Knit or Die, bitches.

6 04 2011

Hello loves,

Sunday night was amazing.  Stucer and I drove out to Kelowna and had such a great night.  Yummy dinner and then the concert…  I’m short on words to describe it.

We were a bit late, arriving part way through Kingdom Cloud’s set.  I’d never heard of them but am SO GLAD that I caught what I did of their set.  I gotta say that the drummer was the best part – that girl was smiling the whole time as she worked her percussive magic.  Fun to watch and fun to listen to.

Aidan Knight was next up with the Friendly Friends (Julia, Olivier, Dave and Colin) and they fully blew my mind.  This group of people is so talented it makes my sick.  I’m already a huge fan of Aidan and his music (and so is Swimmy, evidently, as he swims around in my belly enthusiastically anytime I put Aidan’s music on) and I’ve seen him play three times, and each time it only gets better.  I love his music for all the complexities and intricacies, the instrumental nuances.  And the TRUMPET!!!  I get goosebumps when I hear Altar Boys.  But I have to say that my Very Favourite Part of their set this time round was Aidan’s friendly shout out from the stage before Knitting Something Nice For You, “this song is dedicated to my friend in Vernon and everyone else who loves to knit or bake or any craft that’s considered socially marginal.”  Rad.

Said the Whale was next and I loved every minute.  Their set seemed really short, but maybe that’s just because I was having a great time.  Awesome stage energy, great live show.

We Are The City closed the night and were also really awesome.  High energy and lots of fun.

Stucer and I rounded out the evening with a little yarnbomb I created just for the night.  I thought it was quite apropos.





From the yarnbomb hinterlands

1 04 2011

Hello loves,

I know it’s been a little while.  Okay, a long while.  I’ve been pretty busy these days… But to reward you for your patience, I have lot’s of news to tell you about.

First, I was super happy to catch the call to fibre artists from microRevolt to create armbands to commemorate the 146 victims of a textile factory fire in NYC in 1911.  On March 22, they held a march in Boston where volunteers wore the armbands.  It looks like it went off really well.  You can read the post here. And I think – I think you can see my 167 armband in one of the pictures of the march.  Check out the man in the blue jacket.  Looks like my 167 anyway.

Segundo… This Sunday I’ll be in Kelowna at the Community Theatre with my girl Stucer to see Aidan Knight, Said the Whale and We Are the City and I’m so FREAKING excited about it.  So I’ve got a little yarnbomb up my sleeve for that…  Not saying much on it yet though.  Stay tuned, kids.  Pics will be up early next week.

In other, totally unrelated news, I may have to start a new blog.  Don’t worry – not to replace this one… just to have a place for a different topic.  Knitting for babies.  Yes, that’s right.  If the grapevine is particularly thick where you are and the news hasn’t come through yet, I have a bun in the oven.  Well, I guess that’s not totally unrelated news – actually, Swimmy’s the reason I haven’t been doing much yarnbombing these days.  I’ve been knitting baby stuff instead.  So, yea, there might be a new blog on that.  I’ll keep you posted (in my fashion).

So, short post today, but more coming soon.

knitified* out.

ps- one more thing…  Polson Park is getting torn up around a few of my old  yarnbombs, so once the construction is all done, I’ll have to replace them.  So far they’ve taken out a tree and a banister with my work on them…





best before (passed) & a yarnbomb for the weekend

12 11 2010

UPDATED WITH PICTURES!!!

Hello loves,

First, let me apologise for this long overdue post.  I’ve been working on all sorts of things, including a pair of socks that just won’t finish, Stompin’ Tom and a knitted city.  I think all will be great when they’re finished, but it hasn’t left me much time to post shenanigans from 2 weeks ago.

It is at this point of my writing that I notice that my camera has EATEN the photos I took of what follows.  Yes.  They are gone.  So I’ll describe as best I

can and see if I can draw some illustrations or something.

 

Meemats and I got up to some random guerrilla art in the Nature’s Fare

parking lot.  She made these great handbills for underneath the windshield wiper blades of parked cars.  A public service announcement, really.  She’s wonderful. It was a vintage looking mustachio awareness campaign. “Don’t let them happen to you – or the ones you love” great shit, really.

After that we headed off to do some stitchery and bitchery and then, you may have noticed, if you’ve driven PV Rd over the past 2 week,s that the penis tree has once again been adorned by a cozy.  But this time, it’s decidedly more G-rated. It’s a simple blue snugglie that says “STOP” on it in bright red.  Not too certain why, but it’s cute.  I’ll get some pics tomorrow when I got into town.

This weekend I’ll be “on vacation” in Kamloops (Camel Poops) to visit my B and I have a little yarnbomb planned for that… so I’ll post it as soon as I can.

In the meantime, this was so oddly tangential that I had to share.  Wordpress gives me the Top Searches on the stats page for my blog, and I don’t know what this is supposed to mean, but they are all somewhat related and yet not at all to what I post about here. I found it funny.  This is what it said today:

Top Searches

knitting for shits and giggles, (knit shit)

famous knitted art embarcadero, (yarnbomb in SF)

evacuate a building, (Auckland… ‘nuf said)

christchurch parking ticket, (Chch yarnbomb)

aidan knight (because he rocks and sings about knitting and everyone should become familiar with his music and go to shows and buy lots o records from this friendly chap.)

With that, I bid you all a good night and I promise pictures soon.

And now, for your patience, a bonus picture of something really great we found in the PV area.

knitified out.





Retrospective Yarnbombs of En Zed.

18 10 2010

Hello loves,

Best intentions, right? Of course I’ve been home for 10 days and just now am I posting the yarnbombs I did in NZ.  Oh well.  We had a great time and though I didn’t get to post while I was away, I’ll be doing lots of posting this fall and before it gets too freeeeeking cold this winter.

I only did two wee yarnbombs after Auckland (that I could find pictures of – I thought there were more, but I can’t find evidence in my camera…) So here is one of my little magnetic flowers in Welly and a woogy warm fishnet by the Avon in Christchurch.  And a bonus couple of pix from Dunedin & Chch – not exactly yarnbombs, but I really loved Dunedin and wanted to share how steep it is and I really loved Chch and wanted to share the Coolest-Lady-Who-Makes-Amazing-Work-in-Felt-at-the-Chch-Art-Centre-Market-

Whose-Name-I-Failed-to-Ask.  She was rad and posed with the Meemats Monsters that I carried through NZ with me.  And we talked about Amelie and our shared love of that beautiful French movie.

So, maybe another post later this week…  I’m working on some little projects to

ease the autumn chill here in Vernon.

Knitified* out.





On My Way Home…

6 10 2010

Hello loves,

I know it’s been a while. Not only have i been a busy bee travelling around NZ’s gravel roads in snowstorms and fording creeks in our little rental car, internet has been expensive and sporadically available.  So this is a quick post to let you all know I’m still alive and on my way home.  (I write this from the business class lounge in the Auckland airport as I wait for my flight to Honolulu.)

Anyway, I’ll be home in a couple of days and will post about the yarnbombing I did after Auckland (hint: Welly, ChCh). I now make promises of pictures and stories of how small the world really is.  Also: I am really excited about stitch and bitch on Tuesday…  It’s been far far far too long.

Missing you from the deepest parts of my deep, deep heart,

knitified*





Yarnbombs, Fire Alarms and Randoms from the 19th Floor

13 09 2010

Hello loves,

Auckland was beautiful.  It’s a gorgeous city with lots of park spaces and funky little avenues and tall buildings and old trees and statues.  We left the city a few days ago and have made our way to Welly over the last few days via Coromandel and Rotorua.

We spent quite a bit of time in Albert Park on the way to and from our hotel and town, so I wanted to leave a little something there.  Two little yarnbombs – a sexy pink fishnet and a sassy pink flower.

I’ve only been in NZ for a week (I think…) but I’ve already learned a thing or two, cheif among those things is that fire alarms sound different here from at home.

This was a lesson of Auckland at 3:30 am when big brother came speaking at us through the ceilings and walls “The fire alarm has been activated in another part of the building.  Please stand by for directions.  The fire alarm has been activated in another part of the building.  You may evacuate if you wish.”  He repeated this for about 3 minute and then, “The fire alarm has been activated.  Please evacuate the building.”

So there we were, marching down 19 flights of stairs (me with my crocheted monkey and our passports) and out into the rainy night with all the other hotel guests and renters.  And there were 7 fire trucks.  And this is where I noticed that I had forgotten my knitting… slight panic hit me, I won’t lie.  And when they had it all cleared, we had to march our sleepy asses back up to the 19th.  That was fun, because by the time we got back up there, although we wereexhausted, our hearts were beating and our (my) adrenaline was racing and I couldn’t fall asleep.  So instead I listened to Auckland on a Saturday night.  Lots of laughing and crying and even a random haka.

More posts coming soon…

knitified* out.





One Tiny Yarnbomb in San Francisco

9 09 2010

Hello loves,

On our way to NZ, we got to spend the day in SF and had a great time.  We took the BART from sfo to Embarcadero and walked around from the Ferry Building to Fishermans Wharf.  We had lunch at The Plant and enjoyed some really tasty treats at the fancy little bakery in the Ferry building.

I really wanted to see that big red bridge and one of those gigantic hills that the city is so famous for, but no luck.  But, I did get to see Alcatraz which was neat and WAY closer to the mainland than i would have thought.  It was Labour Day Monday, so the area was packed with tourists – I had only one of my little magnetic knitted flowers on me so placed that with a view of Alcatraz in the back.

The visit in sf was fun but fast with only 6 hours or so to bum arNow we’re in Auckland and I think tomorrow I’ll get to do a bit of knitifying…  we’ll see how it goes.

knitified* out.





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.





From knitified* with love…

2 07 2010

Hello loves,

This is a late update, I know.  I got back from Castlegar fully 5 days ago.  So all apologies for my tardiness.  Please accept this entry with all of its pictures.  Before I get into last weekend, let me drop in a pic from the Vernon Morning Star.  Hey look!  There’s me!!!  Clearly, the arts editor in Vernon knows what’s cool.

On to last weekend… I drove down from Vermin on 6 through Coldsore, Lumpy, Cherrypit to New Denver then headed south through the Slocan Valley.  Know what I love most about Hwy 6? The highway sixyness of it. Gorgeous drive.  Phenomenally beautiful. Curves that don’t quit. 

Castlegar was lovely, though I didn’t spend much time there.  And I didn’t actually even get to yarnbomb in city limits.  I really only got to spend about an hour in the park by the river with takeout from the local Indian restaurant (can’t recall the name) which was okay (6/10) and had overwhelmingly huge portions.  Anyway, pretty park.  There was a wedding on the other side of the river and I could hear everything that was going on and that was fun.  But this was all in the early evening, so everything was closed and so there wasn’t much bumming around to be done.   The closest I got was the rest area that overlooks Ootischenia and Castlegar on the Crowsnest Hwy 3.  I think it turned out well.  I like how the cable knit looks when it’s stretched over the metal pole.  There were some Dutch tourists in an RV who were watching me put this one up and though I couldn’t understand much of what was being said between them, I did catch a bit and I think they were confused by the whole process.

In Nelson, which is ever so lovely this time of year and crawling with people, of all the knits I had at my disposal, only one of them fit anything.  As a result, Nelson just got this little purple one.  It’s not down town, but in the park near the big orange bridge.  It always surprises me how big and orange that bridge really is.  The park was really busy and the day was warm and I bummed around town for about 4 hours before I went for a scenic drive through Ymir, Salmo and back to Castlegar. 

On Sunday I drove back home on 31 to Kaslo which stole my heart and my breath as it does everytime I visit.  Even on a Sunday with everything closed, Kaslo was super busy and I was starving so I didn’t stay long.  I didn’t get to knitify anything, but next time for sure.  When I left town on 31A, I had half a mind to head north to Shutty Bench (just for shits and giggles) but I didn’t.  Instead, I drove up the hill out of town and about half way to Retallack (which is about half way between New Denver and Kaslo – it’s where those old school house looking buildings are) I found a pullout with a metal post beggin’ to be cozied.  So I did.  Passing traffic was minimal, but those that did pass gave me all sorts of weird looks as they rubbernecked their ways past me.  Squares. 

My last stop was in New Denver which is a super cute place and I had lunch at the only place in town that was open, the Panini (which has good food by I hate going there because it’s one of those places that has a huge list of rules that don’t come off as cutesy but a bit dictator-like and which I find stupid and also because everytime i go in there, the woman that runs the place is being a horrible boss to the young people she has working for her).  So I took my food to go and went to sit on the beach.  There I found a walking stick.  So I knitified it and planted it in the water.  That’s Slocan lake and the Valhalla park mountains in the distance. 

From New Denver I booked it home and had a rather traumatising experience involving my car and a robin.  I stopped, cried a bit and then the rain started and, in the deluge that followed, washed everything away.  Which is good because it was very messy and without getting into detail there is no way I would’ve had enough washer fluid.  I’ve never killed an animal in my car before and I now know it’s a very violent and graphic way for a little birdy to die.  I’m sorry little robin. 

Lastly, tomorrow morning I’m heading out to Banff to go see Hawksley Workman with my ladies B and Meemats.  I promise I’ll behave.  He’s just the hottest man on the planet.  Oh dear god.

knitified* out.





Knitified Does BC Ferries, Victoria

8 04 2010

Here’s a rundown of Easter weekend, knitified style.

Got into Vancouver on Wednesday night and after the long drive, we checked into the hotel and walked up Main for dinner at the Reef. After a pitcher and in the cold walk home, my fingers were in no shape to weild a needle and yarn and I was feeling a bit forgetful. So, yes, I’m saying that Van got away this time. I did, however, find this jem marked on the wall, near 14th street (methinks). So cool!

So, the next morning after a fun jaunt up and back down Main for some shopping (and $100 of yarn later…) I got the Spirit of BC. But before I tell you about that, I have to show this really great stencil near 20th, if memory serves… Anyway, I thought it was just too cool.

 Yes, we had to take BC Ferries to Victoria, of course and this made the journey that much more interesting. It’s a really small one that I made as soon as I found something that could be quickly and discreetly knitted. Of course as soon as I was ready to go, the Capt’n came over the speakers to say “pod of whales, folks!” and I had to wait for the boat to pass them and for everyone to walk to the stern. It was fun to watch people walk past without noticing, people walk past and give strange looks, kids point it out, people stop to check it out…

So that was the trip to the island. The next morning, we went for breakfast at Floyds, which I love (it’s almost as cool and Slickity Jim’s was… almost) and whilst experiencing a rather lovely veggi benny, I knitified the chair in the corner where we sat. The place was packed and I had to be quick, but here it is. You can’t really tell in this pic, but that’s a little bow. It looked much cuter in 3D. In 2D it comes out looking messy.

Later that day, we went for a walk down Gorge Park, which was really nice, and we didn’t even get rained on. All that day we had torrential rain and really shitty wind storms. And in the midst of it all, I knitified the Gorge.

Gorge-eous, if you ask me…

The last part of the trip was spent with family, so I didn’t get to do much more, but on the way home, I got the Queen of New Westminster. 2 of BC Ferries finest in one weekend.  Ha ha ha.

So, that’s the weekend concluded.








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