For Him and the Girls

6 07 2010

Hello loves,

I know that I promised you grand updates filled with yarnbombs in Revelstoke and Golden and Banff. My heart aches a bit to tell you that this won’t be that kind of update. Far from excuses, I offer only explanation. Here’s the thing. The girls and I left Vernon and enjoyed a gorgeous drive to Banff listening to good music and only stopping to pee lest we arive late and miss the main event. But wait.  I’m sure I mentioned that I talked B and Meemats into accompanying me to go and see Hawksley Workman in Banff, right? So… no time for knit graffiti on the way East.

We arrived in Banff to gridlocked traffic and by the time we had camp set up we had to book it down town and over the bridge.  We arrived at the grounds about half way through Matthew Barber’s set and he was really great.  I knitted tidy little rows of Neapolitan stripes.

Then life lost all relevance as Hawksley Workman stepped on stage. He and Lonely rocked a killer set and all of a sudden my tidy rows of knitting turned spastic, spatial and special.  I think I died a little during Smoke Baby (those familiar with Elizabethan slang will know what I mean by that). INTENSE!!! Here’s the best part. Afterward, I got to have a few words with the man through a chain-link fence (on which I subsequently placed the only piece of knit graffiti I accomplished over the weekend during the Spirit of the West set – more on that later) and I was standing thisclose thisfuckingclose to him.  

This is how it happened: We all three of us were walking past and saw him behind the stage so I went over to the fence and shouted “Hawksley!” Then he looks over and sees me so I say “I love you!” to which he smiles, laughs a bit, then starts walking over! In my head, I’m kinda like, fuck, I didn’t plan past I love you…  He asked me what I thought of the set, actually asked if I thought it was okay, which I did (I think I might have maybe used the word orgasmic). Anyway, he was very cool to come say hi and was totally open to a quick chat and I really hope I didn’t seem too mental about the whole situation, but I’m reasonably certain I did. He’s got mad sex appeal.  Oh dear!

Blah blah blah.  Anyway, after this, I was a bit too dazed and out of it to concentrate on putting up tags, but I did one little one and gave up.  During Spirit of the West, which was rad, I snuck over and put it on the fence. And got a big fat parking ticket.

The rest of the trip was spent beating prohibition… we were rum runners. Bootleggers.  Regular Habana Joes.  We were pretty burnt out for the drive back.  Meemats and B alternated between sleep and waking and I kept the music on so I could sing myself awake.  It was a crazy 36 hours.

SOAPBOX:
Oh yea, and guess what.  I totally got judged by non-knitters!  This is great (note implicit sarcasm).
So, just as we sat down on the lawn at the front of the stage, we moved in just behind/beside this group of trendies.  One of them turned around to see who sat down as I was pulling out my knitting.  She raises her eyebrows and leans over to her friend, whispers in her ear, they both look back at me and the friend  mouths the words, “Oh. My. God.”  And then they laugh at me.  I’m SOOOOO unbearably un-cool!  Please tell me how to be!

This is the best part: the chick that realised that somebody would do something as loser-ish as make art in public was wearing, wait for it, boots made of knitted fabric.  Yes.  It’s cool to wear fashion made in the sweatshops of Bangladesh, but not cool to make it yourself (fuck-heads).  God forbid we give up consumerism!  People, curb your creative urges!  Don’t express yourself artistically!  Clearly, this is a threat for some people. What kind of world would we live in if we all made it ourselves, or got someone we knew to make it for us?  Probably a better one.  I pick that one, thank you very much.

Lastly, my focus for the next few weeks is to get my Persephone shell completed and then make some progress on my Stompin Tom Connors portrait.  Because I haven’t touched either in weeks.

knitified* out.





Nice night for knitting.

16 05 2010

Hey friend,
I have a really nice night planned for me and the Man. I’m going to crack a bottle of malbec and make somes nice foods. Then we’re gonna watch a movie and I’m gonna knit. My goal us to finish the shawl i’ve been working on (for a month) and get into Stompin Tom. I mean really get it going. I wanna be able to take some pics before Knit Knit BOOOM! on Tuesday.
Also, my next yarn bomb is almost done. Out soon.
Ciao peeps. Knitified out.





Knitified Shennanigans

6 05 2010

Hey, friend.

Here’s downtown Vernon last night.  Fun stuff.

Also, here’s my next project:

Should be fun.  I cast on for it last night at Stitch & Bitch when I got sick of weaving in ends.  Fun stuff.

I still need ideas for who’s next in my series, so let me know who you think I should do.





Trailer Park Boys. Fuck yeA, I did!

4 05 2010

It is with great happiness that I present Julian, Bubbles and Ricky in knitting.

I just have to weave in all the ends.  Guess what I’ll be doing at Stitch & Bitch tomorrow… It should only take forever.

I’m still looking for suggestions of who could be in this series of knitted Canadian pop cultural icons. Send me who you think should be included and why.  Like I said in my last post, I want a goodly number of relevant Canadians to render into intarsia for posterity.  Sort of.





The Great Canadian Pop Cultural Intarsia Series

1 05 2010

I’m looking for suggestions for who should be included in my series of Canadian Pop Cultural Icons. As I wrap up my Trailer Park Boys, I’ll be starting on Stompin’ Tom later in the week (if all goes as planned) and I’d like to have a queue ready so that when i finish one, I can move to the next. I’d like to have 6 or 8 and make an exhibition out of them.
So, who do you think should be included and WHY? I’d love your suggestions and I’d really love to know your reasoning. I’m looking for Canadians that are recognisable, relevant and… enduring, perhaps?
Ciao for now, peeps!





Resolutions…

28 04 2010

I’m typing this in the dark and it’s pouring rain. I’m in my loft with only inches between me and the tin roof keeping out the deluge. I love that sound. It so loud. I love the way it comes in waves.
People are asking if I’m done my trailer park boys knitting. And why shouldn’t they, really? I only started it forever ago. Here’s the deal. I WILL finish it within the next 10 days, or I promise to… Well I’m not sure what I promise to do. It’s late and the white noise coming from the rain on the tin is making me really sleepy.
I’ll finish it though.
In the next 10 days.
And, after that, then guess what. Then I’m starting on a Stompin Tom panel. Yes I am. This one will be a bit smaller, but just as detailed. I’ll post pics as soon as they’re available.
Last thing before I check out for the night – and this is really fucking cool: http://www.yarnbombing.com/simply-unpredictable. You must check this out! I just found this today, but I totally had one of those “hey, there’s me!” moments. It was posted before I moved over to wordpress, but I’m okay with that. Here’s an official
THANKS! YOU ROCK!
to Leanne Prain and Mandy Moore.
Goodnight, y’all.





Trailer Park Boys – Slowly but Surely!

1 03 2010

So when I started this project, I had WAY more time and I could do 2 inches in one go, but this weekend I had time for 2 rows and that’s it.  So the progress is slow, but it’s coming along.  I think it’s starting to look REALLY FUCKING COOL! I’m super happy with it so I wanna show it off a bit.
Don’t worry though – I’m also working on a tree cozy for some little sapling that needs some love. Maybe up for tomorrow night after stitch n bitch.








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