The Chicken, the Bustle and Me

This is a throwback post published on May 31, 2011.

My local museum’s olde-timey dress up day is fast becoming an annual event for me!
Remember that dress I referenced back in this here posty?
The day for the gown has come and gone, and it was a fantastic one!

Here’s photographic evidence of the fun:
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First of all, chickens. Very friendly chickens, very chill too. I made friends with both of them. You’ll see in a pic below 🙂

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Here we have Tic Tac the mixed breed sheep. Born in February, this babe was sweet and very single-minded. It was all about grass (and somewhat about my knitting basket!)

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Here be me and Spot the chicken. She was so relaxed that, as you may be able to see, she fell asleep on my lap. I also had a bit of fun playing with the photo editor!

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And here’s the final product! What you can’t see are all the pins I have holding the jacket in (with my minimal sewing experience, I didn’t realize the pattern was about 2″ too big for me!), nor can you see the craptastic hemming job I did along the bottom edge of the skirt.
I am rather happy with the (21!!!) buttons on the jacket. As was Spot, incidentally. She had a great time pecking away at them.

Now that the major sewing project has been completed, I’m hoping to be able to share with you some of the loads of knitting I’ve been working on!

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The Chicken, the Bustle and Me

Holla Knits Warm Weather Accessories Blog Tour

This is a throwback post published on May 28, 2015.

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DO THE QUIZ

I’m going to take you back for a minute. Take you back in my magical DeLorean, zooming away with your kick ass 90s threads on. We’re travelling back to those days where your pants had stirrups, your Walkman always had charged batteries, and your heart went a-pitter-patter at the sight of the newest issue of Seventeen (or 16, or Teen Beat, etc…)

You’d flip through the mag, going from those confessional-like advice letters through the ads and the ads and the ads. You’d be dog-earring some of the coolest stuff, and when you hit that QUIZ the world stopped, you grabbed a pencil and paper, and went on a fantastical, fun journey of meaningful self discovery.

Incidentally, if you’re not jivving with this description, fear not. I may be speaking to my fellow GenY/Millenials and you younger GenXers, but I’m sure all of you can get down with the super fun idea of a knitting quiz.

Yes! I had the immense pleasure of writing up a quiz for the newest issue of Holla Knits. And the title? Oooo, you’re gonna love this one:

 
What’s Your Knitting Spirit Animal?

YES! Oh man, the funs I had writing this one.
This quiz is jam packed with thoughtful, delving questions such as

You’re knitting in public; a stranger asks you “why are you knitting? Knitting is for grandmas”. You…

and

Your knitting is frustrating you. How do you handle this situation?

There are nine questions, each designed to get at the heart of your knitting personality and bestow upon you the great knowledge of your knitting spirit animal.

I’m a RAVEN. What are you?

Want to take the quiz? Just grab the latest issue of Holla Knits!

Incidentally, it’s full of fanTAStic patterns to fill out your warm weather accessories wardrobe. So get it. It rules.

Follow the rest of the blog tour!

May 26: Doog Knits
May 28: Canary Knits
Holla Knits Warm Weather Accessories Blog Tour

Standing on a Stump

This is a throwback post published on August 27, 2008.

I’m not usually one for revealing stuffs about myself, but you’ll have to bear with me, as hours of scanning family photographs (both figuratively with mine eyes and literally with a scanner) have left me feeling a tad reflective.
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Here you see me, as an obnoxiously-wee one, standing on a stump in front of my grandfather’s farmhouse.
His farm was always a great place to explore (exploration, of course, being modus operandi for curious little ones).
He was quite an inventor, and made very many things himself.
My dad is the same way (see example here), and it appears that the trait has been passed through the genes to me (though I’d put my vote in for nurture, rather than nature). Not that I’m an inventor! I wouldn’t dare dream. But the “making” impulse is one of the connections that I never saw until I was far away from it.
My “making” has always been of a different sort than my patrilineal predecessors. I don’t believe they ever made anything that was wearable. Mostly stuck to the usable, drivable and function-able.
As I may have mentioned before, I learned to knit (almost) entirely from books. The one exception was the day I decided to learn, and asked my mom to teach me to cast on and knit. She learned from her aunt, who learned in school, as she was a professional knitter and seamstress back in the day in Portugal. (So, I knit Continental, not English).
So, that’s my knitting-lineage.
While I don’t imagine that I’d make a fantabulous teacher, I do hope that someday I can expand upon that little link there and give the happiness of a new craft and pastime to someone else.
I’ve never traced back my family tree, and have never really been too interested in doing so (mostly, I suppose, because I can’t. I’m a first-gen Canadian, and anything that came before me is likely lost to the proverbial mists of time on scant scraps of paper in some puny village on the Acores or under a grand pile of mouldy banker’s boxes on the mainland).
I think I’d rather place importance on a tree that was based on skill rather than birth.
A mertitocrical-tree! How very Napoleonic of me.
So there’s me, standing on a stump in my childhood happy place.
Blonde and everything (where the hell did that come from?!)

Standing on a Stump

Gone Shoppin’

This is a throwback post published on March 12, 2007.

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And oh how wonderful a sale is. My sale-sniffing bud over at Foxy and Crafty wrangled me a 40% discount on Rowan. Yes, Rowan. And here it be:

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This Rowan Summer Tweed (which is very soft indeed) will transform, through a bit of knitting magic, into this.
And, I haven’t just been spending money.

Here be one of the fastest turnarounds, craft-wise, that I’ve ever had:
Not only did we go to Serendipity Yarn, we also went to their tres lovely bead store, just doors down. Looky what I made.

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And, lastly, here be my doppelganger;

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A little off, I know. But I’m a beginner at sewing, and until I prove to myself that this’ll last, this is all I’ll get.

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