Archive for March, 2006

Provocatively Irreverent

Thursday, March 30th, 2006

On Saturday, I went to the library in Dartmouth, which I never do, because they have a really good children’s reference section there, which I needed to use to work on assignments for my Services and Resources for Children course. The Dartmouth trip also had another purpose besides schoolwork. See, the library is very close […]

We Have (a Smidgen of) Fleece Artist!

Friday, March 24th, 2006

The other day I went to LK Yarns, ostensibly to buy some needles, but really more to fondle drool over admire yarn. If you are able to walk by Fleece Artist Curlylocks or Fleece Artist Handmaiden Sea Silk without stroking it, then you are not freakin’ human.
But how does an unemployed bum grad student manage […]

She Shoots, She Scores?

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006

Although I had toyed with the idea of trying to knit a scarf during the Paralympics, I had to give that up as another impossible dream when schoolwork got in the way. I knew it was likely that would happen, though, as I’ve learned through experience that the surest way for me not to do […]

The Scarf That Time Remembered

Wednesday, March 15th, 2006

I finished The Scarf That Time Forgot. Finished it for really. Bought some new yarn needles and wove in the ends. After the weather was so nice on Monday, I was worried that I might not get the chance to wear it, which just shows how completely divorced from reality I can be sometimes. I […]

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Sunday, March 12th, 2006

Today it was 10°C outside. I more or less finished The Scarf That Time Forgot, but what’s the point? It’s not like I can wear it. It’s ten degrees out there. That is not Scarf Weather.
I say “more or less finished” because I didn’t weave in the ends yet. I know for a […]

Boys Knitting

Friday, March 3rd, 2006

A few days ago I saw a guy knitting in public.
He was knitting something pink.
More accurately, the yarn was pink with flecks of white and flecks of grayish-browny.
I almost asked him what he was making, but I didn’t, because sometimes I am inexplicably shy.
There is just something about seeing boys knitting that causes intense happiness. […]