February 27, 2009
Everyone needs a Knitter's Helper
There are books out there full of tips and tricks for knitters. There are handy gadgets and charts that fit in your purse. But really what every knitter needs is 24/7 live tech support in your lap.
I just wanted to show you guys how I knit. It's pretty much like this ALL the time. Bitch has to be all up in my face or at least touching me at all times. It's overwhelming but endearing at the same time.
I also wanted to document this scene since this will be the last time I knit in that living room! Pics of Dobby and me knitting at the new place next week!
I just wanted to show you guys how I knit. It's pretty much like this ALL the time. Bitch has to be all up in my face or at least touching me at all times. It's overwhelming but endearing at the same time.
I also wanted to document this scene since this will be the last time I knit in that living room! Pics of Dobby and me knitting at the new place next week!
Labels: chat
February 19, 2009
Improvement across the board
Reason #5,978 why Chicago Public Library is awesome. When I walk into Eckhardt Park I'm greeted with phrases like, "Oh, here's our young lady who knits!" and "Did you knit that?" Today my favorite librarian, who to my knowledge doesn't knit, was looking for Folk Socks that I had on hold and she says, "I think the world would be so much better if more people knit instead of shot guns." I agree.
My most recent knit is self explanatory--the silk cowl. All the details are on Ravelry. I really like this pattern and yarn!
I have started some socks for myself and I'm almost done a baby sweater for my cousin's sprout. AND! I know I've already announced this once on the blog, but this time I really did find a cool apartment! (The other one fell through. Boo hiss.) I now have an entire ten days to pack everything! No sweat.
My most recent knit is self explanatory--the silk cowl. All the details are on Ravelry. I really like this pattern and yarn!
I have started some socks for myself and I'm almost done a baby sweater for my cousin's sprout. AND! I know I've already announced this once on the blog, but this time I really did find a cool apartment! (The other one fell through. Boo hiss.) I now have an entire ten days to pack everything! No sweat.
Labels: FOs
February 03, 2009
Yes. Yes it is.
Cookie from Alliance Bakery, home of the Wicker Park S-n-B.
I've finished a few projects lately, but you can see all that on Ravelry. I started a baby sweater for my cousin's little girl due in April. Cotton. The sweater, not the baby.
AND! I found a sweet apartment. Didn't know I was looking for one, did ya? I know, things worked out and my needs were met. I need to stop being so negative and doubtful. So pics of that next month. Although I can't guarantee how many more toupee d cookies will be in store. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Labels: goodies
January 23, 2009
You kids stay away from Old Lady Murphy's place
We joke that we can't wait to be crotchety old women. Well, friends, I've found a whole in the space time continuum and I am already old, though more crazy than crotchety. Before I show you the newspaper I brought back from the future, let me tell you a story.
My great grandmother (who's name I only learned to pronounce a couple years ago and which is all consonants save for a rogue "Y" acting as a vowel) was deep in Alzheimer's or dementia by the time I have memory of her. They just called her senile back then. But I thought she was great! Here was this woman who one day around age 90 stopped speaking English. Which was probably a relief for all parents of young children, because this was about the time she also started cussing and yelling profanities at children. My favorite thing as a three year old was when she would sit at the kitchen table and pretend to pick the flowers off my grandmother's vinyl tablecloth and hand the bouquet to me. I never knew her before she was ill, so I can't say if had eccentric tendencies, but I like to pretend she did.
I am clearly making the choice now to make sure my latter years will be deemed eccentric. It all starts innocently, with a dog sweater. And before you know it, you've bought hangers for the large wardrobe of dog sweaters and given them a space in your closet. Correction. The dog's closet.
Honestly, what is the next step? Buying her little booties to walk down the street or putting pet stairs in front of all my furniture so she can get on the sofa? Oh wait.
I see this as planned compensation for my genetic disposition to dementia, etc. No one will ever know when I become ill because the transition will appear to have happened in my early thirties. And everyone can conjecture about whether I forgot how to speak English or if I simply have had enough of society and refuse to be a part of it anymore. I like to keep my options open.
My great grandmother (who's name I only learned to pronounce a couple years ago and which is all consonants save for a rogue "Y" acting as a vowel) was deep in Alzheimer's or dementia by the time I have memory of her. They just called her senile back then. But I thought she was great! Here was this woman who one day around age 90 stopped speaking English. Which was probably a relief for all parents of young children, because this was about the time she also started cussing and yelling profanities at children. My favorite thing as a three year old was when she would sit at the kitchen table and pretend to pick the flowers off my grandmother's vinyl tablecloth and hand the bouquet to me. I never knew her before she was ill, so I can't say if had eccentric tendencies, but I like to pretend she did.
I am clearly making the choice now to make sure my latter years will be deemed eccentric. It all starts innocently, with a dog sweater. And before you know it, you've bought hangers for the large wardrobe of dog sweaters and given them a space in your closet. Correction. The dog's closet.
Honestly, what is the next step? Buying her little booties to walk down the street or putting pet stairs in front of all my furniture so she can get on the sofa? Oh wait.
I see this as planned compensation for my genetic disposition to dementia, etc. No one will ever know when I become ill because the transition will appear to have happened in my early thirties. And everyone can conjecture about whether I forgot how to speak English or if I simply have had enough of society and refuse to be a part of it anymore. I like to keep my options open.
Labels: FOs
January 08, 2009
The library is good for business
Jamie asked why I haven't posted lately. It's that old story of girl meets Ravelry, girl joins Ravelry and uploads all her pics and stash, girl feels redundant posting the same info on her blog. Tell me how it ends!!!
I don't have any new projects that I can show you so I'll try to tell you how awesome the Chicago Public Library is, though the internet may run out of room. All I can say is that if the CPL got so cool by way of machine politics, cronyism or bribes, I DON'T MIND. Though I doubt it, because then it wouldn't be free.
I thought when I first started checking out knitting books that I was being cheap and/or not supporting the knitting community. But you know what? If the book is that interesting, I'll go buy it anyway.
Such is the case with Everyday Crochet by Doris Chan. I cannot wait to buy this book! The dilemma is, I can't find a LYS that stocks it. I'd much rather buy it in town so I'll ask you guys...what's the crochet-friendliest store in the city? Uh, and don't tell me to go buy it on Amazon. You heathens. Or Amazons.
I should also add, falling in love and wanting to spend money was not the case with Lace Style. And I shall quote my favorite line from Naked Gun, "Nothing to see here. Please disperse."
So what's your favorite line from Naked Gun and/or crochet-friendliest LYS? Double points if they are they same.
I don't have any new projects that I can show you so I'll try to tell you how awesome the Chicago Public Library is, though the internet may run out of room. All I can say is that if the CPL got so cool by way of machine politics, cronyism or bribes, I DON'T MIND. Though I doubt it, because then it wouldn't be free.
I thought when I first started checking out knitting books that I was being cheap and/or not supporting the knitting community. But you know what? If the book is that interesting, I'll go buy it anyway.
Such is the case with Everyday Crochet by Doris Chan. I cannot wait to buy this book! The dilemma is, I can't find a LYS that stocks it. I'd much rather buy it in town so I'll ask you guys...what's the crochet-friendliest store in the city? Uh, and don't tell me to go buy it on Amazon. You heathens. Or Amazons.
I should also add, falling in love and wanting to spend money was not the case with Lace Style. And I shall quote my favorite line from Naked Gun, "Nothing to see here. Please disperse."
So what's your favorite line from Naked Gun and/or crochet-friendliest LYS? Double points if they are they same.
December 28, 2008
Happy Holidays
So I meant to post this several days ago. Happy Holidays to everyone and a happy safe New Year! I took these pics at my family's farm on Thanksgiving and I was just lucky enough that we had snow then. Believe me, there were a LOT more outtakes than just these few. I sent out the first one with my xmas cards and everyone commented on how pissed Dobby looks. Haha!
I like this last one the best, but at the very last second before the camera went off, she decided to look away. Such a bitch. But I think everyone who tries to get an animal in their photos goes through at least ten or more shots to get an acceptable one. I finished up the sweater she's wearing a little while later and she wore it all last week.
Do you do holiday family/pet pics?
Labels: chat
December 24, 2008
Snug in their beds
Hey! How are you? I just finished a quiet dinner and I am warm, stuffed and grateful. One of the things I'm grateful for is that as of 3:00 this afternoon, I am done listening to "A Jazzy Christmas" for nine hours a day. :P
I handcrafted my fair share of holiday gifts this year, most of which were posted on Rav. But here's one that I didn't post there because even though it's knit, I didn't knit it. It's a sweater blanket.
It's for my grandparents and I hope they love it. Honestly, what else do you get someone who is 97 years old? You know, besides something they already have in their house wrapped up because they won't remember anyway? (OH! I shall immediately be struck down by lightning!)
Well, elderly folk are always cold and my grandparents will just love this thrifty notion of recycling moth-eaten sweaters. I always laughed because they hoarded food and scrimped on things as if they had never left the depression. Who's laughing now?
I made one of these blankets last year and they are incredibly easy if you have access to a serger. If you don't have a serger all you really need to do is felt the sweaters first. This whole blanket took about five thrifted sweaters (stained, ripped or moth-eaten) and two hours to make. Each sweater cost me a dollar and I paid about four bucks on sale for the matching serger thread. I know!
Check out this sweater blanket masterpiece by Katrinkles. What's your favorite thing to make from thrifted sweaters?
I handcrafted my fair share of holiday gifts this year, most of which were posted on Rav. But here's one that I didn't post there because even though it's knit, I didn't knit it. It's a sweater blanket.
It's for my grandparents and I hope they love it. Honestly, what else do you get someone who is 97 years old? You know, besides something they already have in their house wrapped up because they won't remember anyway? (OH! I shall immediately be struck down by lightning!)
Well, elderly folk are always cold and my grandparents will just love this thrifty notion of recycling moth-eaten sweaters. I always laughed because they hoarded food and scrimped on things as if they had never left the depression. Who's laughing now?
I made one of these blankets last year and they are incredibly easy if you have access to a serger. If you don't have a serger all you really need to do is felt the sweaters first. This whole blanket took about five thrifted sweaters (stained, ripped or moth-eaten) and two hours to make. Each sweater cost me a dollar and I paid about four bucks on sale for the matching serger thread. I know!
Check out this sweater blanket masterpiece by Katrinkles. What's your favorite thing to make from thrifted sweaters?
