A FO!

But it's not knitting! Because I have no knitting content that I can show you. Yet. Soon, I promise.

You might recall this WIP. http://thisboyknits.blogspot.com/2007/01/non-knitting-wip.html

Well, it was for a course of mine. The assignment was to take the human figure (or part) and some sort of interaction (with anything), and then incorporate the dimension of space (this was somewhat open to interpretation, be it actual space, or depth, or what have you). Examples given were a hand holding a doggie treat above a dog's nose, or that scene in the Sistene Chapel, with Adam and G-d's hands outstretched, and it is just SO charged. Anyway. There was one more criteria. It was to be made out of corrugated cardboard and white glue. Go!

Ummmm, ok?
Anyway, this was my interpretation. Which was completely tame compared to some of the work done by others (the detail and level of artistry and ingenuity displayed by certain individuals in that class is.... just ASTOUNDING. And then you remember, "oh, that's done with CARDBOARD, too!") No photos of those though, you only get mine, sorry!

Hi folks

Just a short story today.

So I was plopped down on the lino outside of one of my courses yesterday, waiting for the class before us to spill out, and I was knitting away on, well, a large red sock (I almost always knit before this particular course). When someone plops down beside me. I (understandably) turn to face this individual, and I don't recognise them. This is most often bad. This lady then proceeds to pull the knitting out of my hands (isn't that like getting between an animal and it's food?), goes on to thoroughly inspect it (I raise my eyebrow quizzically. I figure if she decides to assault it more violently, no one will stop me eviscerating her with a fistful of DPNs.), and then hand it back to me. She then nods and, in a fairly noticeable accent (maybe Russian or something? I think she must have been a graduate student or sommat), compliments the heck out of me! Turns out that she is a knitter as well, and we chatted about Continental (European, according to her) versus English knitting, Kaffe Fassett, the relative difficulties of socks, and so on. There may yet be hope for this town.

Go Stuff A Skein In It

To the... lady (and I use the term loosely here) who gave me serious heck in the coffee spot today:
-Yes, I think knitting is cool! (but, I'm biased)
-No, that is NOT why I do it. (but it doesn't hurt)
-I don't do it to 'trick some poor girl into thinking [I'm] sensitive' (as we all know, that is silly talk!)
-I do not think that I am 'some sort of hot [stuff]' (and I don't appreciate that language being directed at me in an angry tone in public, thank you veyr much)
-I do not, by ANY means, think 'having [certain parts] makes [me] better than [ladies] who knit' (I'm sorry, remind me to wear my Pretentious t-shirt next time I'm in public. And yes, I do have one, it's post-ironic, I swear!)
-However, I do think that I have better manners than certain individuals, ma'am. (And for once, I don't feel bad saying that)
-I am by no means 'some kind of [adjective] yarn snob' (I am a student, I cannot afford to be so, and would not wish to be so anyway! Nobody likes a snob)
-And finally... Well I won't say it in public (unlike some people, evidently), but it involves a skein, a craw, and stuffing.

Ahem, allow me to straighten my cravat.

In knitting news:
-For now secret project which I only have a few days to wrap up, and there is a good chance you will see it soon regardless.
-I might start Saranac, form Knitty's Man Issue at some point soonish. I hope.

And now back to silence and 'studying'.