Archive for April, 2010

Zebra! Behind You!

Okay, I’ll admit it. I jumped on the zebra print bandwagon. I mean, you’ve got to admit, the new super graphic prints are so cool. Now while I haven’t bought anything zebra print, I’ve been mooning over them for a while. Hobby Lobby just got in some new zebra beads so finally – Finally!- I broke down and got them, then rushed home to whip up a pair of earrings.

Sterling silver hooks and wire + crystal beads + styling zebra = Awesomeness.

These make me ridiculously happy.

In other news, I’ve started getting some ideas on what to tell you about Valdosta and how. Plus, I’ve been knitting like a fool. I think I might even have something finished soon. Check back in a few days.


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Valdosta, GA

Valdosta. Located about 20 miles North of the Florida border, it is one of the largest towns in the whole of South Georgia. Conveniently located within driving distance to Macon, Tallahasee, Jacksonville, and Gainsville, and nestled along I-75, you can reach pretty much anything you desire here. It is one of the fastest growing cities in the country with a city population of about 50,000 people, including a military base, two colleges, two hospitals, and numerous K-12 schools.

In other words, I’ve been forced to call this town home for almost 3 years now and I’m going to burn it down if I have to take this anymore. Before Valdosta, I lived in Tifton – a small town about an hour north of here. On weedends, or really any time I needed to get the hell out and do something, I would drive to Valdosta. Within a week of moving here, I came to the rather disheartening conclusion that I’d already seen everything worth seeing.

Problem: I sometimes feel so trapped and sick of being here that I want to throw bricks at babies.

Solution: I am going to find out everything about this town. I am going to be a Valdosta expert. I will look with new eyes at my surroundings and really SEE it for the first time. I will know this town inside and out and find everything worth staying for in South Georgia. And I’m going to make you read all about it.

Super sorry.

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Knitting Inspiration

Where does inspiration come from? Are we programmed to think we are awesome in our heads or do we just have little inspiration fairies that jab us in the ass and tell us how stupid we were to not have done this great thing before?

I’m one of those annoying people who always has a few notebooks laying around constantly being filled with Awesome. That’s what I like to think, don’t fuck with my bubble. However, I am fully aware that most of these ideas will never see the light of disastrous results. Like most great, awesome, life-changing ideas, they don’t come out quite like they did on paper. Still, I’m compelled to push myself into projects that end up laying there while I get sucked into something totally different.

I was reading the Crazy Aunt Purl blog a few days ago when Laurie commented that there were two different types of knitters: those who love to constantly challenge themselves and those that love a good mindless, comfy knit. Why must I always be between the two? I’ve got nearly a dozen projects on the needles (actually, I’ll be adding another one tonight (It’s an Awesome idea)) and that means two things.

1. I’m a super ADD knitter.
2. Since I like to be challenged with half of my projects and just play with the other half, I will never finish anything.
3. I need medication.

Now moving on. I am a highly visual person. Everything I see can be translated into a project. This would totally be useful if I was a) talented or b) determined. Since I’m usually neither of those things, all those notebooks (filled with Awesome) taunt me everyday. Currently, they are being filled with big knits. As in super sized yarn and dildo sized needles. I’ve started to see the inherent beauty of a simple pattern done big enough to see from space.

I’ve also started a project (three days ago and please shoot me) that is as simple and pared down as I can make it. Why? Novelty yarn. I can’t help myself and keep buying it and falling for more and then groaning when I want to make a sophisticated… anything and realize I don’t have any solid colors under the pile of fun fur and those poofy balls on string. Another thing I’m learning is that sometimes, and I feel retarded even saying this, you have to let the yarn speak for itself. The yarn that’s yelling at me right now is Yarn Bee Special Effects. I do love it so. My hope is that it will show to the best of its ability with a simple pattern that will both play it up and tone it down. I realize that doesn’t make any sense. Well unless you’re me and I actively try to restrain myself from the awful acts of speech and thought.

You’d think that you’d get to see these projects up soon. See, I’ve got a bit of time on my hands (grumbleunemployedgrumble) and have been knitting up a storm in front of 6 seasons of Buffy. However, due to lack of foresight and previously mentioned determination, I can’t seem to keep my hands on one project long enough to put a dent in any. Such is the life of an artist. Is this a cry for help?

Where does your inspiration come from and how do you get it to shut up?

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Acronym standing for the noun phrase almost finished object. References the term “FO” meaning finished object.

I am 90% done with the vest. Well, I guess that depends on how you look at it. It is knit. Fully, totally, honestly knit, seamed, finished. The only part left is blocking and sewing on buttons. This, however, must wait. I’m in the process of apartment hunting. Plus, I’m afraid of any damages that could be done to my boyfriend’s carpet if I try to block it here. Alas, I will wait until I move. Or find a better solution.

Here it is. Waiting for me. Staring at me. Longing to be worn.

It hurts us, precious.

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Keychain: Worry Rocks

While tooling around the local Michael’s a few weeks ago, I got lost in the natural stone bead isle. It’s always my favorite and I always end up with too many ideas of what I could do with them if they weren’t so expensive. Then I made the mistake of going in there with the boyfriend. Not only did he love them too (and keep trying to buy them for me) but even HE started having ideas. Really, how many excuses do you need for pretty beads? So I bought some. Of course, it didn’t hurt that it would give me an excuse to buy some beads since, you know, all mine are packed. And well, and not as cool as these.

One of his comments was that they felt so good in your hands. The large smooth beads are the perfect size and shape to worry between antsy fingers. Thus, the worry keychain was born. It works just as well for calming you down as it does to keep you awake during boring meetings and, when used correctly, to protect yourself from very small or very frail people. Who knew a simple keychain could do all that?

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