tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57689840413643308672024-10-08T19:24:55.727-07:00knitting is a serious f-ing business.liisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08814086199654754427noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768984041364330867.post-37022632976996977842015-03-12T15:22:00.000-07:002015-03-12T15:22:38.640-07:00

as so many plaid-wearing, whiny emo-core i-am-jack's-left-nipple-and-profound-sense-of-douchery channelers before me, i felt like destroying something beautiful. as of today, socks-a-plenty is no more. it has been appropriately laid to rest with a solemn nod of the head and a shot of whiskey. new things are brewing, spewing and splattering all over your face at fluffandhustle.com. kindly

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having grown up in a time and culture where children's TV programming mainly consisted of DDR propaganda, extremely disturbing PSA's, and german detective cartoons where every episode contained at least one plotline involving strippers and/or boobs, it's probably not surprising that i never got to know barney. sad face. i would probably be a lot more pleasant to deal with, a lot less troubled

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i've been busy. lots of things happening around here. many of them good, some not so good. things changing across the board. despite all the insane and outrageous and preposterously rewarding life-changing choices i've made in the recent years, i'm really not very good with change at all. change is something unknown and uncontrollable. it scares the living fuck out of me. change may open

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the secret is out. part of it, anyway. i'm sorry it's not a box with an embarrassing spongebob photo inside. but it's pretty sweet anyway. please give a standing ovation to my first published pattern. let me repeat that last bit. it's a pattern. which i designed. on my own. i'm awesome. i give you nineteen twenty. as of today it will be available for your purchasing pleasure on ravelry or

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being sick is not fun. in moments like these i find myself gazing longingly to the east, to the mildly socialist republic of finland, where you can be as sick as you can and miss as much work as you want, and the friendly government will always be there to cover your medical costs and reimburse you for the paychecks missed. they will patronize you, and belittle you, and humiliate you with

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i feel like i've just given birth. today i've brought to conclusion an unprecedented, three-part project which i carried out with much determination and poise, despite all the dangers and uncertainty inherent in such projects. as the boy would surely testify, upon agreeing to take on this adventure i was not fully aware of what a project of such magnitude entails, and granted, there were many a

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there was a sheep, and the sheep was smelly. the sheep ate grass and some other things too. sometimes the sheep slept and dreamt sheepy dreams. then the sheep was sheared and turned into yarn, and the yarn was dyed and then some tool made a sweater out of it. a sweater that smells like sheep and grass and other things and sleep. carpino by carol feller ravelry link size modified 35"

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news have been received. they were received through an unassuming e-mail on a groggy tuesday morning, upon receipt of which the undersigned went cold and limp and called mom and cried, as she so often does. the ministry of jobs, tourism and skills training of the province of british columbia somehow found me and my unique set of skills and personage indeed worthy enough that they decided to not

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while we are still waiting for news about my future, be they positive or negative or absolutely anything as long as they can be interpreted as news, i humbly point you all to the direction of the most fascinating interwebbery conversation this industry of ours has seen in a long time. possibly ever. the comment section of stephen west's newest sweater pattern. it's an exhilarating,

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i have been quiet, because there is a revolting air of terror hovering over me. for the past 12 weeks i have been waiting for a new work permit, the obtaining of which, or alternatively, the un-obtaining of which, determines whether i will stay permanently in canada and play with yarn for a living until, supposedly many happy years later, i die peacefully in my sleep - or move back home and

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speaking of line breaks... ...i made another one. a blue one. in six days. with fingerless mitts to match. i was in a rush, and in my usual rabid acid speed monkey mode. it does wonders for my project knitting, but less for what my friend, who recently spent a fortune and flew 15 hours only to see me knit non-stop for six days, calls social life. that's as much of an apology as you'll

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and it happened, that the boy and i took a little weekend getaway in san francisco recently. we saw the bridge, and rode the trolley, and climbed up and down the steepest hill ever known to man, because on top of that hill was where our hotel was. it was all good and fun. then, on day three, we headed to a funky bohemian district of the city for a photography session the boy had booked. it was

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a certain special point in the course of things has recently been reached. the point where it has become evident that one person is fairly interested in creating fluffy knitted things, sparking a second person to express a shy and modest interest in acquiring one of said fluffy knitted things. a short exchange of thoughts was carried out, mostly consisting of the first person pondering within

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somewhere between everything that has and has not been going on recently, there was summer, and yarn, and a shawl. quill by jared flood ravelry link size gigantic BT loft (220g / 3.5mm) also there was a deep and profound sense of discomfort at being photographed - despite the many, many unspeakably dirty favors the photographing party was willing to offer in return of a single frame

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by this time you should all be aware that when it comes to knitting, and reporting about knitting, i am not a here-and-now kind of a person. let's just say i'm very easily distracted. so it shouldn't surprise you that i'm coming forth today with yet another FO that has been finished for ages. seven months sounds about right. although this time a lot of it really has to do with crappy cameras,

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for those not familiar with what's truly imporant in life, the lady in the previous post was bette davis in now voyager (1942) and the letter (1940). notice how she's ugly when she's weaving, frumpy when she's crocheting, and completely smokin' hot when she's knitting. the defence rests. in other news, here's a shawl i made. the boy took the pictures. he made me look all girly and pretty (i'm

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you made me. that was a fairly awesome thing to do. i know i've been the retarded black sheep of the family sometimes. made you lose your shit and caused you lots of worries and heartache when you deserved none. sorry about all that. and now i'm 5000 miles away and haven't seen you in six months. life is good here, but not being able to hug you and say thank you and have farting contests with

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life is awesome. that is all.

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i have a solid excuse for being so quiet lately. two solid excuses, actually. the first one is, i'm freakishly busy these days. they turned me into a full-time dyer at work recently, which is awesomely nice, but also awesomely time-consuming. the second one is, i've been getting me some. feel free to speculate over that one. i'll wait here in the corner giggling while you do. giggle giggle.

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apparently i'm pretty awesome at this spinning thing. did i mention that i only started with a wheel over christmas? don't mean to brag or anything. but that's two months to the date. seriously. don't mean to brag. oh, fuck it. i know i'm awesome.

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there has been a sharp and rather unforgivable decline in the amount of knitting i've been doing in the past few weeks. here's why. yes. i have been lured into the dark side. she's new, she's gorgeous, and she's mine.

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so we went to the TNNA winter show last weekend. i love how casually that rolls from the tongue. just flew down to long beach, hung out with madelinetosh, took a dump at the stall next to beth casey, you know, the usual stuff. with some delightful food-baby-walking-dead marathons scattered in between for that completely nonchalant occasion i made two cowls and a scarf, all in company

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