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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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The dog ate my homework Why am I still buggering about the house and not studying? The dog ate my homework and then made me spin this:  these are the singles... I was going to ply that lovely shiny silk with it, but ran into a major tangling disaster. No more silk.  Instead, I just plied it with plain ol' black polycotton. Worked jis fahn.  So, would you fail me? Distraction and destruction Distraction being the teddy thing. I have made a tiny amount of progress on Tiny Ted, nothing worth documenting unfortunately, since I've only been working on him during choir rehearsals. It'll get there, I'm sure. Destruction being that I have a sneaking suspicion that I may not have enough yarn to complete him, and therefore may have to give him a dunking in the frog pond. I dunno. I'm sure I'll work it out. I have been distracted from the original teddy by the idea of making a couple of these charming little dudes:  The pattern is from HERE... ... is this not enormously wonderful??? How cute. I'm going to use this wool, so they'll be psychedelic-type bears:  The teddies aten't for me. I'm doing this child observation study for uni, and have to "borrow" several children to watch and take notes, and the arrangement of times has been MASSIVE! I had no idea that babies and young children had such demanding social calendars. Unreal. I remember *hehe here comes an old fart moment* when I was little we used to hang about, play in the dirt with truck and cars and marbles, ride our bikes, set things on fire, you know all that stuff you do around home. But then again, look how I turned out. Eep! So what I'll probably do is make a teddy for the 2 little kiddies involved, and they'd BETTER LIKE THEM! *ahem*. Yeah. As for the older boy, (he's 7 or so) I'll think of some little present with a dinosaur, or flesh eating grub on it. He likes that sort of stuff. Nice kid, no wonder I think he's so cute. *grin* So, off to continue the prepatory reading for the study. Such is life when you're a student.
Dendrobium biggi... wha...? Urm... My friend Nicole grows orchids. Being the semi-useless gardener that I am (see below) I worship respectfully at her and her boyfriend Andrew's feet (he grows bonsai). Anyway, Nick's orchid is flowering! Whoo hoo! (Nick - photos! *ka chow!*) Apparently it will look something like the orchid in this link. And yes, apparently that is its botanical name. Dendrobium biggibum. Unreal. Personally I can't see from the shape of the orchid how this charming name came about, but I got my money's worth of amusement out of it this afternoon. I turned my head around to the side to look at it upside down, but I still can't see the connection. I have nothing knitterly to relate. My big excitement of the Easter weekend was the rediscovery of my loungeroom floor. But hey, I never claimed to be housewife of the century. And finally, this is my pathetic excuse for a herb garden. I'm all energy in my life, but I lack consistency. Hence, if you're interested, I can give you a list of all the hardiest herbs in the world. Pictured below, of course. *toothy grin* 
what'll I make it into...? A scarfling of one's own design?  Yes, yes I think I will, and it will look dem fahn! (Anyone a mad Narnia fan? Know who the dem fine woman was in the story???)
Well THAT was freaky Me, Cynthy, Dave and the Bald Man were wandering about Newtown looking at nifty stuff like second hand books, and Cynthy sees a $2 coin on the ground. "Look", she says to me, "two dollars." "Yay! Pick it up!" I squeak happily, showing that being a poor student does indeed make you desperate and shameless. "You can buy yourself a free cup of coffee! Whoo hoo!" Cynthy shuffles uncomfortably. "I don't want to" she says to me. "Wha... why? Money! Look!" I reply, picking up the little coin and waggling it at her. She explains to me that it might have bad karma and that someone else might need it more. I think, well, fair enough, and suggest salt and sage. She doesn't look too amused at my irreverent attempt at greed justification. I give it to the Bald Man, who puts it into his wallet. So, I'm getting off the train today (which surfaced from the underground between Kings Cross and Edgecliff station this afternoon, showing me a few seconds of the dusk sky, and then dived again down, down, down the declining track and under the surface of the ground again, the groaning and whistling of the brakes eerily reminiscent of whalesong) and there was this 20c piece on the ground. I remembered the $2 coin, and the two fundraising chocolates which were stolen from my reception desk at work today. I have to put in those two missing dollars from my own pocket. (I saw one thief walking out, the bright blue packet visible in his hand, and his face full of false cheerfulness when he came back in ten minutes later to wait again for the doctor and chat to me as he did, as though to prove his innocence by facing me full on. His eyes were wild and nervous, and he fidgeted from foot to foot. I didn't ask him for the dollar.) But the thing that has me totally screwed up is... if I hadn't picked up the $2, would the $2 worth of chocolates been stolen? Or if I hadn't picked it up and they'd been stolen anyway, would I have been angrier that they had been stolen? If the chocolate-stealing had happened first and then Cynth had found the $2 coin, would I have considered it payback from the universe??? Yes, it's only $2. But I tell you what, at two bucks it's the cheapest mind-fcuk® I've ever had. I threw the 20c coin into the school tennis courts near our place. I thought "some kid who doesn't get enough pocket money will pick it up." Pity I'd forgotten at the time that it's a private school.
och, my stomach hurts... ...because of this new blog that I found playing link-de-link. Ask Jesus, indeed. *snort* I love it, irreverent heathen wench that I am. I've just spent hours (literally) trawling the web for pictures of women's breasts for a psych study that I'm doing, and I can tell you that in a public computer room, a woman looking at pages and pages of womens' breasts gets a huge amount of odd looks. Heh, dream on guys, I bat for the main side, promise. *grin* Meanwhile, I'm off to do some knitting, since this is supposed to be a knitting blog and I don't think I've posted any knitting stuff for about a fortnight. Study blues 'n' all that, y'know?
"Modesty", she said, "is a complete and utter waste of my time." I always knew it.  You are a GRAMMAR GOD! If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be. Congratulations and thank you! How grammatically sound are you? brought to you by Quizilla I think it is well and truly time to add myself to the Grammar Avengers webring. Behold my worthiness, say I! Irrelevant thought of the day: I was farting about on the blogdrive tagboard and wrote, "shit, look at the time!" and what actually came up on the screen was "#2, look at the time!". I think I may have to adopt "HASH-TWO!!!" as my new politically correct swear word. Weekend recovery program I'm feeling a bit sore and sorry for myself, though I must say I'm not as sore as I thought I would be after sleeping on a very hard bed (ie my yoga mat laid out on a concrete floor), working in the vineyards, slinging mud about the place, and staying up drinking and yarning half the night. So, I took my spinning wheel and spun me some lace-weight merino, which was a pretty good idea actually, since I paced the alcohol at a much more respectable rate and avoided the hangover the next day. Yeah! Anyway, I should be studying at the moment, so I just wanted to post quickly so that y'all could shoot on over to the pages I put the photos on and have a squiz at your own leisure. These are the pics of the house, and us working on it... these are some pictures I took of the sunset on Saturday night, which we enjoyed with a nice bottle of D'Arry's... and these are just miscellaneous pics of the property, and the committee running about on it. :-)
Spin me right round an orange please! Actually, spin me some blue and purple stuff while you're hanging around Orange would make more sense. I swear I'm going nuts in the city, so I took off with the my spinning wheel for a couple of days in the country. I am making this blog post kinetically (not knittetically, wocka wocka... ah forget it) as I and the rest of the SUMS committee spend the weekend painting the indoor walls of a groovy hay-bale and mud house belonging to the musical director of my choir. Well, not my choir. You know what I mean. Our next concert is going to be a-MAZING. Wanna come and see us? It's on 29th and 30th May at the Great Hall at Sydney Uni. So I've gotten away from the mad city I call my home, and as this post automatically pops up onto the web some time on Sunday, I'll probably be either spinning, or hanging outside breathing country air while eating my brekky, or sitting on the grass knitting my tiny teddy, or actually getting some work done by throwing around a bit of paint about while staring off over the vineyards. Ah! Actually, as I'm typing this, it's Friday morning and I'm about to pack my bags and squish in a couple of hours' study before I leave, and the anticipation is excruciating and delightful. Get me the hell outta here! Sanity please, large size, served immediately with a side dish of realisation-that-there-actually-as-a-real-world-outside-of-my-study. I don't mind if it's not cooked yet, dammit, I want it now!
Go feminism... but don't forget give-and-take I've come across a couple of intriguing anti-Brazilian wax rants in the past few months (like this little gem from Heartless Bitches, I gave myself a bellyache from laughing my head off, which, yes, involves a decent amount of unladylike snorting), and it's quite fascinating what a backlash something like Brazilian waxing has caused. The backlash is due to the fact that it seems most women don't go the big de-furring adventure for themselves, but for their boyfriends. But as far as I'm concerned, saying your boyfriend likes it isn't necessarily saying that you have no opinion of your own, but more like, "he thinks it's so fricken sexy that I feel like a GODDESS! Whoo hoo! I'm the sex goddess of my own domain!" Now, as far as the wax and the "enthusiastic trim" go (ie no ripping out by the hair roots involved), the trim wins by... a hair? *grin* Anyway, my opinion as a feminist is that "all the oral sex you could possibly wish for" can't be all THAT bad, can it? Me, I'm all for anything that makes a woman feel sexy, fun, interesting or just generally good. If it truly falls into one of these categories, how exactly is a woman being demeaned? Doing something for your boyfriend or husband does not make you a traitor to feminism and women the world over! My example is this. My husband would love to not bother shaving, hop into bed with dirty feet, and wear the same socks a few times in a row. But because I prefer not to be covered in stubble rash after a kiss, prefer not to have my bed full of detritus and would rather not have to deal with socks that stand up on their own, he makes a few concessions for me. What the hell happened to the fine art of compromise, ladies?
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