You say you want a revolution
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...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
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.
Spinning, knitting and studying
Yay! I have finally given the new wheel a bit of a spin. Och, what a pun!!! Here it is, ready to go with no wool on it yet... and looking much better for all the tlc I've given it over the last couple of weeks (ie lots of linseed oil, sewing machine oil, new conrod and treadle kit, new drive band, and a great big dose of beeswax)
I'm spinning the grey-brown fleece which I got for free with the wheel, and it's the most luscious colour. I've taken a photo of the first half-a-bobbin which I spun last night. It'll end up two ply, probably about sockwool weight or a little thicker.
You can't actually see it in the photo, but the colour is really three-dimensional, very lustrous and reflective. Yum. I think I might have been a bit close, the wall looks in better focus than the wool. Hehe. Ah well, I'll pic it again when it's plyed and wound into a skein.
Life is... all about enjoying yourself. :-)
Books and things...
I've read a couple of books in the past 2 weeks I've had free. There are some solitary pursuits in life I really really adore: making things (art or craft, not fussy), good food, music, lazing in the afternoon sun, and reading. Not necessarily in that order, not necessarily done simultaneously.
So since being on holidays I've indulged in some "real" reading - that is, NOT for uni. I read a couple of fantasy books, a historical novel and a 5 disc audio book which I listened to on the way to and from Cessnock for the family visit.
First on the list was Ship of Magic - the first in a series called the Liveship Traders. I've read Robin Hobb's Farseer Trilogy a couple of years ago, and didn't go for the Liveship series because of Hobb's uncanny ability to produce the sensation of physically having your heart wrenched from your chest. Her characters are amazingly real and complex, and she isn't shy when it comes to a brutally realistic plot, and the characters' reactions to the situations they find themselves in. But... had a friend recommend this one quite enthusiastically, telling me that this trilogy is somewhat more optomistic than the Farseer books. I loved Ship of Magic, well worth it if you enjoy the fantasy genre, but don't start it unless you have lots of free time on your hands - it's one of those stories that really sucks you in, and now I'm salivating for book 2. After the exams!
Then I read Bernard Cornwell's Heretic. Top series, not quite historical fantasy, though it uses authentic settings. Not bad, but a bit dry after Hobb's rich tapestry of character and setting. The Bald Man believes Cornwell's style to be far superior, due to the detailed battle scenes and historical detail, so if you're into that sort of stuff, you'd probably get a real kick out of the series. Heretic was the third book of his Grail Quest series.
I devoured a book called Virgin by Robin Maxwell in less than a day. It's the story of Queen Elizabeth I as a teenager with a huge crush on her father's widow's husband. Lots of naughty angst. Hehehe. It wasn't the greatest book I've ever read, since it focuses a bit too much on the introspection of the characters in places, and thus becomes a little slow. Historically it was worth it though, since, as the author points out, this is a part of history which is often overlooked despite the fact Elizabeth's obsession with this man could have changed history dramatically. Maxwell's historical notes are great, though she only devotes about 7 pages at the end of the book to this purpose, and I would have liked to have seen some more.
Finally, I listened to Dirt Music on the way to visiting mum and my sisters in Cessnock. A solitary drive of 2 1/2 hours each way is pretty bloody boring, so I've taken to borrowing audio books from Waverly Library. Yay! Anyway, after moving steadily downhill since my first book of the holidays, Dirt Music was a great surprise. I only picked it up because it appeared the least boring of the cds available on the day, but it was really worth it. The thing I liked about it most was the portrayal of Australia's vicious and feral beauty. Fantastic stuff. Don't know about the book itself, but the abridged audio version was wonderful, full of desperately real people with sometimes disturbingly familiar thoughts and attitudes. Loved it.
So. That'll be the reason I haven't knitted or spun much in the last 2 weeks. Getting right into the culture thing, I also went to a play at the Opera House yesterday - The Club. Good fun, great to get the laughter going, though I suspect a true footy fan would have enjoyed it much more. My eyes started to glaze over when the old footy heavy starts reminiscing about the past. Yech. Footy. Then when I come home, the Bald Man's glued to (3 back to back games) of world cup Rugby. *heaves longsuffering wifely sigh*... yeh it's great to catch up with your man after being away for 3 days. *snort*
Yech! I've typed more than I anticipated... eep! I'm going to add a helpfully labelled photo of the duck tour that me, Cynthy, Mish and her little girl Xenedra went on last week. I don't very often do "touristy stuff" around Sydney, but if you're a local and you ever have a visitor, it's very much worth the time, and just waaaay too much fun. (Still can't get image out of head of mad tour guide swinging from the duck's ceiling and hooting like a chimp. oooh boy.) The guide hung out the window with signs like "give us your best duck dance" and "enjoying the sunshine?" to waggle at unsuspecting Sydney pedestrians. Mwahahahaha! Suits are sooooo boring! *snicker*
Yeh, it's a crap pic with all our yellow "quackers" stuck in front of all our faces, but doesn't it look like fun???
Life is... beautiful.
Nesting, part 2
Anyone who thinks they're a bit of a nesting expert has nothing on cockatiels. These guys are nuts.
Lily, the gorgeous blonde tiel who is the avian reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe herself, has once again gone into psycho spring mode. Spring's pretty exciting around our place. At the slightest provocation, this gorgeous golden creature, here pictured digesting her last victim, will go into a frenzied rage and rip the offending being limb from limb, and then calmly proceed to straighten her feathers.
Aww! She's sooo cute! This is the "I'm so cute I don't even have a beak" pose. I've caught her practising this one in front of the mirror. Really.
So anyway. Watch out for up and coming knitted cockatiel jumper designs. *snicker*.
Back to nesting... this is Lily's little clutch of four googies:
Yes, yes, you tasteless sods, that is Lily's poo as well. Good on you. Try cleaning a bird cage with a psychotic Squeak-eating yellow feathered furious TIEL OF DOOOOM attacking you like there's no tomorrow, and then we'll talk dirty cages. Sheesh.
Got another repeat card today. After getting the hierophant three times last week, I was getting a bit freaked out. I must be a slow learner. LOL...
Nesting, part 1
I'm still on uni holidays, and I'm nesting. It's so nice to just give into instinct and have a great big cleanup. Trust me, this doesn't happen very often at all with me, so when it does, I make the most of it. I also make up a whole lot of relate rules like:
The bookshelves don't count
The wardrobes don't count
If the vacuum cleaner bag is full, the floor doesn't count
What you can't see doesn't count (ie all those darling lil dust bunnies under stuff)
Dust on wine bottles also doesn't count, as it makes them look more expensive anyway. Bonus for this dust, my friends
Knitting stuff doesn't count (works in progress!)
etc etc... I'm sure you get the picture.
The main aim here, is to allow a person to walk from one end of the home to the other without suffering potentially embarrassing injuries, like dust-bunny hickies to the ankles. (Try explaining that one to your mum!)
So, instead of looking like the back end of a warzone, my place is looking more like this:
...this is the reading corner. Note the rather cool painting of the Bald Man and me on the wall... a friend painted it for us as a wedding gift, and it's awesome.
Then on the other side, the working corner.
No me. I'm still working on the timed shot thingy. Until then, I'm running around madly photographing anything that sits still long enough with my wuverly new digital camera.
Most of the pics don't even make it to the computer, I just delete 'em. Fun fun fun!
On the knitting front, I've not done much except for persevere on Judy's socks even though I spat a big wobbly about them the other day. I'm am duty's slave, as Frederick would say. (Whew. The web has some scaaary stuff on it. Pirates of Penzance was my favourite musical as a child). I have to re-do her toes. Blech.
The Masquerade Ball and a knitted necklace... pictures galore, darlings!
I have finally abandoned the socks in sheer disgust and boredom. Especially since I made Judy's too long and have to undo and redo the toes. NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
So, instead of doing that, and since I was already feeling rather creative, having made two masks for the SUMS annual ball, I decided to knit a wire and bead necklace to go with my nifty beaded black mask which I'd just glued and sewn together.
That's the Bald Man and me. Yep, and that's the necklace. The masks turned out a little bit sinister, actually, but that was half the fun.
So I knitted this necklace from a fairly fine gauge silver-coloured wire, and seed and bugle beads threaded on, I have a progress photo and a detail photo:
It's just plain ol' garter stitch, and I put the clasp at the front since it was just too pretty to hide at the back, and the back was plain because I actually ran out of time and had to be at the ball! So off I ran.
It was really neat, people just freaked when I told them it was knitted. Adele just laughed when I said "see my necklace that I knitted up this arvo before I came to the ball", she thought I was kidding. Mwahaha. I looooove screwing with people's minds!
So, life has been fun with Cynthy staying with us. Luke got her TOTALLY smashed on cocktails the other night while I was at choir, and thank god for that, since her having a hangover at least gave me a bit of a headstart. Hehehehehe....
I gave her the necklace. I have a sneaky suspicion it looks better on her than me, but since she's rather gorgeous in general, I can cope with that.
Life is... exciting. :-)
Yay for the camera! *whee!*
I'm not taking a picture of myself, as I have the godzilla of zits on my chin. Heh.
So instead, it's a progress photo of Jude's socks. Honestly, I swear I'm not knitting ONE MORE PAIR! How the heck is there an entire yahoo socknitters list of people who only ever knit socks. Bloody hell. Boring boring boring. So... when I finish these, not for a looong long time.
I want to knit the bunnies on Sarah's blog. Ooh yeh. Stasheater bunnies.
So, yay for the camera! These are Judy's 3/4 finished socks.
Whoo hoo! So I've finished aaaall my essays for now, don't have anything due for a MONTH, and I'm almost human again.
My friend Hyacinth from Perth is staying with me, so minimal blogging and plenty of running around pretending I'm a young single chicky babe *snicker* whew, she's hard work to keep up with, that one. :-)
Got the 6 of wands today. Weird. Totally irrelevant. Ah well.
Very weird dream
strange dream last night. I was being held hostage in the Middle East and I was put on top of a pile of chocolates with the other prisoners who were a man, his wife and his young child. We were told to stay there and wait by the armed men keeping us there. The other prisoner told me not to worry, and started rummaging about in the pile of chocolates, and there, underneath the first layer, was a pile of knitting pins. Whoa. Freeeeaky.
So he picks up one of them and starts telling me that it would be best to stab the guys in the ears with em. Right. Good point. Don't know where that thought came from, but I woke up thinking that I really shouldn't be obsessing about criminology essays and socknitting at the same time.
I'm putting the finishing touches on that essay now. I resisted the urge to put any murderous accounts of death by dpn in, and I fear it's rather more boring for the omission. Oh well. Guess I'll pull my card for the day and get it finished.
1000 hits! Ye gods...
1000 hits??? Go find something constructive to do, you lot, go on, shoo! *snicker*
Well, 1000 thank yous to all my visitors, and *BLAAAAT* to all those who didn't say hi (which will be about 982 or so. Heh.) God knows how I ended up on Blogdrive's favourites list, but that probably has something to do with it as well. Heh.
It's four assignments down and one to go on the countdown clock! Trust me, everyone, it'll be worth it when I finally pick up my lil needles and become human again (2 days to go until the last essay is due) because...
I'm getting a digital camera! Whoo!
Yes, I'm spoiled spoiled spoiled rotten. How does an unemployed student with a no good unemployed Bald Man for a hubby get a digital camera?
Now all you wondering why I'm bothering to make my mum-in-law handknitted socks? Because she's an absolute honey of course and spoils me rotten. Since she's the one with the dollars and I can't buy her something nice in return, a handmade thingy is always nice. So as soon as I work out how to use the thang, I'll get some nifty photos up of the latest progress.
And the green shirt! Yee! Just when you thought it didn't exist, too.
So. For all of you guys who didn't turn up for the concert, it was great! For all you guys who did turn up, sorry it sucked a bit. *snort* Nyeh, that's just sour grapes because I think maybe the other choir was more fun that us. Ah well. It was pretty damn good actually, and of course we all got a huge kick out of it. Unfortunately the lovely and rather gorgeous young organist had other arrangement and couldn't come to the after-party which was a pity, since I had a gorgeous young soprano all lined up ready to meet him. *heh* see what happens when you're married? You turn into a pervy old matchmaker. But it's FUN!!!!!!!!!!!! Mwahahaha...
And since knitbloggers will boot me from their ring if I don't make a knitting related post... comment... something...
Did you know?
Did you know that if you go to www.google.com, and type in nifty knitting in Sydney, and then click "I'm feeling lucky", my blog pops up! Now how bloody nifty is that????????
Oh yes, and I did find a very nifty site which has animated knitting lessons. Oooh. Actually, I think I need the shortrowing animation. Still haven't got that wrap thing down pat. So... have a look...
Finally, while I'm feeling especially garrulous and am successfully putting off finishing that last essay... heh... Phoenix is showing every sign of being about to lay eggs. Awww!!! (See left of blog for the Phoenix/Phoebe dilemma. Is he a she? Is she a he??? We still don't know, but we're developing henly suspicions!)
Pulled the Emperor for the first time ever today. *waggles eyebrows*
PS: word of the day: NIFTY of course!!! Why do I love the word so much? It all started with Sluggy's first spoofy of Harry Potter, Torg Potter and the Sorcerer's Nuts and continues with their Torg Potter and the Chamber Pot of Secretions. Oh dear.