Sunday, August 31, 2008

I may or may not be procrastinating...

Okay I am actually procrastinating. Sadly, I have this horrible habit when I get stressed to dig my heels in and stick my head in the sand. You may discern that this isn't terribly conducive to getting said stressy things out of the road. I'm fighting it, but may or may not needs lots of caffeinated tea to survive the process.

Tea brings me to my next point, which is tea cosies, of which I have a need for, so today whilst I was pretending-not-to-procrastinate-while-I-actually-was I picked out a book I bought a while ago, Wild Tea Cosies Which is written by a Qld'er, and uses commercial and handspun stuff. Love! A bit of research (read: Stalking) and I've found her blog with various physics defying cosies and her flickr stream, which is also a nice slice of awesome. P.S. Loani, if you happen to be reading this stalkerish post, HI!!!!!. So now that

Fortunately I will be starting a crochet cosy soon, for devine providence has provided me with: nearly finishing a super secret project, much thanks to having to be a passenger to some looong car trips yesterday, and the magic combination of stashy handspun, the wild tea cosy book and a craving for teh crochet. I've also been frogging some wips lately, so yay! Cleaner conscience for me!

If you are wondering why I sound even more batty than usual, its because I've had faaar too much strong tea, which does have a tendency to make me a little nuts when confined to small spaces.

Finally, Big news. I am moving to Brisvegas next year. Mum got a much-wanted work transfer there, and unless I want to pay exhorbitant rent on what constitutes my wage, I'll need to move too. Which means major work on spiffing up my qualifications, and applying for jobs and doing two uni subjects whilst working full time. Not entirely sure I'll come out of this gig with my sanity intact, especially while I have the mum is nagging me over stuff, and while she's stressed she's no fun to live with, and while I'm stressed, I'm even less fun to live with. Prepare your bomb shelters people, this could get ugly.

adios for now!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Old and new

Hey All!

Just a couple of pics from the weekend.


Back story: this is the first hat I ever knitted when I first started knitting (my first knitting book: hip knits by Judith Schwartz, still an awesome book and still in my bookshelf). I'm guessing the yarn is acrylic, and the white stuff I know I found in an opshop. It doesn't cling to my head per say, but I did learn 'decorative decreases' (read: k2tog)


On the school holidays, the only bloke in spinning guild decided to host a weaving workshop, having nothing better to do on the hols, I went. The weaving part was fun, the hauling around the loom part sucked (this thing was huge and lived in my car after I had done as much weaving as I could). This weekend, the bloke decided to show up for more thank 2 seconds, and patiently helped me take this scarf off the loom. Picture time! Look at the pretty colours! And the fact that it needs a bath to relax, and maybe a crocheted edging to cover my beginner's mistakes....

That's all for now!


Sunday, August 17, 2008

Tale of two hats and a meme

I died in Sock wars, which is kinda cool because the pattern in question is a slouch hat. Now normally, I cannot pull of slouch hats to save myself (don't even go near berets, I just look like someone with a floppy plate on my head).

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Because I died most of the way through making my hat, I sent the remaining thing onto the person who killed me. yada yada bla. I failed to take pictures of the hat in question, but imagine a black version of the one in the picture. Same yarn and everything... duuude

Also, I've been tagged by the infamous pixiefarts. So now the fun part is trying to think of someone to tag who might give it a shot. :D

I was tagged by pixiefarts
Thanks for the tag and here are the rules:
1. Link back to the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules on your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking to them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers blogs letting them know they've been tagged

1. Tagged by pixiefarts
2. As above
3. I have an irrational fear of sharks. Which is stupid because I live on the Gold Coast which has awesome beaches.
I fear being really famous, something about a nightmare involving being a politician's wife or something.
I scare people with my randomness. Unless I'm with random people, which is just fun.
I love my tea like I love my perve objects: strong, sweet and hot. I also like to perve just as much as I love tea, but not nearly as frequently as I need tea.
I'm a grub. Albeit a grub who occasionally gets cleaning impulses
One day, I'll rule the world, Lord Vettinari style (for those not in the know, get thee to a library and borrow some Terry Pratchett. Entertaining fiction all the way)
When I get involved in a book, I REALLY get involved, to the detriment of the people around me. Ask mum how I reacted to the end of Jane Eyre! (SUCH a good book! And the end... aww the end!)

4. I hate tagging people.... but if i hate to!
I tag:
5. DONE!

I know that's technically three people. But I loathe harassing people, so feel free to do this thing and give me a hola here so I can inspect your fine handiwork. :D

Adios for now!

Sunday, August 3, 2008

And the race begins!

Not the Olympics, although you could be easily fooled into thinking so. I'm referring to the Death by hat competition on Woolaholics. Well, the pattern is out I'm using my own black, handspun, which I fear isn't showing off the detail as satisfactorily as I'd like, (pics when my camera battery finishes charging), and as I know I'm going to run out, I hope I have something that makes gauge that shows the detail a little better. I'm also surprised. I normally loathe slouchy hats, as they just aren't 'me'. But this one, I think I could actually wear.

Tooroo! I'm off to knit some slouchy goodness, and attempt to 'kill' someone in the process. For those who think I'm off my rocker and want to know why I'd want to kill someone, check out the rules and how tos of hat wars here.


Friday, August 1, 2008

Irony is...

Irony is:
Taking thirty seconds to cancel a mobile phone account (I thought the blasted thing had been nicked)
Taking two plus days (and counting) to get it switched back on again. I found it beside my bed, which is weird, because I had cleaned and vaccuumed around that area and still never saw it. Arg.

Stupidity is when you dump your armwarmers while trying to get into bed as quickly as possible (I love electric blankets) and wonder why you can't find one of the blasted things. A week later it turns up in some place you have been looking all the time. Wtf?

Hope everyone is well.