On a grey day in December half my life ago, then 16-year-old me (she of the cropped hair, plaid jacket and vintage pheasant feather cloche) bundled herself onto a bus and headed downtown. The purpose of this journey was simple -- to acquire a copy of
Pulp's His 'n' Hers, their then-latest release.
I set my CD player on repeat and holed myself up in my room accompanied by a particularly trashy unauthorized bio of Mick Jagger ("
All of [his] lives...in and out of bed,
every which way,") and a deck of Tarot cards. I was psychically devastated in that typical teenage way. And thus, 1994 turned into 1995.
I have carried memories of this particular episode with me for the past 16 years. Whenever late December rolls around those scenes and that record float to the forefront of my memory and the only thing for it is to give
His 'n' Hers one good listen -- all the way through -- for old time's sake. It's still as stylish, sexy and dramatic as it was back then.
Nowadays in my quiet(er) moments one is most likely to find me listening to
The Real Tuesday Weld or various episodes of
Melodica. My companions have changed as well, and they generally consist of yarn, tea, and my favourite piece of
sodalite.
And of course, there's usually a new mitten or sock hanging about the place. Look, here's one now:
This is
Juanita, the Official Mitten of
NaKniMitMo 2011, which starts at the beginning of January. You can, however, get in the spirit by picking up a copy of Juanita right now, especially since she's on sale for $4 USD from now until 31 January 2011. Just head on over to
Ravelry, click that wee button beneath her picture or swing by the
ol' Etsy shop.
It's just that simple. Dispensing with 16-year-old memories, now, that's something else.
These were something of an impulse-buy -- yes -- but I could not bring myself to say no. As you can see, they are ready for the festivity of tonight's annual Fondue Feast.
The bag was custom-made for me by bayan hippo and the brooch is a Petula Precious by Miss Zaza. I love them together -- it's like each was made for the other.
It's my Saroyan scarf -- a rare knit for myself. I'm about halfway done.
In any event, expect the pattern soon.
He looks good for being 4000 years old.
I rest easy knowing that my data will be protected in both this life and the next.
This pair, destined to live in London with The Kid himself, were my constant companions over the past few days. They tagged along to all the parties and were the talk of the room. Everyone wants to meet a fancy sock.
Fear not, Mr. Turkey -- we'll be dining on perogies this evening.
Last Monday the little dude had to be rushed to the States for emergency gall bladder surgery (just as I was, six years ago.) These things really do run in families.
I set my CD player on repeat and holed myself up in my room accompanied by a particularly trashy unauthorized bio of Mick Jagger ("All of [his] lives...in and out of bed, every which way,") and a deck of Tarot cards. I was psychically devastated in that typical teenage way. And thus, 1994 turned into 1995.
I have carried memories of this particular episode with me for the past 16 years. Whenever late December rolls around those scenes and that record float to the forefront of my memory and the only thing for it is to give His 'n' Hers one good listen -- all the way through -- for old time's sake. It's still as stylish, sexy and dramatic as it was back then.
Still, one can not argue with the overall effect that working with tiny needles affords. Adding tiny repetitive patterns and fine yarn to the mix just heightens it. I had forgotten how enjoyable lace knitting can be.
My Assistant, as you can see, is currently hard at work up in the Stu-gee-oh, ensuring that no yarn goes unnibbled.
I love this thumb, probably more than a thumb warrants being loved. It is unlike any other thumb I have ever worked before and I strongly suspect that it is destined to crop up again. Of course, you realize that I'm speaking more of texture, rather than structure. Don't expect any revolutionary construction techniques or other potentially nasty surprises. We're all about keeping it simple, folks -- simple, but never boring. 
...which might help you out (or not.) What I can tell you is that the pattern is called Juanita (that's "Janie" en español,) and that it's knit in a selection of Sunday Knits yarns, but primarily in Nirvana 3 ply (the cashmere blend.)
