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 karmaís 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
An obsession with productivity
I went back to uni this week. Back to working each day, feeling guilty if I go to the movies or read something that isnít a text or a journal, back to chasing the marks and writing the reports. Itís going to be a big semester Ė I have a few subjects which I know are going to be "full on".
So, with Wednesday being my "day off" (read: study like mad at home) I of course slept in this morning. Deliberately. Until 10am. Yum! Week 1 is usually pretty low key, and all I have to do is read, read, read, and organise my work for this semester.
I sit down and eat my breakfast. I feel guilty that Iíve slept in, and should have gotten up at 8. Well, too late for that now, so while Iím putting food into my mouth, I do my usual trick of reading at the same time.
It has occurred to me that Iím obsessed with productivity. If I have a relaxing day where I see friends or family, or go to dinner or whatever, I get to the end of the day and think "I didnít knit anything, I didnít read anything, or write anything, or get any exercise done." *gasp!* and suddenly Iím punishing myself for not having a productive enough day.
I suppose that my life has gradually been heading towards this. I was brought up strict christian, and the general thought of "sloth" is the very old fashioned adage "the devil finds idle hands work to do". Christadelphians donít believe in the devil, actually, but the premise was essentially the same Ė you canít be hanging about just relaxing Ė thatís sin, ducklings! If you have nothing else to do, read your bible!
And still, I dutifully pull out my book Ė these days a text book Ė and I read. Or, I knit, or spin, or whatever. When I worked out how to read and knit simultaneouslyÖ well! Could a girl be more content? But instead of getting happier at all the things I get done, I just get more depressed. No matter how much I get done, no matter how many good marks I get, bobbins I spin, or items I knit, I still feel lazy and slow and unproductive.
I really need to learn how to let all of this go. Iím always running about the place, Iím always stressed about something, Iím always furiously trying to get something finished, or started, or whatever. And it finally occurred to me this morning as I simultaneously filled my mind and body with fuel for the day that none of this is ever going to make me happy. So, Iím going to post this entry and go finish my cup of tea, and do a couple of hoursí reading. Then Iím going to throw on my tracky-dacks, and go visit my hubby at work and sit and hang out with him for a while.
And no, I still havenít finished those bloody socks. ;-P
Posted at 11:30 am by monnsqueak