I’ve realised that my posts recently have been pretty terse, and I think I want to try verbiage instead.
You know, in lieu of actual craft, since I have no beautiful pictures at the moment. (If you would like pictures, please scroll down. There are lots. Many of them are pretty.)
I do have a lot of works-in-progress, though. Like, waaay too many. I’m knitting a scarf that I started last September, and I’m still halfway through knitting a bamboo/silk camisole. I honestly don’t know where that pattern for that has gone. I’ve got a knit-graffiti tag to be finished, and ‘finished’ can only be defined once I work out where it’s going to end up. On top of all this I am foolishly trying to start a lace hood/cowl thing with my cloud yarn. And I still have a scarf on my loom, which will remain unwoven for now, because I was dumb enough to think that using two kinds of feathers yarn was a good idea. Yeah, no.
There’s also a bunch of cross-stitches that I want to design and make. I’ve got some Bloody Shakespeare ideas that are waiting on art from my awesome artist friends. I also have plans for more NSFW Exegetical Profanity – “FUCK” is definitely the next one, though I’m torn on what the third should be. Four letters, definitely, but I just can’t decide.
There will also, at some point, be a piece of embroidery that asks one of life’s ultimate questions – “where do all the calculators go?”. This will happen just as soon as I design a decent-looking halo-wearing cross-stitch calculator.
I also have a design ready-to-roll, which I want to cross-stitch soon: ‘viva la stitch’, which needs to be ready for the crafternoon’s exciting tour schedule. Thinking of which, I need to co-ordinate and plan for the crafternoon’s exciting tour schedule. July is going to be a MAD MAD MAD month. We’re going down to Flinders Uni for the Students of Sustainability conference (fingers crossed), which totally counts as touring since it takes me two hours and three busses to get there. We’re then heading to Murray Bridge with Format Festival, which will involve hardcore crafternooners sitting around, plotting the radicalisation of rural South Australia’s crafting community. CWA? HTFU.
And THEN we’re going to have a crafternoon. Because there really wasn’t enough going on.
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Anyway, I had a really cool moment today. I was out shopping (for lace-up boots with NO FUCKING ZIP! Is that too much to ask? Really? Well, it would appear so.) and stopped into the bakery for lunch. The girl behind the counter said I looked familiar – I sort of recognised her as well, but I could not remember how we knew each other. I live in Adelaide, so stuff like this happens to me on a regular basis, especially since I’m fairly rubbish at recognising people out of context. The girl at the bakery clearly has no such impairment, however, because she then said, “you’re the crafternoon lady, right?”
Random craft-related recognition! Followed by random craft conversation in bakery, where I found out that one of my “I (heart) zombies” patterns not only got finished, but gifted to a sister. Which is very cool.
This conversation completely made my day.
(Even though I wasted four hours looking for a still-elusive pair of lace-up boots.)
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I just realised that, despite my avowed aim of reducing terseness, I’ve written over 500 words of increasingly terse prose. Note to self: remember to use more conjunctions and pronouns, and stop slipping into the imperative voice. Oh. Damn.
Writing ditsy teenage dialogue is messing with my prose.