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
The love is in the food
I had the best morning the other day. My friend Kara came over for brekky at my place and since I'm doing the poor student thing these days (as she is) I cooked us poached eggies, bacon, beans, mushies and tomatoes. Yum!!!!!!!!! I love food so much. I love making it, I love eating it, happiness in general.
Cooking for someone has to be one of the most perfect expressions of love for your friends and family. Really. Food sustains life, and I adore the feeling of making the food and sitting down with people you care about, to share with them the thing which maintains life and health.
The Bald Man and me went out for brekky this morning, since we've had a very frugal week and haven't really been out. So I have a fat little belly full of french toast and a couple of bits of bacon, and I feel really good. There are very few feelings as good as this. There are some memories I keep that make me feel like this, ones I pull out from my heart to look at, and I can feel the happiness in them, like a warm belly full of food. Oh yeah. In ancient times the heart (as in the seat of emotion) was said to be in the belly, and it is clear to me why this was believed to be so.
So I'd said to the Bald Man on Thursday: "I'm having my friend Kara over for breakfast this morning."
He screwed up his face. "Do I know her?" he asked.
"No", I replied, "she's a uni friend. You haven't met her but I've told you all about her." It's funny, me and Kara met at uni and it turns out she's on the PAN committee. Small world.
His face lit up at this. "Is she a lesbian?" he asked excitedly, and his whole face just crumpled in comic and badly-acted disappointment when I told him no. Nut.
What is it with straight guys and lesbians??? I don't really understand the very common fascination of straight men with lesbians, since they can have nothing to do with them sexually. Maybe it's this "untouchable" aspect which makes it so exciting for them, a pure form of erotic beauty which doesn't have anything to do with male machismo and posturing.
I don't know, but Kara and me laughed our heads off at the fact that my Bald Man would be so happy toddling off to work while imagining his stereotypically bored wife privately entertaining a lesbian crush. *rotfl* But no, Kara's not a lesbian and I don't have a secret crush on her (sorry! LOL), though thinking about our brekky Thursday morning does have that good warm-belly feel. And it's not just this morning's french toast.
I'm off to SSK now, so knitting and photos later. Mwah!
It doesn't chaaaaange!
I'm locked in stasis with my green shawl. I knit and I knit and I knit and an hour later I put it down and...
it looks exactly the same as when I picked it up an hour earlier.
I remember when I was going out with this guy in my late teens, he said that knitting must be the most frustrating thing in the world, and told me about this little old lady that would come to his church, sit down with this piece of knitting, drive everyone mad for the whole sermon going "clickety clickety" and at the end the thing looked just the same. Well that's how I feel. Except I'm not an old lady yet and I don't do the church thing anymore. Boom boom.
Anyway, not a whole lot interesting has been happening in my life, just working and running about, so the blog has been sorely neglected. That's the way it goes, queen of inconsistency and all that.
Meanwhile I'm about to have a nice bacon and eggie brekky with a uni mate, Kara, who's coming over to regale me with tales of her most exciting life, latest man, and plans to take over the world. Yay!
Graffiti is a good thing sometimes
I have knitted this week, but the green scarf is at the stage where no matter how much I knit on it, the thing always looks much the same anyway. So in the absence of cool knitting pics, I'm going to put up some pics of a some very cool graffiti which is on one of the local Newtown homes.
Newtown used to have a bit of a reputation for being a dive, but these days it's getting pretty trendy. Someone (I'm not sure if it's council or not) got all these graffiti artists to do heaps of murals all around Newtown all over the festy graffiti, and some of the coolest is on this home just near our place. When someone defaces it, the artist just does something new and cool over the top. This is the latest and greatest. I love driving by to see what new creations this unknown person has cooked up.
Peace to you or else, dammit!
Yup, I'm pretty low-key today... deal with it *wink*
Half Baked Squares
I've been doing a couple of squares for a care afghan which I'm participating in. Since it's a surprise, I won't say who it's for (just in case) but just so y'all know that I'm still here and knitting away...
I know they're only half-baked and the pic itself is pretty bloody half-baked as well, actually, but hey... I had to show off how nice that handspun wool is looking, hmm? It's the "kangaroo" wool that I've been spinning and it knits up to a rather gorgeous fabric on 3.25mm. Finally my spinning is getting to the stage where my finer yarns don't feel like steel wool.
And finally, I just wanted to share how cool Newtown is... there are nifty paintings popping up all over its traffic control boxes, I just had to take a picture of this one before it was further defaced... the puppet did have John Howard's face on it but someone blipped him out. Hehehehe... that's a wicked sense of humour.
And the fashion one... well what can I say, I am one of the top op-shop rummagers in the local area! :-)
The cygnet jumper, she is finito. Yeah. I didn't quite finish it before 12noon, but sewed it up at the baby shower, as I expected I may. Ah well. This little boy is going to look so cute at the footy.
Had a very cool SSK today, there were about 20 of us there, unreal. Lots of pics, look at the site (link on the left). I got two really lovely surprise gifts - firstly Sarah was visiting from the country and gave me some gorgeous samples of silk and merino. Secondly, Peter gave me a copy of his Pacific Northwest Shawl pattern. Whee! I can start knitting it again, and with any luck my pattern will come home one day soon. You guys rock, thanks!
And because I'm so besotted with my cute birdies and Lily was curled up in the nest looking completely adorable when I got home today, the obligatory birdy shot:
Aw, schnookums!!! Now I'm off to pick up what's left of the Bald Man from the (post cricket) pub.
It's all starting to come together... I'm in the middle of joining the raglan seam (2 down 2 to go) and then the neck (which you can see on the dpns). I think I may actually end up finishing it at the baby shower...
A sleeve and then to bed...
The sleeve, being 37 minutes late, is forgiven on account of being so very cute. Now *yawn* I'm going to bed.
Front and back... ETA of first sleeve 11pm
I know there's not a whole lot of progress in the last hour and a half, but I got a shoulder massage and a snack in betweens. I'm off to make some phone calls back to my bevy of hopeful secretaries, and then hit the needles again...