go look at google and it's outta my hands).
For some time, I have believed myself to be alone in this war against bad grammar, and then (it must be a knitter's thing, I dunno) these links started appearing on quite a few knitting blogs... apparently someone's made a Grammar Avengers Webring! Whee!!!
And just to make me feel better, there's this...
Cooooool. Somehow, like misery, I believe nerdity loves company.
Go the daily card... I'm sure a bit of a challenge is good for the soul. Especially when the holidays are only 2 weeks away...
I'm determined to get through uni without having to pull an all-nighter. I'm usually pretty nerdy, and get my assignments done before the day they're due. I did, however, get a bit carried away with my most recent assignment (psych lab report, erk) and stayed up until about 230am last night... er, this morning. I wish I knew how to link a sound to this page, if I did, it would be Weebl saying "I feel like the poop". Yeerrrrr.... Now it's 730am (got up at 6am to finish the report) and I'm giggling insanely at the computer screen. Whooooo boy. I think it's time to have a shower and get on to uni. *heh*
Anyway, remember my little nesting spree and my lovely neat working corner? Well this is what it looks like when the study bomb has hit it. Actually, it's not too bad this time, all the notes taped to the puter come down as I include them in the report, and there are only two coffee cups, and two "almost" unencumbered surfaces (the tall chair and the drafting desk, ooh make that three, the stereo often gets buried too... whoa. Obviously won't get a distinction for this one!)
BTW, the stray bra was removed before the shot was taken, so this is not an entirely authentic example of the havoc wreaked by the study bomb. Mwahahaha...
Yeeeargh. Off I go, it's fresh juice, brekky and shower time for this little nerd.
Rub a dub dub, 3 skeins in a tub
Wow. Can life get any more exciting?
Oh, and Dave? SMSing the Bald Man your suggestion that a niddy noddy may be referred to by certain boring non-spinnerly type people as a cross-reel was NOT VERY NICE! Shame on you!!! Now all he has to do to piss me off is waggle his eyebrows and slyly sneer "Crooooooss Reeeeel".
Grrrrrrr......... :-P hehe
Jumping Woolly Kangaroos, Batman!!!
I finally wound the newly plyed wool onto my niddy noddy and twisted it into a skein. Much fun and laughter ensued when the Bald Man decided he was convinced I'd made up the name "niddy noddy" and was just taking the piss.
"Sure it's called a niddy noddy" I say to him, and start rummaging in the office for it. It's only a small thing, and it's come to pieces, so I'm madly throwing stuff all over the place. I hear him come in to the office behind me.
"It's not really called that", he states hopefully. I think he's worried about me. Maybe I've been studying too hard and I'm starting to crack?
"No, no", I say, viciously kicking aside the dust bunny I've just disturbed, and pulling triumphantly on a familiar piece of lathed wood, "it's really called that." I grin evilly. "Trust me".
He looks at me ever more suspiciously. "No one is going to call that bit of wood a niddy noddy" he says with an air of finality, "and I'd be willing to bet on that".
Silly boy. So now he owes me... well, we tend not to bet in actual money, so he owes me the stakes of this sad little bet. Apparently, though, just this morning someone has posted to a spinning list that I'm on that the actual technical name for it is a "Cross Reel". I dunno. It just doesn't sound right. I feel my world begin breaking down and tumbling down about my ears. Will I tell the Bald Man? Oh, the dilemmas of the modern spinner! *faints* How will I ever recover???
Oh yeah. This is the wool. Yay!
A sordid tale of unbridled lust...
A friend, whose nickname is Sooty (his other one is Godboy, though I think I'm the only one who calls him that... who loves ya, Godboy! Huh, huh?), sent this to a list I'm on the other day. Sharing is caring, so here it is.
I laughed so hard I felt like I'd done 50 situps. I love it. Go you sexy little pig!
Green shirt pics
The neck: note really shifty and horrid edge bit. This I'm going to fix up and disguise with yummy antiquey looking silver buttons up the collar.
And: that sleeve just has to go! Ta ta!!! I'm unpicking it from the cuff, as you see...
the cross stitch detail looks great at the waist, but at the sleeve it just scrunches up. Ah well. Live and learn and all that. BTW, this is some wool that I spun aaages ago on my little Traveller wheel, and have finally gotten around to doing something with it. It was Bendigo Ready-Spin. Great stuff for chunky spinning, haven't tried finer yarns with it, but it's poifect for a good "handspun-looking" yarn.
So I'm off to my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary this arvo. My grandparents are great. I don't see them very often, but when I do, they're better than telly. They're awesome. Slightly psychotic, but cool. Take my nan for instance... (She's not the nan that taught me how to knit when I was a little tyke of 4 driving her totally barmy at the Chrissy hols, btw, this is my mum's mum).
Let me tell you, when I look at my nan, my mum, and my aunties, the whole thing about temperament being genetic becomes a really really REALLY strong argument. Heh. Basically I reckon Nan and Pop are still together after 50 years because they haven't actually gotten around to killing each other yet, although the party may always be called off at the last minute due to something like this; and they actually enjoy a good argument. Audience optional. Hehehe. They adore needling each other, it's quite funny. I think if they finally started being nice to one another, they'd probably just get bored and get a divorce.
So anyway, here's to 50 years of wedded bliss (though how blissful can life be when you have 14 kids? Whoo boy. This is going to be a VERY INTERESTING PARTY. Mwahahahaha)
This card is starting to creep me out. Is life just one repressed denial stacked onto another? Yeee...
I love my little progress-o-meter!!!
It's so nifty... did you notice that the green shirt said 90% and now says 80%? That's cos I unpicked a heap of it. *gasp*... yes, I know, I'm a bit phobic about unpicking but it's unavoidable with this. The sleeves are hugely long and the neck is way too small. Grr. I re-did one and it still looked shite, so I'm pulling it apart all over the place and giving it a major rehaul. Meanwhile, the spinning of the kangaroo-coloured wool just keeps on going up... I'm loving the new wheel, it's heavenly to use.
The neck on the green shirt is a roll-over type deal, and I'm going to put a split down the side and make it shorter so only the tiny bit at the top rolls over, and put a couple of old-looking silver buttons on it. That'll do the trick with the size prob.
As for the sleeves, the holey detail has to go, it's just too unstable and the sleeves flop everywhere. Blech. So I'm just going to do them in 1x1 rib, but a nice long cuff, say about a third of the forearm length.
I'll take pics to explain all when I get home, as I'm updating this from the puter at uni. Had a cancelled lecture, so here I am, playing! Yay!
Life is... going to work out just fine.