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What am I selling on Ebay today? 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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Knitting can be a criminal activity That's right my friends. Your knitting could cost you a fine, or even a gaol sentence! Well maybe not the gaol sentence. I was happily knitting away (my muminlaw's sock, which I then undid and restarted on bigger needles anyway) in the very stationary traffic at a set of traffic lights a few days ago when a siren goes off right next to me and I look over to see a bemused looking police officer indicating that I should wind down my window. Cop: You know that's illegal? What I wanted to say: Not bloody likely mate, now push off and leave me alone! What I actually said (quite meekly): Really? (yeh, I'm a really verbal gymnast at times) Cop: Yes it is. What I wanted to say next: Well tell me which law forbids knitting at the traffic lights, smartarse! What I actually said (again, quite meekly): Oh. What, sitting still at the lights, knitting??? (I know. I think he was blown away by my formidable use of the English language in all its beauty and complexity) Cop: Yeh, so put it away, all right? What I wanted to say next: Oh just fuck off and book a real criminal wontcha? Where the hell were you when I got bailed up in a servo by some psycho for half an hour last year? HUH??????? SHITHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!! What I actually said (face now burning with embarrassment): Okay, I'll put it away then. Grr. As the absolutely wonderful (and probaby verbally superior) Lyndell said (when I posted it to the legendary justdoitknits yahoo group): Huh ! what about all the people who drive with the Mobile glued to the ear? what about people driving along in mid domestic argument, what about people who put make-up on at the lights, squeeze zits at the lights ... I mean you see people doing all sorts of unspeakable things while they are waiting at traffic lights. What about the idiot in a silver sports car (obvious mid-life crisis in full-bloom) who tried to flatten me this morning when I was walking on the footpath and he wanted to turn into the drive way - sorry but pedestrian has right of way when driveway crosses footpath. Sorry, but why can't you knit at the lights? I don't get it. If you're going to skewer anyone with the needles it'll be yourself - and no-one is going to let you sit at the lights once they've gone green. That's the definition of a spit second isn't it? being the time between the lights going green and someone behind you honking their horn. Someone tried to hassle me about knitting in the train a while ago and I told them I'd been doing it for years and hadn't managed to skewer anyone ... yet. Said the last bit with an evil smirk which seemed to work - well it was pre-1st-coffee-of-the-day. Yeah, what she said. Thanks Lyndell!
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