One eye'd - One horn'd

4th and final (for now) attempt.

I'm ALL OVER the Dip Dye Method.

Go me.


Well, bless my soul.



Rock and Roll.



Flyin' purple people eater.

Love and kisses on all your pink parts

Attempt #3

So. Much. Fun.


Fuschia. Oh, Fuschia.


How do I love thee?


Let me count the ways.

green peace

Attempt #2

Green this time.


All finished and purdy.


I don't know why I keep photographing the cakes in this white bowl. Must be trying to be artsy or something.


I didn't really do a big enough swatch, but the colours are quite nice.
Very...Irish.



It's amazing how different the yarn looks after it's been re-skeined.

Orange you glad?

So, I've been dabbling, again.

The Dip Dye Method this time.

See, I have all these amazing lacy/scaley/etc. sock patterns that I need something a little more subtle.

Well, as subtle as Tangerine can be.

Here's the mound (20 - 50 gr skeins) of Louet's Gems (in cream) I procured from Connie.


I need Test Subjects, after all.


I felt the need to colour coordinate.


All trussed up and ready to dye.


Can you hear its thin, high screams?


It's trying to escape.


Le petit spaghette


The process is a little tedious for someone (like me) who needs instant gratification.


The dying process (not including prep soaking and prep time) took three and a half hours.


Anyone hungry?


Yarn - in the wild - basking in the sun.


Dyed, dried and twisted.


Re-skeined.


I'm in love. Seriously.


::contented sigh::

Smells like Nirvana

So, I promised myself no blogging until I'd finished my latest project.

Needless to say, I had no idea just how long the flipping thing would take.

What is this mysterious 'thing'?

The Lotus Blossom Shawl, naturally.



On the (hopefully annual - hint hint, Connie) Yarn Crawl I saw the most beautiful shawl on display.

I had to create and possess said shawl.

I had to create and possess said shawl in Handmaiden's Sea Silk.



The yarn is ridiculously beautiful and regardless of what Husband thinks ("It smells like fish.") I could sit for hours just fondling and smelling the stuff. ("It does not. It smells like The Ocean.")

Now, this was my first lace project, but as I'm a pretty quick knitter, I didn't expect it to take me SO LONG. Almost three weeks from start to finish.

Huff.

This is also the first project I've ever blocked.

I know, I know. Bad/lazy/impatient knitter.

I honestly think that you can't realize the true benefits of blocking until you've actually done it.


I wondered if it would take forever to dry, what with how humid it has been lately. I needn't have worried.


Unfortunately, I pinned it wrong side up, so you'll have to use your imagination a bit.


The demi-mannequin I have just doesn't so it justice.


It's absolutely scrumptious.


I'm actually a little turned on.

By the shawl.

Not the naked mannequin.

Meme along with me

I've never been one for those "If I was a superhero/mixed drink/Harry Potter Character/whatever" kind of memes. I do, however, like those "Getting to know all about you" kind.

Having said that...

Here are the rules: Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. I am phobic about dirt. Specifically, dirt on my hands. I cannot stand it when my hands are dirty/gritty/oily/sticky. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. To cope, I was my hands. A lot.

2. I still (at the ripe old age of 29) sleep walk and talk. I've freaked my husband out several times waking him up because one of our pets are missing, or the house is on fire, or whatever. He's more used to it now and makes a point to mock me into consciousness.

3. I'm rubbish at keeping in touch. If I don't see you regularly, I fall out of touch. This does not make for lasting relationships.

4. I'm an excellent cook. Years ago, I went vegetarian, and, as I knew nothing about food prep that didn't involve premade meals and a microwave, I set about the enormous task of learning to feed myself (vegetarian, organic, whole foods). Six years later? I'm not any thinner, but I'm a whole lot healthier and I get invited to potlucks. A lot.

5. I'm addicted to Harry Potter fanfiction. Specifically, HG/SS fanfiction. (After she's out of school, of course. I'm not a pervert). Bright young woman. Tortured older man. It's all very Wuthering Heights.

6. I cry at the drop of a hat. Any hat. It doesn't seem to matter if I'm happy or sad or angry or frustrated. It's horrifying, as I was raised to believe that crying is either a form of a) feminine manipulation, or b) weakness. I've often swore to myself NEVER to use the phrase "I'll give you something to cry about" when dealing with my own kids.

7. I've got a split personality when it comes to socializing. When I'm out with friends, I'm extroverted. I can talk to anyone and can go all night. When I'm at home, I'm introverted. I will hole myself up in my cozy little nest and never leave. I'm sure there's a clinical term for this affliction of which I am unaware.

8. I love my job (I work, downtown Toronto, with street kids. Specifically girls in the sex trade). Unfortunately for my bank account, it's one of those jobs where you have to raise your own support (does it strike anyone else as ironic that I have to pedal myself to churches/businesses/individuals/etc. to work with girls who do the same thing?). As I am rubbish at public speaking, I mostly work for free.

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As for the tagging of others, I'm not going to specifically name people, but I encourage you to fill this out yourself. Leave me a note if you do, so I can read up on you.

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