So, I realize this is a knitting blog and not an mp3 blog, but you have to give Boulevard of Broken Songs a listen. It’s a Party Ben mashup of Green Day, Oasis, Travis and Aerosmith/Eminem and it is genius. Pure genius. | Download the mp3 from Sixxmixx.com.
That said, here’s a project update. Added another foot or two to the mohair stole in progress. Still haven’t revisited Banff. Whipped up a couple of dishcloths over the weekend since the[...]
Archive for January, 2005
It’s 12 degrees outside with a wind chill below zero and I want to make a tank top. I’m tired of scarves and hats and shawls and gloves and all matter of woolen lovelies. So off to the Interweb I go, in search of the perfect/easy/free tank pattern. I found this nice list of choices, but my travels ultimately brought me to Norway, to the endless patterns of Garnstudio. Now these patterns are beautiful, but not many are in English.[...]
Kate broke her toe practicing ballet leaps in the living room yesterday. The best part of the whole experience (for her, at least) was when the doctor told her she was getting the ’shoe’. “All right!” she exclaimed as she hit me with a hi-five. Kids. At least she can show off her collection of cool socks.
Thanks, Trish, for the Knitting Pattern-a-Day calendar…looks like some good stuff inside. Now I just have to clean off my desk to find[...]
This is my own version of the list I’ve been seeing on my favorite knitting blogs, with some additional stuff I’m interested in.
Favorite needles:
Brittany Birch Double-points.
Favorite online shop:
Elann
Favorite yarn:
Noro Kureyon
Favorite finished object and KAL:
My Booga Bag in Noro Kureyon #126 and I’m too non-committal to join a KAL.
Favorite band I found this year that no one heard of:
Lodger | Flash videos for “Doorsteps” and “I Love Death”
Favorite book I read:
The Loop by Joseph Coomer
Favorite Christmas present:
a 4G 40GB iPod
Favorite[...]
That’s right, you heard me. I stayed up until 3 AM this morning trying to finish it, then I screwed up and tried to fix it, but ended up making things worse…so I killed it. In a fit of anger and in cold blood, I ripped it’s little stitches out with a vengeance. The Steeler toboggan is no more. I know you didn’t think I had it in me, but, hey, at least it wasn’t the dog…or my daughter…or my[...]
