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
Horn-y knitter
Musical tongs
God on the brain
Blogging from behind a mask
Creativity and productivity
I am SUCH a nerd
Deliver me from Swedish furniture
Feminist backlash
Modern beauty is a myth
Instant karma’s gonna getcha
Go feminism
Harris the Well Clad Fish
The love is in the food
Embarrassment, Humiliation and Joy
Booty
The birth of a grammar avenger
Beetles
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

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Friday, November 07, 2003
Ooer yummy. I wanna make some of these...
Have a look at these lacy handknitted vintage stockings. Well, go on! Cleeeek eeeet!!!

Just imagine them in black silk. Oh yeah. Make 'em just a little longer and bring on the garter belt, baby. The pattern, by the way, is here.

And look what I got in the mail! *poing poing* Yaaay! Wahooo! Wheeee!!! Uh... yeah. I mean, sure it's only 6 months late (gotta love cheapy sea-snail mail from America). But hey, it's the Summer 2003 edition, so I get it in our summer. Ain't that lookin' on the bright side.



Today's card: Queen of Pentacles. Don't ask me what that means, I'm just waaay to tired to think about anything much at the moment. Me and Nietzsche had a fairly serious chat today, and I now only have about 300 - 500 words to go on my essay, though I think I'm going to finish it in the morning.

 
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Ow, my head hurts...
I am gettting soooo old. One late night with not a glass of alcohol in sight (well maybe one) and I feel like my head's going to drop off. Blech.

Me and Baldy went to see Matrix Revolutions last night. Well, this morning. Oh, yeah. Talk about a good satisfying story with lots to think about. Yaaaay. Go see it, chillen, go see it. The Bald Man commented on how absolutely gorgeous Monica Belushi was looking in it. I wasn't sure if he meant her face or her... other bits. Sheesh. Even I had trouble focussing on anything else while that was on the screen *shakes head*

Anyway. Didn't come online to talk about Monica's incredible assets, the funny thing is I knew we were going to have to wait a while in the queue to get in so I took in my needles and a ball of sockyarn, and when the movie finally started, I just kept going.

super-observant woman who was sitting just near us, about 1/2 hour before the movie started... to Luke: "oh! You're reading" *laughs nervously* (personally I know that reading for pleasure is becoming less and less common, but from the look on her face you would have thought he was sharpening a big knife while staring fixedly at her jugular. Duh)... then, immediately after this scintillating comment, to me: "oh! and you're knitting!" *laughs again, this time with a slightly hysterical tinge*

My response? Well, since I wasn't at the end of a row and all four needles were in use, I didn't stab her. Besides, the attendant was roaming about the place just itching to evict trouble-making knitters and photo-takers. So I just smiled sweetly at her, rolled my eyes, and hoped she'd go away. I'm not very vocal around 1am.

So. The movie started, and I knitted this:

I superimposed it on top of the bunyip jumper stripes to show how niftily (though not necessarily exactly) these two items go together.

Meanwhile, I have a date with Nietzsche. Miserable, mad, arrogant bastard that he was. Interesting, though...

 
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Da Bunyip Lives!
The rather gorgeous and soft yarn that this jumper is made from is called "Bunyip", and besides being ridiculously expensive, it's amazingly soft. Feels sort of like brand new polar fleece before you wash it the first time and it goes all festy, but maybe a bit lighter rather than the dense feel of polar fleece.

Make sense?

Nyeh, just look at the picture of it then...



Yeah, I'm pulling a weird face. Whatever.

I've shortened the cuffs and just done them straight cut-off rather than shaped, and taken about 5cm from each side seam, making it a much more flattering (not to mention accurate) fit. Voila! I sewed off the side seams, and to finish it completely I'll just oversew the side seams so they don't come undone. The cuffs, rather than picking up the stitches, since bunyip is so fluffy and hides a multitude of crap stitches, I just double-crocheted (that's single crochet for all you Americanos) around the edge of the cuff after I cut it off where it needed to be. This bit may need a piece or two of strategically placed sewing to fill the gaps as well. *shrug* I'm happy with that.

The colours look oddly muted in this pic (I think I had the forced flash on when I didn't need it. Ah well.) ...but the colour scheme's a dead ringer for Regia Ringel colour "ringel clown" (5048), which I've inserted at the bottom right hand corner of the pic. Maybe I'll have to sneak in a pair of socks for myself while no-one's looking. Yuuuuummmy.

Me and the gorgeous Bald Man are off to see Matrix Revolutions tonight (well Thursday morning anyway) at 1am. Whahoo! Meanwhile, it's books books and more books for me again today. Counting down the sleeps until Tuesday when I get my life back...

 

 
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Oooh, she's just on FIRE!
here's the rug, it's finished. Not much work in sewing it up and putting the crochet border on it, and now I only have about 20g of black plastic left in the stash. Yay! I would have preferred the squares plain black, but I couldn't be arsed making another two squares to replace the coloured ones. So now when I'm a cold little granny in the car I can chuck this over myself and voila. Instant witcheroo.



So, since Lily had her headless day, I decided to play the same game...



This is the bunyip jumper I made a year ago, with built in gloves. *boom boom!* Oh, she's on fire today... *rolls eyes at self* So, since the sleeves are waaaay too long, I'm unpicking them at the cuffs and re-doing those bits. Just in time for summer. I may get brave and get out the scissors and the sewing needle and give it some body shaping, too, since the drape around the waist is just odd.

Wha.... ergh. I've got to go make some coffee...

 
Monday, November 03, 2003
Beautiful afternoon in Sydney
It's been a bloody beautiful day here in Sydney, and I'm just loving it. Our place might be tiny and covered in half-chewed bird food but it's absolutely heavenly sitting here in the afternoon on a sunny day. Mellow mellow mellow. So I'm taking a couple of pics, and getting back into chapter 4 of "Psychology: Themes and Variations". I've pretty much finished my stash-eating black rug during my breaks today (yeah, I get a lunch break and all, whoo hoo! Not to mention the night off when the beautiful Bald Man gets home. Yay!)

 
my living room on a heavenly monday arvo... that's the "fast wheel" (sheesh I'm going to have to name the things to distinguish between them) and the birds' playpen next to the birds' penthouse and the nifty rug we got in Damascus... really must go back there one day... oh and the black thing on the floor is just a stray ball of wool. it must have escaped the basket.

So, all in all a good day, I've finally come up with my topic for my final philosophy essay, and have made a dent in the psych study. Heh. Not to mention there's been the whole added excitement of having had an offer of grrrrly lovin' on the side; however a sub-clause in the Rule of Engagement has just ruled the whole thing out. Oh! Sorry. Back to the real world. I'm sure Cyn's being rude on the tag board just to get another mention on the blog. Go get your own blog, you show-stealing teasing hussy, you!!!

lily doing the "headless chicken" dance... well just sleeping actually. aw! my tiels love an afternoon nap, funny huh. we're all just old women here. meanwhile, phoenix peers at me suspiciously (as usual). he/she had been sleeping peacefully a minute before as well, but isn't quite as laid-back as lilly-pilly is.

Getting this card didn't surprise me in the least. *smiles dreamily and gets back to work* ... I think I'm drunk on afternoon sunlight. Yum.

 
Sunday, November 02, 2003
Coffee please!
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.

 
Friday, October 31, 2003
Ye gods...
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!

 
Thursday, October 30, 2003
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.
ELEANOR."

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.

 
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
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...

 
Friday, October 24, 2003
Studybloggin...
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.

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