You say you want a revolution
well, you know...
...we all want to change the world
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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 karma’s 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
Rant time... hehehe
I have a few little rants which are long standing and well practised. Some of them are even rational and reasonable. Heh.
One of my personal favourites is my "apostrophe rant".
What is with people and their inability to use apostrophes properly??? This cute little thingy is the smallest bit of punctuation you can use, and yet it can just piss me off so mightily that I may, without any warning at all, launch into a loud, impassioned and potentially embarrassing rant.
When my friend Hyacinth came to visit a few weeks ago, one such fit was witnessed by the general public on King Street Newtown, when I completely lost the plot in front of a hairdresser's store which proudly displayed a sign out the front advertising... "HAIRCUT'S". *faints just at the memory of it* Talk about a traumatic moment.
Anyway, off I went. Cynthy watched in amusement, helpfully winding me up every time I slowed down a little. I was doubly annoyed by the fact that their sign and their window differed in the spelling, one having the apostrophe and one where it was thankfully absent. I mean, really. If you're going to be wrong, be consistently wrong. (This philosophy is closely related to that of "that's my story and I'm bloody well sticking to it").
So. Just to top it all off, the Vietnamese Hot Bread Shop next door, God love 'em, showed us all how it was done, with a sign which proclaimed "Alan's Hot Bread". Not that hard, is it? (I mean, hello, these guys don't even have English as their first language!)
Don't even start me on the your-you're. Or the they're there their. And the way people say "off of" *clutches at throat and swoons dramatically*... eg "why won't my computer boot off of its hard drive?" (note the correct use of "its" here... does this almost but not quite make this hideous faux pas acceptable? btw, I did pull this from "off of" *snicker* a real web site but have chosen to not humiliate the author here, hehehehe, just go look at google and it's outta my hands).
For some time, I have believed myself to be alone in this war against bad grammar, and then (it must be a knitter's thing, I dunno) these links started appearing on quite a few knitting blogs... apparently someone's made a Grammar Avengers Webring! Whee!!!
And just to make me feel better, there's this...
Cooooool. Somehow, like misery, I believe nerdity loves company.
Go the daily card... I'm sure a bit of a challenge is good for the soul. Especially when the holidays are only 2 weeks away...
I'm determined to get through uni without having to pull an all-nighter. I'm usually pretty nerdy, and get my assignments done before the day they're due. I did, however, get a bit carried away with my most recent assignment (psych lab report, erk) and stayed up until about 230am last night... er, this morning. I wish I knew how to link a sound to this page, if I did, it would be Weebl saying "I feel like the poop". Yeerrrrr.... Now it's 730am (got up at 6am to finish the report) and I'm giggling insanely at the computer screen. Whooooo boy. I think it's time to have a shower and get on to uni. *heh*
Anyway, remember my little nesting spree and my lovely neat working corner? Well this is what it looks like when the study bomb has hit it. Actually, it's not too bad this time, all the notes taped to the puter come down as I include them in the report, and there are only two coffee cups, and two "almost" unencumbered surfaces (the tall chair and the drafting desk, ooh make that three, the stereo often gets buried too... whoa. Obviously won't get a distinction for this one!)
BTW, the stray bra was removed before the shot was taken, so this is not an entirely authentic example of the havoc wreaked by the study bomb. Mwahahaha...
Yeeeargh. Off I go, it's fresh juice, brekky and shower time for this little nerd.
Rub a dub dub, 3 skeins in a tub
Wow. Can life get any more exciting?
Oh, and Dave? SMSing the Bald Man your suggestion that a niddy noddy may be referred to by certain boring non-spinnerly type people as a cross-reel was NOT VERY NICE! Shame on you!!! Now all he has to do to piss me off is waggle his eyebrows and slyly sneer "Crooooooss Reeeeel".
Grrrrrrr......... :-P hehe
Jumping Woolly Kangaroos, Batman!!!
I finally wound the newly plyed wool onto my niddy noddy and twisted it into a skein. Much fun and laughter ensued when the Bald Man decided he was convinced I'd made up the name "niddy noddy" and was just taking the piss.
"Sure it's called a niddy noddy" I say to him, and start rummaging in the office for it. It's only a small thing, and it's come to pieces, so I'm madly throwing stuff all over the place. I hear him come in to the office behind me.
"It's not really called that", he states hopefully. I think he's worried about me. Maybe I've been studying too hard and I'm starting to crack?
"No, no", I say, viciously kicking aside the dust bunny I've just disturbed, and pulling triumphantly on a familiar piece of lathed wood, "it's really called that." I grin evilly. "Trust me".
He looks at me ever more suspiciously. "No one is going to call that bit of wood a niddy noddy" he says with an air of finality, "and I'd be willing to bet on that".
Silly boy. So now he owes me... well, we tend not to bet in actual money, so he owes me the stakes of this sad little bet. Apparently, though, just this morning someone has posted to a spinning list that I'm on that the actual technical name for it is a "Cross Reel". I dunno. It just doesn't sound right. I feel my world begin breaking down and tumbling down about my ears. Will I tell the Bald Man? Oh, the dilemmas of the modern spinner! *faints* How will I ever recover???
Oh yeah. This is the wool. Yay!
A sordid tale of unbridled lust...
A friend, whose nickname is Sooty (his other one is Godboy, though I think I'm the only one who calls him that... who loves ya, Godboy! Huh, huh?), sent this to a list I'm on the other day. Sharing is caring, so here it is.
I laughed so hard I felt like I'd done 50 situps. I love it. Go you sexy little pig!
Green shirt pics
The neck: note really shifty and horrid edge bit. This I'm going to fix up and disguise with yummy antiquey looking silver buttons up the collar.
And: that sleeve just has to go! Ta ta!!! I'm unpicking it from the cuff, as you see...
the cross stitch detail looks great at the waist, but at the sleeve it just scrunches up. Ah well. Live and learn and all that. BTW, this is some wool that I spun aaages ago on my little Traveller wheel, and have finally gotten around to doing something with it. It was Bendigo Ready-Spin. Great stuff for chunky spinning, haven't tried finer yarns with it, but it's poifect for a good "handspun-looking" yarn.
So I'm off to my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary this arvo. My grandparents are great. I don't see them very often, but when I do, they're better than telly. They're awesome. Slightly psychotic, but cool. Take my nan for instance... (She's not the nan that taught me how to knit when I was a little tyke of 4 driving her totally barmy at the Chrissy hols, btw, this is my mum's mum).
Let me tell you, when I look at my nan, my mum, and my aunties, the whole thing about temperament being genetic becomes a really really REALLY strong argument. Heh. Basically I reckon Nan and Pop are still together after 50 years because they haven't actually gotten around to killing each other yet, although the party may always be called off at the last minute due to something like this; and they actually enjoy a good argument. Audience optional. Hehehe. They adore needling each other, it's quite funny. I think if they finally started being nice to one another, they'd probably just get bored and get a divorce.
So anyway, here's to 50 years of wedded bliss (though how blissful can life be when you have 14 kids? Whoo boy. This is going to be a VERY INTERESTING PARTY. Mwahahahaha)
This card is starting to creep me out. Is life just one repressed denial stacked onto another? Yeee...
I love my little progress-o-meter!!!
It's so nifty... did you notice that the green shirt said 90% and now says 80%? That's cos I unpicked a heap of it. *gasp*... yes, I know, I'm a bit phobic about unpicking but it's unavoidable with this. The sleeves are hugely long and the neck is way too small. Grr. I re-did one and it still looked shite, so I'm pulling it apart all over the place and giving it a major rehaul. Meanwhile, the spinning of the kangaroo-coloured wool just keeps on going up... I'm loving the new wheel, it's heavenly to use.
The neck on the green shirt is a roll-over type deal, and I'm going to put a split down the side and make it shorter so only the tiny bit at the top rolls over, and put a couple of old-looking silver buttons on it. That'll do the trick with the size prob.
As for the sleeves, the holey detail has to go, it's just too unstable and the sleeves flop everywhere. Blech. So I'm just going to do them in 1x1 rib, but a nice long cuff, say about a third of the forearm length.
I'll take pics to explain all when I get home, as I'm updating this from the puter at uni. Had a cancelled lecture, so here I am, playing! Yay!
Life is... going to work out just fine.
Spinning, knitting and studying
Yay! I have finally given the new wheel a bit of a spin. Och, what a pun!!! Here it is, ready to go with no wool on it yet... and looking much better for all the tlc I've given it over the last couple of weeks (ie lots of linseed oil, sewing machine oil, new conrod and treadle kit, new drive band, and a great big dose of beeswax)
I'm spinning the grey-brown fleece which I got for free with the wheel, and it's the most luscious colour. I've taken a photo of the first half-a-bobbin which I spun last night. It'll end up two ply, probably about sockwool weight or a little thicker.
You can't actually see it in the photo, but the colour is really three-dimensional, very lustrous and reflective. Yum. I think I might have been a bit close, the wall looks in better focus than the wool. Hehe. Ah well, I'll pic it again when it's plyed and wound into a skein.
Life is... all about enjoying yourself. :-)
Books and things...
I've read a couple of books in the past 2 weeks I've had free. There are some solitary pursuits in life I really really adore: making things (art or craft, not fussy), good food, music, lazing in the afternoon sun, and reading. Not necessarily in that order, not necessarily done simultaneously.
So since being on holidays I've indulged in some "real" reading - that is, NOT for uni. I read a couple of fantasy books, a historical novel and a 5 disc audio book which I listened to on the way to and from Cessnock for the family visit.
First on the list was Ship of Magic - the first in a series called the Liveship Traders. I've read Robin Hobb's Farseer Trilogy a couple of years ago, and didn't go for the Liveship series because of Hobb's uncanny ability to produce the sensation of physically having your heart wrenched from your chest. Her characters are amazingly real and complex, and she isn't shy when it comes to a brutally realistic plot, and the characters' reactions to the situations they find themselves in. But... had a friend recommend this one quite enthusiastically, telling me that this trilogy is somewhat more optomistic than the Farseer books. I loved Ship of Magic, well worth it if you enjoy the fantasy genre, but don't start it unless you have lots of free time on your hands - it's one of those stories that really sucks you in, and now I'm salivating for book 2. After the exams!
Then I read Bernard Cornwell's Heretic. Top series, not quite historical fantasy, though it uses authentic settings. Not bad, but a bit dry after Hobb's rich tapestry of character and setting. The Bald Man believes Cornwell's style to be far superior, due to the detailed battle scenes and historical detail, so if you're into that sort of stuff, you'd probably get a real kick out of the series. Heretic was the third book of his Grail Quest series.
I devoured a book called Virgin by Robin Maxwell in less than a day. It's the story of Queen Elizabeth I as a teenager with a huge crush on her father's widow's husband. Lots of naughty angst. Hehehe. It wasn't the greatest book I've ever read, since it focuses a bit too much on the introspection of the characters in places, and thus becomes a little slow. Historically it was worth it though, since, as the author points out, this is a part of history which is often overlooked despite the fact Elizabeth's obsession with this man could have changed history dramatically. Maxwell's historical notes are great, though she only devotes about 7 pages at the end of the book to this purpose, and I would have liked to have seen some more.
Finally, I listened to Dirt Music on the way to visiting mum and my sisters in Cessnock. A solitary drive of 2 1/2 hours each way is pretty bloody boring, so I've taken to borrowing audio books from Waverly Library. Yay! Anyway, after moving steadily downhill since my first book of the holidays, Dirt Music was a great surprise. I only picked it up because it appeared the least boring of the cds available on the day, but it was really worth it. The thing I liked about it most was the portrayal of Australia's vicious and feral beauty. Fantastic stuff. Don't know about the book itself, but the abridged audio version was wonderful, full of desperately real people with sometimes disturbingly familiar thoughts and attitudes. Loved it.
So. That'll be the reason I haven't knitted or spun much in the last 2 weeks. Getting right into the culture thing, I also went to a play at the Opera House yesterday - The Club. Good fun, great to get the laughter going, though I suspect a true footy fan would have enjoyed it much more. My eyes started to glaze over when the old footy heavy starts reminiscing about the past. Yech. Footy. Then when I come home, the Bald Man's glued to (3 back to back games) of world cup Rugby. *heaves longsuffering wifely sigh*... yeh it's great to catch up with your man after being away for 3 days. *snort*
Yech! I've typed more than I anticipated... eep! I'm going to add a helpfully labelled photo of the duck tour that me, Cynthy, Mish and her little girl Xenedra went on last week. I don't very often do "touristy stuff" around Sydney, but if you're a local and you ever have a visitor, it's very much worth the time, and just waaaay too much fun. (Still can't get image out of head of mad tour guide swinging from the duck's ceiling and hooting like a chimp. oooh boy.) The guide hung out the window with signs like "give us your best duck dance" and "enjoying the sunshine?" to waggle at unsuspecting Sydney pedestrians. Mwahahahaha! Suits are sooooo boring! *snicker*
Yeh, it's a crap pic with all our yellow "quackers" stuck in front of all our faces, but doesn't it look like fun???
Life is... beautiful.
Nesting, part 2
Anyone who thinks they're a bit of a nesting expert has nothing on cockatiels. These guys are nuts.
Lily, the gorgeous blonde tiel who is the avian reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe herself, has once again gone into psycho spring mode. Spring's pretty exciting around our place. At the slightest provocation, this gorgeous golden creature, here pictured digesting her last victim, will go into a frenzied rage and rip the offending being limb from limb, and then calmly proceed to straighten her feathers.
Aww! She's sooo cute! This is the "I'm so cute I don't even have a beak" pose. I've caught her practising this one in front of the mirror. Really.
So anyway. Watch out for up and coming knitted cockatiel jumper designs. *snicker*.
Back to nesting... this is Lily's little clutch of four googies:
Yes, yes, you tasteless sods, that is Lily's poo as well. Good on you. Try cleaning a bird cage with a psychotic Squeak-eating yellow feathered furious TIEL OF DOOOOM attacking you like there's no tomorrow, and then we'll talk dirty cages. Sheesh.
Got another repeat card today. After getting the hierophant three times last week, I was getting a bit freaked out. I must be a slow learner. LOL...