Here’s an overdue update… I dedicate it to Monica because without her, there would be no knitted tree penis.
I know it’s been a while. But, to make up for the delay, I’ve got a few things to make this update worth the wait.
First, here’s me! http://www.castanet.net/events/details/14508. Cool, hey?
In guerrilla knitting news, here’s a picture of one little knitification that I did last night. It’s just a little post cozy, but it’s red and so it deserves attention. I don’t know what else to say on that but that it’s red.
So here’s something fun. Last night at stitch n bitch, we, us ladies, were all happily stitching away on our various projects, enjoying our fancywork and bitching about all manner of interesting topics (did you know there’s a place in Kentucky called Penile? Yes there is.) So as we were sitting there on the bench, on the group W bench, a lady came over and said to us “Hey guys, I really love the guerrilla knitting! Keep it up! I’m with the Community Policing Unit and we all just love it! And so do the bylaw officers! We just all get a hoot out of it… The only one we really *had* to take down was the penis one, and mostly just because we got some complaints, but I think it was because the grandpa who complained was jealous…” We were laughing and I felt justified, and I’m pretty sure she was right about the grandpa being jealous because that tree is pretty well hung. Ironically, when they took the pink penis cozy down, they left the tree’s woody, so it’s still pretty explicit – it just doesn’t have woollen balls anymore. Beyond that, it has green lichen growing out of the tip, so that’s just vile. Okaaaaay.
Big news: knitified* is going to New Zealand! I don’t know much about NZ, but I’m researching. So far, I know that New Zealand has sheep and sheep have wool and wool means yarn and yarn means KNITTING! So I’m looking forward to a knitting holiday. I want to tour sheep farms and stuff. Maybe they have sheep shearing for tourists.
Also, since I’ll be away from my own knit knit BOOOM! stitch n bitch for 5 whole weeks (how will I live without it?) (Oh, I know, I’ll be in New Zealand), I’m going to have to crash some stitchery sessions on the other side of the planet and see if I can’t find some ladies with which to create knit graffiti.