Well do you? I mean who knows out there in blogger land what you all are knitting and not letting on about. But i have to thank Margaret for sending me this link.
Dawn of the Knitted Dead, Day of the Knitted Dead and Shaun of the Knitted Dead. I can't help but admire the time and imagination, let alone the skill to knit somethign like this up. I am in awe!
Suzi.
An awed red head and and damn proud of it.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Big Day Out Tomorrow
It all happens tomorrow, my local SNB is having a stall at a new market opening up in home town.
I'm on first thing in the morning as part of the set-up crew. I'm not sure how well this will go as usually I am a bit of a cavewoman first thing in the morning. I have hair that looks like it was last modeled on the Wildman of Borneo and mostly I grunt and growl. The daft white car looks on, thinking ??????? Who knows what. I'm not even certain what goes in that mad catty brain, if anything.
Then I get out of bed.
Usually taming the savage beast first off involves caffeine, sugar or a combination of both. The DWC is content to cavort through the house while trying to trip me up, I swear he's in the coffee before I even get up or he's a morning person rein-CAT-nated. My only gripe here is, if he is indeed in the coffee, why can't he make me one?
However the ever competent Sharon will be there first up to marshall my fellow SNB'er Sandra and myself into line at the market. Later in the morning my fellow cavewoman and SNB'er Katt will arrive after her husband has got her out of her cave and into the car. Usually assisted by a cattle prod and long pole (to push the coffee close without getting too close).
I'm looking forward to Katt's arrival because I am sure we will see much cavewoman hijinks ensue. Wearing of tea cosies upon the head, chasing people with sharp pointy sticks, ensnaring possible husbands with scarves and of course the compulsory celebratory hooting upon finding a caffeine source.
Ahhh, I can see it now. David Attenbourgh presents a documentary on Cavewomen in their chosen habitat.
"Fear not market goers! At the prospect of a sale these Cavewomen can not only be civilised but polite. We will approach now carefully so as not to startle them.....Hello! I am after a knit beanie for my next documentry to filmed somewhere cold."
Until next time,
Suzi.
A bona fide red headed cavewoman and damn mad about it!
I'm on first thing in the morning as part of the set-up crew. I'm not sure how well this will go as usually I am a bit of a cavewoman first thing in the morning. I have hair that looks like it was last modeled on the Wildman of Borneo and mostly I grunt and growl. The daft white car looks on, thinking ??????? Who knows what. I'm not even certain what goes in that mad catty brain, if anything.
Then I get out of bed.
Usually taming the savage beast first off involves caffeine, sugar or a combination of both. The DWC is content to cavort through the house while trying to trip me up, I swear he's in the coffee before I even get up or he's a morning person rein-CAT-nated. My only gripe here is, if he is indeed in the coffee, why can't he make me one?
However the ever competent Sharon will be there first up to marshall my fellow SNB'er Sandra and myself into line at the market. Later in the morning my fellow cavewoman and SNB'er Katt will arrive after her husband has got her out of her cave and into the car. Usually assisted by a cattle prod and long pole (to push the coffee close without getting too close).
I'm looking forward to Katt's arrival because I am sure we will see much cavewoman hijinks ensue. Wearing of tea cosies upon the head, chasing people with sharp pointy sticks, ensnaring possible husbands with scarves and of course the compulsory celebratory hooting upon finding a caffeine source.
Ahhh, I can see it now. David Attenbourgh presents a documentary on Cavewomen in their chosen habitat.
"Fear not market goers! At the prospect of a sale these Cavewomen can not only be civilised but polite. We will approach now carefully so as not to startle them.....Hello! I am after a knit beanie for my next documentry to filmed somewhere cold."
Until next time,
Suzi.
A bona fide red headed cavewoman and damn mad about it!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Sock Festival in all it's glory.
Today I attended the 1st Westbury World Sock Festival. I was a bit taken aback to discover that there was a $10 admission - I presume this is based on the St Patrick's Day Festival they run over three days. But had I known in advance I may have thought twice about going.
The socks were varied and interesting, not as many as I expected. I thought it would be a lot bigger with more knit related stalls and displays.
My fellow SNB'ers Cathy and Cindy won prizes for the socks they entered, Katt and Sharon's were also proudly on display. There are some pictures of all the socks over at the SNB website.
Below is some pictures of my sister and my socks getting out and about with other socks. Where will the frivolity end?
I did purchase some lovely Hot Socks wool in a grey/white/black blend. $5.00 for a 50gm ball. However they also had Hot Socks in 100gm balls which they wanted $20 for! I also got to finally see the Sirdar Yo Yo yarn up close, if your not familiar with this it comes in one big ball (about 400gms) supposedly with enough to make a sweater with out joining in lots of little balls. Not a bad idea, if only more yarn companys could come up with ideas like this.
There are no pictures, which I now regret, but there was a Giant pumpkin competion. They were massive! I don't imagine they would all be that nice to eat. As traditionally the very large pumpkins were grown as cattle feed.
Until next time,
Suzi.
A bona fide red headed sock knitter and damn proud if it!
The socks were varied and interesting, not as many as I expected. I thought it would be a lot bigger with more knit related stalls and displays.
My fellow SNB'ers Cathy and Cindy won prizes for the socks they entered, Katt and Sharon's were also proudly on display. There are some pictures of all the socks over at the SNB website.
Below is some pictures of my sister and my socks getting out and about with other socks. Where will the frivolity end?
I did purchase some lovely Hot Socks wool in a grey/white/black blend. $5.00 for a 50gm ball. However they also had Hot Socks in 100gm balls which they wanted $20 for! I also got to finally see the Sirdar Yo Yo yarn up close, if your not familiar with this it comes in one big ball (about 400gms) supposedly with enough to make a sweater with out joining in lots of little balls. Not a bad idea, if only more yarn companys could come up with ideas like this.
There are no pictures, which I now regret, but there was a Giant pumpkin competion. They were massive! I don't imagine they would all be that nice to eat. As traditionally the very large pumpkins were grown as cattle feed.
Until next time,
Suzi.
A bona fide red headed sock knitter and damn proud if it!
Friday, March 17, 2006
It's been awhile my friends.
Well, have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and just hate everything? I've been having one of those days all week.
And to top it all off, MSN is now behaving badly on me. Grrr arrghh!
And do you know what happens tomorrow? A local election! Who are these people that make these decisions? It's my right to vote and have a say. Fair enough, we are after all supposedly a democracy. But surely then I should have the right not to vote? All politicians annoy me, I'll be glad when tommorrow is over there will be no advertising bombardment coming from all directions.
It's all too much for me, I must go now, in search of my next sugar fix.
Until next time,
Suzi.
An annoyed bona fide red head.
And to top it all off, MSN is now behaving badly on me. Grrr arrghh!
And do you know what happens tomorrow? A local election! Who are these people that make these decisions? It's my right to vote and have a say. Fair enough, we are after all supposedly a democracy. But surely then I should have the right not to vote? All politicians annoy me, I'll be glad when tommorrow is over there will be no advertising bombardment coming from all directions.
It's all too much for me, I must go now, in search of my next sugar fix.
Until next time,
Suzi.
An annoyed bona fide red head.
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