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Hederas, not hearts! Ampersands, not amore! Interrobangs, not- actually, I think the interrobangs could go either way.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a quadruple entendre, I do believe.


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It's . . . three of my favorite things combined into one piece of awesome. Using knitting needles on the ISS for charged particle experiments. Which help humans visualize how auroras happen.

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SPACE!

That is all, carry on.

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It has come to my attention that, after spending the night out at the chilly and damp First Night goings-on while wearing fingerless mitts on my hands and subsequently spending all of January first with an EPIC arthritis inflammation in my hands, that my current choice of hand wear is inadequate ( Read more... )

The zeitgeist arrow, it points to Very Pregnant Women ( Read more... )

My quest for last-minute supplies for this weekend's photoshoot took me further afield than I had anticipated, to one of the far-flung yet tweed-filled yarn shops in the city. (OMG, SO MUCH TWEED. SO MUCH ROWAN. Knitterly friends, if you ever visit, I shall drag you out there.) And twinkling innocently up from the check-out counter, the last in the ( Read more... )

Over the course of the past few hours, I have discovered a jaunty concept album about cricket, listened to songs about dating croquet-playing girls, randomly networked with the be-dreadlocked clerk at the natural food store about a cabaret gig that she djs, was offered a number of other business opportunities that I'm not sure how I feel about yet ( Read more... )

Earlier this week, Stephanie Dosen of Tiny Owl Knits released The Bee Keeper's Quilt pattern, and, I've got to say, I've got a bee in my bonnet about this thing. Puffy three-dimensional hexagons? The knitted equivalent of bubble wrap, squooshy and soft? Instant swoon. Bring me my fainting couch!


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Embroidery. I kind of love it. And I kind of never ever want to do it for fear it will sink its hooks into me and I will never see the light of day again. Because I would then not be able to resist the urge to embroider life-size copies of Ernst Haeckel zoological prints. For the rest of my life.

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O murky slate blue Rowan Bamboo Tape in my yarn stash [#716 Storm], it is soon to be summer. And you still don't know what you want to be. But have we finally figured it out? Is this right? Is this what you want to be when you grow up?


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