23.6.08

so much love

going to dance camp = love (1)

Over the weekend, I saw a documentary about a group of surfers in Australia, Bra Boys. Not the typical movie I would go see on a Sunday, but I'm glad I saw it. Besides the fact that I could watch people surfing all day and never get tired of it, it was a pretty interesting story, along the lines of Dogtown and Z Boys, only with a happier "ending" for all involved. I would definitely recommend it, but be warned, there are a couple of extremely graphic scenes with injured surfers. If blood makes you squeamish, you may not want to check this out. (Personally, I just hid behind my hands and may have accidentally said "EW!" out loud a few times.) Although I will say, those scenes are counterbalanced by the fact that the gorgeous Koby Abberton is shirtless for a good portion of the film. Seriously, could not get enough of ogling, erm, I mean, watching him. Shirtless. For almost every interview. And surfing. And hot. And I may have mentioned that he was shirtless. Ahem. I digress....

Seeing this got me thinking about a common attitude that the uninitiated have with any "hobby" or interest that they just "don't get," and that is "why do people get so worked up/ involved/ consumed with such-and-such hobby?" Well, that's because for most of us, it's not just a hobby. It's an obsession. It's an escape. It's a form of meditation. It's something that channels our creative energies. It's a tradition that was passed down from generation to generation, something we learned from our mothers and grandmothers. It's making something beautiful. It's a common denominator for people of all walks of life. We've built a whole community around it, online and in real life. Like surfing, it unites, brings people together, and gives them a viable outlet.

By nature, I am a solitary sort, but knitting has brought me out of my hermetic shell and closer to other people. When I went to my first knit night in Long Island City so many years ago (has it been 5 years? more? my time flies!), I went at Matt's suggestion, maybe because he was tired of going to yarn shops and fiber festivals with me (he's not, for the record), and it was a big step for me to even do this and reach out to other people who had similar interests. I met the most awesome group of strong, opinionated, intelligent, vibrant women full of life and humor. I can say it now that it doesn't hurt to admit it, but I miss those women and their conversations, opinions, crazy jokes, and amazing spirit. Most of them became good friends, and I think about them here and there even though I am horrible about keeping in touch. They brought out the best in me, and I'm so grateful for that. Likewise, I am so happy that I have met another group of women here in Cambridge who are also witty, hilarious, smart, and so much fun to hang out with. And that's not even to mention the amazing people I have met through blogging who I have become friends with in real life. I could go on and on about these awesome people, but there's a more basic point I am trying to make. I would have never met any of them if it weren't for this silly "hobby." So while I may not be putting a firecracker in anyone's butt crack (apparently, this is one of the many ways surfers show their appreciation for their friends - who knew?), there is some fabulous camaraderie going on here, and I am lucky to have it and be a part of it.

Anyhoo, we're off to dance camp again this year. Matt teaches capoeira there, and I'm supposed to be his assistant, kinda sorta. Actually, whereas Matt goes to his capoeira classes three times a week, I sit on my butt and stuff softies or knit or read or surf the internet (hah). Suffice it to say, I have a hard time keeping up without getting winded. Last year, I only assisted for the first class so that he could instruct the kids on a few different kicks. By the second class, he had them sparring with each other, which was a huge relief to me. I do teach some of the kids who are interested how to make softies in the evenings after dinner and help chaperone little walks and firefly catching sessions and such. I really enjoy it and am so looking forward to going that I'm already packed. (We leave in a couple of days.) Besides the essentials and all that, I'm bringing a book, some knitting, and my nano-nanoo onto which I just downloaded the latest Ladytron. (<- Warning: link has sound.) So yay! Last year was a blast, and hopefully this year will be good times for all again. See you all in a week or so. Hope you are all having a lovely summer!

21.6.08

you tacky thing, you put them on

STR somewhat striped subway seat scarf

I had a friend who was consistently appalled by my use of color. You kinda can't totally blame her, considering that she was my friend at a time when my hair was Raggedy Ann red and I wore patchwork skirts with bright green fishnet (oh how the Fug Girls would have had a field day... or a heart attack). Any time I would see something brightly colored and go to it like a moth to flame, she would shake her head and hiss, "I knew it! Ugh, you're so tacky." I never really let her comments get to me because, honestly, I felt that if my attraction to bright colors was tacky, then I loved tacky. I embraced the tacky. I can't live in a world that's all beige and bland. I love color. I love bright colors and jewel-toned hues, the juicier the better. I may wear black most of the time, but there something about a splash of color. I can't resist it.

This scarf is going to be the brightest, tackiest, most retina-searing accessory I will own. The STR Fire On the Mountain and Downpour aren't quite striping up per se; they are commingling to form a dense squishy fabric that is more than a little reminiscent of a NYC bus seat (think the Q18 or the B61) or the new seats on the Red Line here in Boston. Some of you may be gagging a little at the sight of this thing, and that's okay. I understand people will think this is fug to the highest power, but I think it's charmingly tacky. Now grow little scarf, grow!

20.6.08

you can't feel guilty about it if it's a gift, right?

birthday yarn

I meant to write this post last week, but I was buried under a mountain of softie bats (and a few other creatures I cannot speak of here - not until they become finished objects) so here it is now. Not that it's particularly exciting, just another exhibitionist flash-o'-the-stash, or rather the latest additions which were gifts and therefore guilt-free. Well, the Koigu in the top photo is guilt-free; it was a birthday present from Matt. (Seriously, he is so wonderful.) The STR in the bottom photo was a gift to myself. I swore I wouldn't get any more STR after wrestling with a skein of Fire On the Mountain for month and still losing - I could not get it to not pool. The plan is actually to use the Downpour to make a scarf with the FOtM, since it's better to make a frigging scarf out of it than hurling it out the window as I wanted to do the other night. (I didn't because I was sure that if I had done so, the squirrels would have hurled it back at me with a note attached reading, "We don't want this either. It pools horribly. Take it back, effer!" For a second, I entertained the possibility of making another Chevron Scarf, but you know, been there, done that... next! I was thinking of maybe making that ribbed Noro scarf that I have seen here and there and fallen in love with over and over again. Okay, so far, one skein has been assigned a purpose. Now to get knitting!

P.S. - It is official. I am not buying any more yarn until the stash is half of what it is now. For reals. I mean it. Not kidding. I swear.

18.6.08

so you think you can hat hat hat

SYTYCD Hat

pattern:
so you think you can hat
designer:
Susan Chang
yarn: Rowan Handknit Cotton in 239
needles: Addi Turbos US size 4, Crystal Palace circs & dpns US size 7
modifications: I cast on 108 stitches for a total of 9 pattern repeats instead of 8 as the pattern called for

You know what my favorite item to knit is? Hats. They never take more than a day or two to whip out, and they are so satisfying. Immensely satisfying, in fact. When I watched the first episode of So You Think You Can Dance a couple of weeks ago, I immediately fell in love with Mia's hat and knew that I had to make it. I was not alone in such hat-lust, and one of the wonderful people on ravelry, insaknitty, came up with a pattern for it. I cast on Monday night and finished it around 2 in the morning because I was still up and couldn't get to sleep (apparently, this is what not taking Benadryl for a few days does to me - awesome!)*. I love it! Regarding the mods, I decided to add one more pattern repeat for a total of 108 stitches on mine because I have a huge noggin. I had seen Diana's earlier in the day, and hers fit her perfectly, which made me realize there was no way that 96 stitches was going to fit me properly. As the annoyingly fastidious couple behind me kept whining about Saturday night at the theater while watching The Crappening** (seriously folks, if you must watch this, wait until it comes out on DVD and Netflix it - it suuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked), it seems my head just may be large enough to eclipse theater screens and such. I mean, I know my head is big, but I didn't realize it was all Easter Island proportioned. Anyhoo! Yeah, I cast on a whole more buncha stitches. Besides, I wanted it to be slouchy, and with that extra repeat, it is slouchiliciously delightful.

Total side note: the poll on my sidebar closes later tonight so if you haven't had a chance to throw in your vote, please do so now. I will talk about the results and the poll itself in the coming days. As it is I have been running a little behind here so I have a couple of belated posts coming and new posts that tie into this as well.

* Yeah, if this lack of sleep continues, I am dragging my butt to the doctor because it's a little strange to me that I stop taking Benadryl and now I can't sleep.

** I cannot believe that The Happening has been compared to Hitchcock's The Birds. NO! Wrong! Hitchcock was leagues beyond this tripe.