Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Here's my wonderful, patient husband, mollifying me with a photo of his new hat, knit in Rowan Spray. In this photo you will also notice a lovely scarf made of Lion Brand Kitchen Cotton (all you yarn snobs out there, give it a chance!) Eddie loves his handknits. I am extremely pleased to have a husband who asks questions about and appreciates my knitting, but has no interest in knitting himself, so there is no danger of me coming home and finding him knee deep in my stash, choosing my Lorna's Laces for this.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
It doesn't have a name yet...suggestions? It's made out of Rowan Spray, in Mellow. Of course, I think the color should be called Sweeny Todd. My husband loves the hat and wants his own.
When he got a look at the color though...he had this to say, "It looks like this really beautiful yarn that someone bled all over." The perfect accessory to your crime spree.
Friday, November 18, 2005
"You're a bad little chick and that's the word on the street, You're the kind of girl I'd like to meet."
This is the first scarf I ever made. Yes, I had to weave in all those ends. Yes, it is made out of Red Heart Super Saver. And yes, I used to have Bettie Page bangs. See also...
(That's a side by side for all you rockabilly impaired persons out there.)
But the good things about this scarf:
I made it to show my spirit for my little brother's homecoming game.
It got me into knitting on a regular basis, and you know where that took me.
I decided to start knitting a few years ago after a couple unsuccessful attempts in my childhood. My mom is an awesome knitter, an intarsia queen. Her copy of glorious Knits is completely broken, with pages falling everywhere. She taught me the basics when I was wee, but it just didn't catch with me. But to me, knitting=mom. (I love my mom to pieces, so that's a good thing. I have no problem turning into my mother; I should be so lucky.) So, a few years ago, when I had moved to LA, I was quite homesick. My roommate was knitting an afghan and the sound of her aluminum needles clicking together reminded me of my mom. The sound was so comforting, it inspired me to take up a pair of needles on my own. This time, it was right for me; everything clicked. As I knit away the 80 degree winter, I was spiritually with my family with every beenie and scarf I made.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
"She may not walk the walk, and she may not like to talk, but boy she sure knows how to rock; she's nubs!"
I went to a WWE house show with my mom tonight; boy howdy, can that girl party. We had a fabulous time cheering all our favorite wrestlers. I was very excited to see Trish Stratus back in action; my mom's baby Kane, also is back, and in fine form. (Though he was wrestling this guy, so it was kind of a "battle of the ugly bald heads" and really should have been a "paper bag over the head" match.) It was "RAW," so I didn't get to see my favorites from "Smackdown," but there was plenty of man-beast action to go around.
I didn't take any pictures tonight, but here's a couple of pics from past events:
This is The Rock's ass. Anytime there's a "something on a pole match," it's just an excuse to "pants" someone. Thankfully, it was the Rock and not The Big Bossman.
Here Lee and I are auditioning for the WWF at our second Wresltmania.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
I have finished my self-designed hoodlette. After much deliberation, I've decided to call it Homecoming 'cuz it's fall colored and sporty. You know, October, cheerleaders, that kind of thing. I made it out of this with the sleeves, hood, and picked up stitches out of the primarily gold colorway with little bits of green and red and the body out of the mostly green colorway. I liked the effect of the yarn a great deal-i-o. It did pill a little, but it wasn't anything a close shave with a disposable razor couldn't cure (thanks for the tip mom!)
My Katrina rib is coming along quite nicely. I may be able to finish it tonight. Get the pattern on Cookie's blog, or at Commuknity.
Friday, September 30, 2005
The Kitty Hat and its Legacy
One day, I made my friend an attempt at a kitty hat. It was cute, but simple, a stockinette cap with a rolled brim and sewn on ears. I searched the web for a better alternative and came up with this.
This pattern so excited me that I ran down to my LYS and procured a ball of grey and a ball of pink mohair-ish yarn. I whipped up a hat for myself within a couple days, (it was my first experience knitting in the round.) It was the cutest thing I had ever knit, up to that point.
I started wearing my hat on a fairly regular basis and received many requests from friends for their very own. Now, the parade of the pictures!
This is my brother, Lee. He rocks. He wanted an anime style kitty hat. In most of his pictures, he is nearly naked except for a hat. This is the rule, not the exception.
This is Sarah's ktty hat. She wanted her school colors; I threw in the spiral. She says people are always asking her wear they can buy one. That makes me happy on the inside.
Ryan specially requested a hot pink and black one. He's about six foot four and has nothing to prove. He's my kind of guy. He likes to wear it while he paintballs, thus this kitty hat has been featured in several paintball enthusiast publications. Knitting is hardcore!
Todd wanted a mohawk on his. Glady, I obliged. Damn punk never wears it.
I made this hat about two years ago for a friend I very rarely see.
I measured his extra large noggin and promised him I would make him his very own Batman hat, in the style of the ever swingin' Mr. West's Batman. I held onto this hat for two years until finally, I saw him last Saturday. When I gave it to him, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "My very own Batman hat! That's the Sh!t; you're the sh!t" I get really happy when Jaime tells me I'm the sh!t.
Thus concludes our walk through my kitty hat legacy. There have been others (but I don't have pics); there will likely be more. Feel free to drop a comment with your special request.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
The Hundredth Monkeyby Ken Keyes, Jr.
The Japanese monkey, Macaca fuscata, had been observed in the wild for a period of over 30 years.
In 1952, on the island of Koshima, scientists were providing monkeys with sweet potatoes dropped in the sand. The monkeys liked the taste of the raw sweet potatoes, but they found the dirt unpleasant.
An 18-month-old female named Imo found she could solve the problem by washing the potatoes in a nearby stream. She taught this trick to her mother. Her playmates also learned this new way and they taught their mothers too.
This cultural innovation was gradually picked up by various monkeys before the eyes of the scientists.
Between 1952 and 1958 all the young monkeys learned to wash the sandy sweet potatoes to make them more palatable.
Only the adults who imitated their children learned this social improvement. Other adults kept eating the dirty sweet potatoes.
Then something startling took place. In the autumn of 1958, a certain number of Koshima monkeys were washing sweet potatoes -- the exact number is not known.
Let us suppose that when the sun rose one morning there were 99 monkeys on Koshima Island who had learned to wash their sweet potatoes.
Let's further suppose that later that morning, the hundredth monkey learned to wash potatoes.
THEN IT HAPPENED!
By that evening almost everyone in the tribe was washing sweet potatoes before eating them.
The added energy of this hundredth monkey somehow created an ideological breakthrough!
A most surprising thing observed by these scientists was that the habit of washing sweet potatoes then jumped over the sea --
Colonies of monkeys on other islands and the mainland troop of monkeys at Takasakiyama began washing their sweet potatoes.
Thus, when a certain critical number achieves an awareness, this new awareness may be communicated from mind to mind.
Although the exact number may vary, this Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon means that when only a limited number of people know of a new way, it may remain the conscious property of these people.
But there is a point at which if only one more person tunes-in to a new awareness, a field is strengthened so that this awareness is picked up by almost everyone!
(from the book "The Hundredth Monkey" by Ken Keyes, Jr. The book is not copyrighted and the material may be reproduced in whole or in part. You can look at the whole book also.)Isn't that neat? (It may not be totally true, but it does represent a society wide paradigm shift, and that's awesome, too.)
"So, how does this relate to you, Chloe, but more importantly, how does it relate to knitting? And why do you look like Sporty Spice in that picture?" you continue to query.
I like to think I'm a creative individual, that I can come up with cool concepts and novel ideas on a whim. But deep in my heart, I know that there is nothing new under the sun. Anything I can invent, 99 monkeys before me have invented.
For example, my incident with the one skein wonder, a pattern published by Glampyre Knits. I thought myself very clever when I decided to knit a raglan shrug from the top down, making up my pattern as I went along. I spotted one of my co-workers knitting something very similar to what I was knitting and asked, "Hey Rebecca, what's that?" She proceeded to show me the pattern for the one skein wonder, which was almost exactly what I was making up. I showed her my work and cemented my fate as the Hundredth Monkey.
This doesn't not make me bitter, nor angry. In fact, I find it quite delightful. It's Zeitgeist; I'm tapped into the collective unconscious, baby. It's a nice reminder of the wonders of knitting, the ideas we can share, and the beauty we can create.
Monday, September 12, 2005
So I've given in to the intense pressure at work and decided to start my own blog. Now when Nathania or Kate post about my yarn related antics, they can give me a shout out. Can I get a woo woo?
The most essential thing you need to know about me is that my life is ruled by whimsy and irony.