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.





An Escapade with Hawksley Workman’s Tour Bus or; When a yarn bomb fails, and you have to ask permission, is it still a yarn bomb?

8 03 2010
So last night, I went to go see Hawksley Workman with my lady B (who is rad). Intro by Lonely was seriously fucking radical. We had lots of fun screaming like little girls when the Man himself came on stage. Dude with the violin was great and I would totally go see him perform solo. Overall show was excellent and we loved every minute.
After the show, our plan was to yarn bomb the tour bus, so we brought some little magnetic knitted magnet things and we were going to casually walk past the bus and stick them to the door and take off and no one would be none the wiser that we had done it.  It didn’t actually happen that way.  Turns out that buses these days are made of fibreglass and shit, like most other vehicles, so this how it actually went down (with some embellishment):
Me: Fuck, they don’t stick to this shit.
B: Crap.  What do we do?
Me: Those roadies are watching us, let’s go figure this out.
B: Okay, what if we’re just honest and tell them.
Me: That might just work.
(we walk over to the roadies)
Me: You’re roadies, right?
Roadie 1 (with dreads): Uh, yea?
Me: Okay, here’s the deal. We have these little knitted magnets. We were going to stick them to the bus and go.
Roadie 1: We thought you were trying to break into the bus
Roadie 2 (clean cut): And it’s not magnetic?
Me: No, it’s made of vinyl or something. Can we just give these magnets to you since they won’t stick to the bus?
B: We’re doing knitted graffitti and we wanted to tag the tour bus.
(both roadies laugh at this)
Roadie 2: Knitted graffiti?!? That’s rad!
Me: Yea, it was supposed to be sneaky, but since this shit isn’t working, we gotta ask your permission.
Roadie 2: There must be someplace on this bus to stick them
Me: I think it’s crap. There’s no metal anywhere.
Roadie2: What about the bolts [on the equipment trailer]
Me and B; Right on!
So here’s pictures from that. Cool! Thanks roadies, you guys are the shit, my bruthas! I gotta say that the Hawk has some solid roadies to flow with that. I think we probably looked like some crazy groupies at first, but we just wanted to yarnbomb the bus.
So then, we mosied on over to the parkade and stuck this one:
After that, we got up to some other shenanigans with a tree at the Kelowna Law Courts:
 …and a light standard (that WAS magnetic!!!)

Nothing was open after this, and we were HUNGRY, so we ended up at Boston Pizza and watched the dog show on TSN, which was both weird and wonderful. And that’s how we ended the night.





Plan to Knitify Kelowna

7 03 2010

Tomorrow night I’m going to kelowna to go see Hawksley Workman (oh dear!) with my girl B.  This little piece will shortly thereafter appear wrapped around some object.  And I think I’ll have a couple smaller pieces too, but I’ll make them tomorrow morning. I thought it might be fun to make small pieces backed with magnets, so that I could pitch them at tall metal objects (i.e.: light standards) way higher than I could reach and you’d need a ladder to get them down. Or a fireman.
Anyway, I can picture B and me pitching knitted magnets at telephone poles and the like. Should be fun. I’ll have to get some crazy glue first thing in the morning so they can be made, glued, and then dry in time for the fun.  I’ll take pictures.





Knitified does Kamloops

26 10 2009

So, spent some time in ‘Loops this weekend, visiting a friend, and knitified the city at the same time.   We made two small knitifications, including the tree sweater from YarnBombing and some little red flowers on a tree with all too few leaves.  Photos coming soon. 

Oh, and the black nut warmers are still in place.








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