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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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Yo, biker chick, that is one bomby piece of crap you're riding I have the leather jacket, the gloves and the boots. Surely that's enough to make you a genuinely cool biker chick? Nyeh, I dunno. But anyway, this is the new bike. It's... well, sure it's small, but it's also quite... crappy. But no matter! I have the leathers and I look really really cool! (As long as I'm NOWHERE NEAR THE BIKE). 
Cynth tactfully calls it an "antique silver finish". Yeah, it's antique all right *snort* Knitting? I have almost finished my tiny teddy bear. It's sort of like a little Frankenstein teddy, it's godawful ugly and it's head's too small. Grrr. If I can sort it out, I'll post pictures of it, but it might just have to be a frogger. We'll see. In the pet news, this is the new baby snail: it's the little weird thing in the middle that looks sort of like a little fly with one wing pulled off. Or a little flying seed. Whatever.  Freaky, huh? He's really neat, he hoons all over the glass, but the weird thing about them is they're so light, they slide along the inner surface of the water as though it's solid. He is the little dark bit and the clear bit is his shell, and sometimes he just about comes right out of it. Mauritius tries to eat him all the time, but baby snails are actually very fast, slippery little dudes. Mauritius takes a swipe every now and then, and occasionally grabs him in his mouth and spits him out again. The secret life of pets, huh?
Was it a little bit of magic, or am I really that absent-minded??? Okay, I'm back from my little blogging break. No, I haven't finished my big assignment. And no, I don't expect to be much less busy. But! Lots has been happening, and you know how it all starts to catch up with you? Yeah. Anyway, I just have had a bizarre little experience and I'm going to type it in and get on with my homework. I have recently been given a very pretty set of white gold earrings with blue topaz from my mum-in-law (yeah, she is pretty cool, actually) and I have been moving the house about in preparation for my new flatmate's arrival, and I looked at where I'd left the earrings last night and... one is gone. No!!! I've only worn them once or twice, and one has gone. Well, since I'd been cleaning house all morning, I flew into a huge panic, emptying out the bin (ewk, old banana skins) which I'd filled with the floor's dust, looking under the bed I'd just dragged into the spare room, crying and cursing, etc etc... when finally, sniffling pathetically and wondering how on earth I would explain it to Judy, I put my hand in my pocket to look there. And there it was. I know I didn't put it there intentionally, I'm wearing my old trackydaks whose pockets are too shallow to hold anything reliably, and the pockets' sole purpose is to make my hips actually look bigger (don't we all have clothing items like this?). I think it must have fallen into my pocket as I bustled back and forth by the stand they'd been sitting on. Anyway, the picture below is a quick snapshot of my life at the moment, including current and near-future knitting projects!  So. Starting from the middle top... these little blue things on the stitch-holder are all the teddy-bits, with only 2 1/2 pieces to go before I sew him up - the last bit of the second leg, and the 2 ears (which will be tiny, and will take no time at all). Then I sew him up with buttons on the outside and jingle bell on the inside. He is going to be gorgeous! Lyndell from SSK made a fantastic suggestion about the jingle bell - cover it in sticky tape to stop the bell filling with stuffing and eventually losing its "jingle". Thank you my dear! Fantastic ideas just keep on comin' when you hang out with creative people. :-) Next round the circle (they are small, and you might miss them, just like I did!) are the gold earrings. You can't really see them well, but there they are. Next, a plastic baggie full of weird little gruesome baby buttons to send to Sarah. Thanks for the pic hosting, you rock! Now, when can I buy a copy of your hat book??? Next is the latest copy of "Knitting" magazine, and I am thinking of making this jumper. Funnily enough, I have a friend called Eva, and when I showed this to her, she cooed most lustfully... hmm... shall I make one for her? Cynthy may just crash tackle me and demand a jumper of her own now... oh the dilemma!!! I'll knit it for the fun of it, and go from there. Next item - the tarot cards from the reading I did this morning. My question related to my sister Angela, who is to be my new flat mate! She's just turned 15, and she is moving to Sydney from the country in the hope that a more learning-focussed environment will allow her to make it to the end of Year Ten. Wish us luck! Though the "outcome" card, which you see sitting on top, is the very promising Seven of Pentacles. Finally, in the middle is a little photograph of me when I was very small, on a very small bike. Well, now I'm not so small, and have a not-so-small bike, which I bought yesterday! Whoo hoo!!! The mad librarian on a motorbike rides again! Unfortunately, it's not the Virago which I had hoped to buy, just a HondaCB250. Sure and it's the Datsun 120Y of the motorbike world, but it's still better than that little trike, hmm?
Can't blog ... working ...really. Uni, waitressing at the bistro, part time job, delivering leaflets and doing the bistro paperwork. See you some time, semi-soon. To ease the pain of my absence, drink three shots of vodka and shout the above sentence twenty-one times while dervishing widdershins. When the fractures are healed, I'm sure I'll be posting again. *wink*
Ethel falls in love My spinning companion ewe, Ethel:  has fallen in love: (you have to scroll down to April 5th) ...and that, my friends, is indeed a fair indication of my current level of cerebral operation. Scary doesn't even begin to describe it.
Winston's Ode to Shoulder
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.
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