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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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I finally finished something ...but I need to fix it up! 
The front straps are too long, so a bit of adjustment is in order. Yep, I've lost weight. And have been running around like a headless chook. Ha ha! ;) And of course, the latest in squeak-wool to buy:   I'll put the links up later today. The pink and purpley-blue stuff are Provence and Canaries re-listed, the stuff at the bottom the storm-inspired colourway. Yum!
yes, yes, I knooooow! I know, goddammit, that I never update any more. Why? Because I have a few self-imposed blogging rules, being:
...and so it has.
I'm more intrigued by the lost time. This is 68 hours a week... and there's 168 hours in a week. I suppose there's sleeping (takes us up to 131 hours) and getting ready/dressed (138), eating things when you have to (152) and generally buggering around... which must be more than the leftover 16 hours. Actually, there's not much time left over at all when you think about it. Scary. My life is way too full-on. And I really need to get some part time work at the end of the holidays. Feck! Oh yeah, so the whole point of the exercise was to point out that nice things to nasty things ratio is almost 2:5. My friend's was about 1:2. Which brings me to the hippy-like philosophy that, despite my efforts, is really start to take root in my mind. I got this email from my mad librarian friend Kim the other day, to bring to my attention the Wellbeing Manifesto. Perhaps a tiny bit optimistic, but in particular I like the stuff on work ethics and time spent working, saving, and accumulating material wealth. (the links are "work", "time" and "materialism".) Time. Wouldn't it be nice if you could buy it? Really though, on Austudy, I'd still be screwed.
Canary in a Blender for sale...? ...any takers? *grin*  This is my latest wool, which Emma is currently using to knit her very first garment. She bought 200g, and the other 400g is up for grabs at the usual price on ebay. So anyone interested, go for it. I was well-behaved and called it fuschia sunset *giggles at the corniness of it* but the original name that I wanted to go with was Canary In A Blender. Have you ever seen a cage of canaries? They come mostly in colours from yellow right through peach and orange to scarlet and red. Very cute, very cool, very colour inspiring! But I thought I might scare cute little old knitting ladies and get ousted from ebay for being disgusting. *cackle*  And, third time lucky,maybe that purple stuff that looks weird and pale and blue when I photograph might sell as well. One can only hope, or otherwise just keep it and make something seriously groovy with it... *tempted*
The attack of the evil vaginaless women I know I've had a great big rant before about the modern myth of beauty, and how everyone (anorexia isn't just for girls you know) is getting their heads completely and utterly screwed up by media and modelling and the expectation that everyone can have the Body Beautiful. Well, everyone can't have "the" Body Beautiful. But everyone really should be able to embrace the beautiful aspects of their own body. My friend Emma is great for this sort of thing - she contributes to several forums and started a thread of discussion asking people what it was about their bodies that they really liked. This is so much more encouraging than the "if you could change one thing about your body what would it be" question. Me? I like my lush long hair, and I like that I have a cute little nose and long long eyelashes. I also like my smile - and other people seem to as well, because it always gets returned. Well, nearly always. *grin* I like my small wrists and ankles, somehow they make me look a whole lot daintier in general, and I like dainty. It allows me to lull people into a false sense of security before I reveal my inner (and sometimes not so inner) raving harpy. *evil laugh*... ooops, I mean "tee hee!" (chortles wickedly) So, back to the topic. There are probably no images of people which have not been touched up somehow - altered, stretched out, cut down, airbrushed, whatever. It's just common practice now with digital photography and computer software. Mostly the bodies of models are digitally sculpted into something that, while unattainable and potentially head-fucking to all of us ordinary gels who "want to have a body just like that", looks pretty damn good. Sometimes, though, it goes way too far, and you end up with something really ugly and freaky-looking. Like the current advertising for a certain brand of knickers that I'm seeing all over Sydney at the moment.  Okay, first of all, these chicks hardly even HAVE hips, but I won't go there. The waists have been adjusted to be smaller, and the hips have also been smoothed out. But the thing that gets me freaked out the most is the fact that a whole section of these women's bodies have been brushed out - especially the one in the middle. The bottom been adjusted to appear smaller and perkier, and the bit in the middle has been airbrushed out, but what they've not taken into account is that if her butt really looked like that (look closely now) you really should be able to see a lot more of her *ahem* ...other bits. Hello?!!! This woman has no vagina! *screams in horror* And the way they've tried to make her legs look thin just makes it look as though you could drive a truck straight up the middle of them and park it in the open space where her genitalia should be! *shudder* My poor friend Richard has admonished me big time over this one, saying I've gone and ruined it all for him, since up until now he'd been enjoying a good perv at the poster when it went by (usually on the back of a bus). Ha ha! One step at a time, people need to stop buying into this crap and thinking that everyone can have a thin, cellulite-free, shapely little bod like the non-existent automatons that end up all over billboards. Let the revolution begin! And vive fat bottomed girls!
A brush with nature in a computer lab I know, I know. No updates. But that's because all I've been doing is running madly about, studying, and rehearsing. Exciting life, not so exciting to blog. And as for blogging boring crap, I'd rather be dead than mediocre, darlings! So I walk into the computer labs this morning, and there's a fat little orange ladybeetle sitting right on the corner of my computer. I thought maybe he was dead, and breathed gently on him, much to his disgust. There was much antennae-wiggling to be had at this, but he didn't start walking anywhere so I figured I'd take him downstairs and outside when I left. He had other ideas, however. I'm mousing away, and I feel this tickling sensation on one of my fingers, and voila ducklings, here's Monsieur Coccinelle toddling along my hand. Soooo cute! Obviously he knew a free ride when he saw one, so, chatting amiably, we walked outside and he zoomed off into the garden. While on the topic of nature and coolness, I'm a year late on this but so is the Daily Telegraph... Waverly Council have decided that people who poison trees to get their ocean view back are seriously fucked up, and are going to fuck them over in return in a very creative way. I'm a bit of a fan of cruel and unusual punishments, and I think this one's a beauty. For every tree that is poisoned, they intend to replace it with two. Bloody brilliant!!! *cheers* Stick that in your view and scrutinize it!
Wha... so cooool!!!
I am, apparently, evil Information obtained by my nifty bravenet tracking thingy: If you put "evil knitting" into google, I'm right there, fourth from the top. Gosh. *bats eyelids innocently*
Colour bragging, and vesty progress Mmm mmm! I am moving out of neutral and back into mad energetic Monica mode, a la running around like a chook with its head chopped off. I loved it when my mum used to say that all the time when I was a kid, until I found out that this actually does happen. (Niiiice.) So, considering I have 1000 things to do, I'm trying to get a little bit of pocketmoney happening again, and have put a couple of bunches of wool back on ebay. This is the Provence colourway, all purpley blues, relisted with a gorgeous new photo... And another bunch of stuff in very cute purples and greens, which I'm seeing a lot of people putting together as a colour combination this winter. Very cool. So, the bragging bit??? My friend Emma bought some of my rather lovely melange of green and blue river colours (Jenny Greenteeth) and made a groovy off-the-shoulder number which she wore to a function which also had in attendance Anton of Anton's groovy fashionable and heinously expensive fashion, darling, who just LUUURVED the colours, and asked to know where she got the wool from. *puffs out tiny chest in happiness* Unfortunately, he didn't immediately phone me to order 3,000 skeins of the stuff, but I have my phone switched on at all times, just in case. *hehe* Finally, the vest! There is progress, but I'm afraid I'll have to put the photo up later, as my ftp thingy has the shits with me and has decided not to work anymore. Was it something I said??? ...no, hang on, we are GO FOR LAUNCH! It's blurry, but here's what it looks like if you've left your glasses off. Nearly done, nearly there, all it needs is a few more rows, a bit of crochet and a couple of buttons. 
Getting back into it all It's been a while since I blogged decently or regularly. Real life, as it is wont to do, has taken precedence over my adoration of a net-linked keyboard, and time, as always, marches on, heedless of human drama. So it's week 11 of semester, and I'm really scrabbling to keep up. Essays, paperwork for the bistro, our concert coming up at the end of May... Speaking of which, here's a little plug for it. The program is: Tchaikovsky, 1812 overture (no cannons, unfortunately, feel free to explode in the audience if you feel the urge) Holst, The Hymn of Jesus (I'll buy a beer for anyone who picks the Freudian reference in the very interesting lyrics of this piece) Rachmaninoff, Vespers (not the lot, just a selected few. We don't have all night, you know. This bit's a cappella, quite awesome) Rimsky-Korsakov, Gloria (ie Slava. This is a weird one. Sounds just like a very old Russian pub song to most of us, quite hideous. Well worth coming to hear it!) So how's that for hardsell? You can get tickets at the door for $35 or $30 (phone 95636103 or 0408241143), but if you get them through myself (email me) or any other SUMSter for that matter, you can get them for $30/$25 as long as you let me know by the Thursday before. It's at the Great Hall at Sydney Uni, and the dates are Sat 28th May at 8pm, and Sun 29th May at 3pm. Come along. Experience amazement, disbelief and spinechilling ecstasy. And after you've done that, come to our concert.
A brief update Serious stuff. I wasn't sure whether to blog this, as I generally keep my personal life out of my blogging, since this is escapism at its best, and people really don't want to hear all my whiney shit. The weird and random happenings in my life that I blog about are far more interesting than the real everyday dramas. However, this one is fairly relevant, and lots of people I know read this blog. I just want to let everyone know that Luke and I have separated, and I moved out last week. I haven't moved far, and won't be disappearing, so anyone who wants to find me can contact me via email or mobile, and as you do I'll give you my new details. This was a hard decision for me to make, and one that I did not take lightly, nor come to suddenly or rashly. I do think it has been the right thing to do. This is all I'd like to say publicly, and if you want to email me, that would be much better than leaving comments, which I may delete.
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