Knitted wings. And rings.

Long time, no post. My apologies.


Well, my Baz Luhrman-themed 26th birthday party was a success. For many reasons. We had 25 dear friends in attendance, some of whom even managed to dress up. ;) We had several Moulin rouge dancers, in top hat fascinators and fabulous corsets, Mims with her awesome 1930s hair, our mate CJ's tribute to Australia, complete with cork hat and toy sheep, Ellen dressed in velvet as the Red Curtain, and my Matt as Ewen McGregor's Christian, looking super cute in suspenders and the fedora I bought at the Leeds Festival.


We had some some brilliant food, including my famous Nachos with vegetarian bean dip, and a truly scrumptious choccie cake, made by Ellen. We had Medori and orange juice, tonnes of great conversation, highly superior music through the speakers and, thanks to a bit of clever furniture shuffling, we actually managed to fit pretty much everyone in our lounge room! Everyone chatted, everyone hugged, everyone seemed to get on brilliantly. Awesomesauce.


The best bits, however, were craft-related. But of course. First of all, there were my wings.

Epic, yes? Definitely the most effort I think I've ever put into a costume- not only making the wings (which I got finished three hours before the party, I'll have you know!), but running all over the city trying to find a white skirt and top which A) fit, B) were just a little itty bit flattering on and C) didn't empty my bank account in one hit. Harder than it sounds. The Panda yarn for the wings (which a fellow crafter refers to as "the filthy condom of yarn") may have only cost $6...but by the time I'd got the top and skirt (on which I spent far more than I was intending, but hey), and shelled out for a new white bra (which I swear got just as many compliments as the wings!) and some magic knickers, my poor bank account was squirming ever so slightly. *sigh* That lovely Malabrigo I was planning on shouting myself is having to wait.


Anyway, the wings looked awesome, and generated many oohs and aaahs. I ended up using a piece of dowel wood to hold them in place, as the floral wire I'd got from Spotlight was beyond useless, and used gold elastic for the straps. I also made them extra long, so they could be easily seen over my shoulders...which was great, except I couldn't fit through our lounge door. And had to walk down our hallway sideways. And almost jabbed several of my guests' eyes out, especially when hugging and navigating my way through the lounge room, trying to find my camera and various drinks. Ah well. I looked good, my wings stayed in place, and nobody lost an eye in the end. Win.


The second awesome craft-related thing from that night was this:

Yes, it's my very own knitted engagement ring. :D The highlight of the evening came when Matt, aka Darling Boyfriend, asked me to marry him- in front of all of our guests. 


Basically, he came into the lounge and announced he was going to give me my birthday present...and plonked a massive cardboard box down at my feet. Inside said box was a cute little knitted box*, complete with purple knitted lining...which was empty. This had me faffing about for at least a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what the blue heck what was going on...before he said, quite cheekily, "Looking for this?", while holding up the ring. Which he put on my finger after giving a lovely speech, and going down on one knee.  I said yes, and everyone went mental. Again, awesomesauce.


And, y'know what makes it better? Darling Boyfriend, now Darling Fiance, knitted the ring all by himself. Almost. Remember how I taught him to knit? Well, someone, aka Ellen, got there first. It would seem that at the back of the Wellington Public Library, far from my prying eyes, she taught him the basics, supervised the knitting of the ring and helped him sew on the stone- which he chose himself from Tiger Eye Beads. And, well, it is, as my Mum proclaimed after I'd flashed it under her nose, simply magnificent. Totally adorable; totally apt. I have a fiance who learned to knit to make me an engagement ring...so, really? How can a girl not say yes? ;)

        Yes, I'm aware I look fat in this photo. I plan to do Weight Watchers before the wedding. 

                                          Post-proposal face nomming!


So yeah. I had awesome knitted wings, and an amazing knitted ring- not a bad birthday, as birthdays go. As the yarn is already getting kinda scungy, we'll soon be replacing the knitted ring with this one, once DF pays it off. However, I will definitely be keeping my first engagement ring, no matter how yucky and matted it gets...and will be passing it on to the kids, with any luck!


Aw, and the wedding crafting can now commence! Once we set a date, that is...

Crafting + friends + successful scones + animal pikelets + boys knitting + Youtube vids = Happy Ezza

I am fairly impressed with how my social calendar is looking at present. Last weekend consisted of going to my mate Steph's African hand-drumming gig (brilliant fun!), a Crafternoon and a visit to my Dad's farm. Next weekend, we have a party at my best friend's flat, to celebrate her new job and, the weekend after that, we have my Baz Luhrman birthday bash, for which I am knitting wings as part of my costume. Not bad, for a self-confessed Nana In Training!

On the crafty side of things, I hosted the aforementioned Crafternoon at our place on Saturday, which was, on the whole, quite lovely.  The tradition of the Crafternoon is something my crack team of knitty girlfriends, as I have dubbed them, and I have had going for some time. It started one afternoon late last year, when my fabbo friend Ellen invited a bunch of us over to her place for crafts and a few cuppas. We had a brilliant time, and decided it must be done again, and soon. I hosted the next one at mine (complete with a Facebook invite featuring a picture of Spider Man knitting himself!), and they've sort of kept going from there. 

The one at my place last weekend was the first we've had in a while, what with life obnoxiously getting in the way, as it tends to do. I thought it was high time we revived the tradition- so I squished 9 people into my lounge (including two fellers!), plied them all with sugar and cheese, and left them to it! Success!

Here, have some photos.

There was, of course a fantastic spread. However, my favourite edible items were, by far, the duck and rabbit shaped pikelets, lovingly crafted by Fran. Super cute; super tasty. Beside them are some gluten-free chocolate brownies contributed by her fiance, which were dee-vine. Real blokes bake, it would seem.

Miriam, beavering away on her first pair of hand-knit socks- a feat I have yet to accomplish in my three years of obsessive knitting. Love her ring!

Carrie and Tasha, two relatively new, but nonetheless awesome and dedicated knitters. Tasha is working on these cutie-patootees, which she plans to donate to the Wellington Hospital Neo-natal Unit:

A hat Steph is working on: a super cute faux-cabled number for a friend's birthday.

Fran, our sole Happy Hooker for the day, valiantly continuing with The Never Ending Scarf, that dreaded indominable project to which we've all fallen prey at some point. It is, however, mucho pretty, for she is a legend.

DB, getting amongst it, and continuing with his practice piece. So proud! *tear*

The obligatory group shot. The ginger-haired lad in the corner is Mikey, Miriam's Boy Thing, who she is also teaching to knit. For real blokes knit, of course. We had an amusing conversation the night before about what he could use to knit with, apart from wool. We decided, in the end, that Twizzlers, string cheese and sausages were perfectly feasible options. ;) In the end...he decided on wool. ;P

All in all, everyone seemed to have a grand old time- especially when we started cranking out the Youtube videos, and having rather intense discussions on the caffeine content in Mountain Dew (some countries do add caffeine to Mountain Dew, others don't. Can't remember the specifics. Either way, it's gross), Wellington bus prices, favourite home-made pizza toppings and the inherent sexiness of men holding babies. And kittens. And how much better-looking men in uniform are when pictured holding kittens. I don't generally do the men in uniform thing, BTW. Sacrilege, I know.

So yeah. Happy times. I was particularly chuffed that the cheese and chilli scones I baked for the gang worked out, and were polished off within the first hour. I used this recipe (very easy, I assure you) and added a block of chopped-up feta, a liberal amount of cumin powder, some chilli flakes and about three tablespoons of sweet chilli sauce. Mix it all together, bung it in the oven for 20 minutes, allow to cool, serve up, slather with butter. Bliss. More than makes up for my attempt at making Russian fudge, which was many shades of fail. Luckily, I live with two strapping young lads who are not so fussy, and are more than happy to volunteer their services as human garbage disposal units. *sigh* Better luck next time, eh?

Anyhoo. Following on from our successful little gathering, Ellen and I are now planning a Christmas Crafting Clutch- where we host a weekend long crafting session, during which we all, while loaded up with chocolate and energy drinks, support each other in our dash to finish all our Christmas crafting by 25 December. Seeing as my Christmas knitting queue seems to be creeping threateningly upwards, I fully endorse this idea- especially where there are copious amounts of sugar, chesse and Ellen's pancakes present. Might even try Russian fudge again, if I'm brave enough...

Oh, in other news...how truly awesome is the latest edition of Knitty? I am currently in the process of swatching for the Brambles Beret, for I am head-over-heels in mad hot monkey love with it. Not that I don't have my wings, two long-overdue presents and a sweater vest to finish, or the aforementioned Christmas knitting to start, or anything. ;P I also plan on making myself a Carnaby once the silly season is all done and dusted. Tres cute, no? ;)

Knitting gives you WIIIINGS! And other stories.

So, I've had tonsilitis for the past week, and it has sucked much balls. Or tonsils, more to the point. Blergh. As I said on my Facebook status, I was feeling, at one point, like I'd been run over by a bus, a steam roller and a hoard of screaming Lady Gaga fans all at once. Thankfully, I seem to be improving. I am craving kebabs something rotten, so I take that to be a good sign.

Anyway. Being sick and cooped up inside for six days in a row (apart from going to see the doctor to get drugs, and nipping out to the cafe around the corner for iced coffee- which I swear has magical, medicinal properties) does have its benefits, in that one actually has time to craft.  In between much consumptive coughing, feverish tossing and turning, gulping down acidophilus yoghurt, watching the The Crucible and getting horrible vivid nightmares about witch hunts and hangings, and scratching myself half to death thanks to the lovely side effects of my antibiotics, I actually managed to get a fair bit of crafting done. For I am a machiiiiine.

First off, as the title of this post may suggest, I am knitting wings. Yup, seriously. Knitty, it would appear, has everything- even a pattern for knitted angel/fairy wings.  (And a pattern for a knitted umbrella, but that's another post). Wish I'd thought of it!

Why wings, you ask? Me, I am a great lover of Baz Luhrman's Red Curtain Trilogy. I have copped much flack from my more "cinematically astute" friends over the years, by my love and devotion for Moulin Rouge! remains firmly intact. I've been planning a Baz Luhrman-themed birthday bash for the past couple of years...however, due to yucky personal circumstances last year, and me just not being effing bothered the year before, it hasn't happened yet.

Early this year, as luck would have it, I discovered the angel wings while surreptitiously browsing on Knitty at work.  Henceforth, I decided it was high time I hosted said Baz Luhrman bash, that my upcoming 26th (ugh) would be just the occasion, and that I'd go as Claire Danes' Juliet and knit my wings.  Like this:

Yes, I am aware that Claire's wings have that "unfurled" look, whereas the ones on Knitty sort of droop downwards. Meh. In spite of that, I've made a decent start on my wings, and they're not looking too shabby. Only problem is, I'm using nasty Panda acrylic, which I swear makes creaking sounds when I knit, and makes me want to douse myself in rehydrating hand cream after every row. I need to get these done by the 16th of October...but I'm not going to get all that far if I keep throwing them down in disgust, and picking up one of my thousands of pure merino projects. Which don't have the quite the urgency, but are SO MUCH NICER on my poor hands. And just...feel nicer full stop.

Oh well. Here's a wing in progress:

Lovely, innit? In other awesome crafting-related news, I taught Matt to knit! He is, unfortunately, back on the dreaded ciggies, after having given up for almost a year, and he asked me to teach him so he'll have something to take his mind off things when he decides to quit again.  Good thinkin'. I got him started on a practice swatch-y thing on Monday night...and he is good. Ever the proud girlfriend, and much to his mild chagrin, I didn't hesitate to crank out the camera and record his "first steps!

                                                         Srs bsns!

                                 Crafty men are good with their hands, yes?! ;)

He's planning to progress to a scarf, so I'll probably get him his own yarn and needles when I next go shopping.  He seems to enjoying it so far, and hopes to knit himself a sweater when he "gets good enough." Which is grand, considering I'm under strict instruction from the Knitting Gods to not even think about knitting him a jumper until I've got the ring. I'm not usually the superstitious type, but that's one knitting taboo I don't want to mess with.  As I've no idea when he will be presenting the ring...he can take care of that one himself for now. ;P

                                   My baby's first garter stitch swatch! So proud...*tear*

Speaking of jumpers, my first sweater vest continues to grow. Am currently working on the back, and have about four, maybe five, inches to go before I need to cast off for the shoulder straps. I did some more work on it while I've been sick, including while waiting at the doctor's office, and while tucked up in bed on Friday, practically tripping-out with the fever.  And, I actually managed about an inch before deciding that a nap was probably a good idea. Mindless, two-by-two ribbed projects are good for sickly knitting, it would seem!

Here's a gratuitous progress shot. Could be the last for a while, as it may well be going into hibernation soon, thanks to Christmas knitting looming ominously on the horizon.

And finally! Being sick does actually provide sufficient time for the ADD knitter to actually get back to those projects which she's started with all the best of intentions...but have gotten cast (haw haw) aside and kind of "lost" in amongst all the hubbub of knitting her first garment, and trying to get about a bazillion presents done at the same time, for she is generous to a fault. Yup, we've all got 'em.

One such project of mine is this pretty wee thing, also from Laura Irwin's Boutique Knits, which I cast on while I was off with a bad cold (yup, my immune system does not exist) back in August. I got the band all finished...and then didn't touch it again for several weeks, leaving its beautiful turquoise 20s-style ruffled-ness languishing on top of the ironing board. This week, I somehow managed, with the tonsilitis still throwing a party in my bloodstream, to pin-block the band, sew the ends together, weave in the stray yarn ends, pick up 100 stitches and get a good start knitting the body over the space of about 48 hours.

Not a bad effort, considering I was doing all that in a wonderful fog of bacteria and snot. Have a photo:

Hmmm. I was thinking the other day how excited I was to have graduated from knitted accessories to garments, and was even comparing it to progressing into long-term, steady relationships after years of quick and dirty flings. However, in my case, the "quick and dirty flings", like the above hat and the Spirogyra I've been working on since June, seem to get dragged out far longer than good ole fashioned short n' steamy tryst should really need to. Like the knitting equivalent of a couple who keep meeting for drunken sex, long after they've both decided it's probably not going to work out, so let's leave it at that.

Then, I realised, oh wait, it's because I'm always knitting more than one thing at once. That is why things never get finished: I'm sleeping around (knitting around?), or so to speak! I just...give some of my partners more attention than others. ;P And...anyone who knows me will figure out this is a really not an apt analogy I'm using...

Anyway, it's back to the office for me tomorrow. Less time for knitting, of course, but I am nonetheless thrilled to be tonsiltis-free and back into the world! As a celebration, I shall be taking a stroll down Cuba Street at lunchtime, and buying yarn. And kebabs.

Here comes the obsessive not-quite bride...

It can be said that I am something of a wedding affecianado.

It started when I was a young grasshopper of about six or seven, pouring over my parents' wedding album, gazing wistfully at my Mum, in her long white princess gown with red flowes along the hem (definitely not my preferred style of wedding garb these days, but hey), permed hair and clunky late-70s glasses; and my Dad with his Beatle haircut, snazzy suit and boyish grin. Magical. Inspired, I asked my Grandma if she'd please make my wedding dress. To which she laughed, and suggested that it may be a wee bit too early to be thinking about that, darling. Hmpf.

With age, even after the demise of my parents' marriage (and the demise of my Dad's second marriage as well, I might add!), it's only gotten worse. I've had a fair clutch of good friends get married over the past few years and, with each wedding, I come home with my head swimming with ideas for my own Future Mythical Wedding, as it's now officially been coined.  Even before I landed me a feller, I knew that I'd be wearing a green gown, inspired by Keira Knightley's dress in *that* scene in Atonement, would walk down the aisle to "All I Want Is You" by U2 (shuddup, haters!) and would have the first dance to none other than "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns n' Roses. I'd even had a pretty fair idea of who my bridesmaids would be, and what I'd be saying in my speech. And now that I do have a boyfriend? I've gone and written out a guest list, and asked my baby brother if he'd give me away. Oh dear....

Anyway. This is a craft blog, so let's talk crafts. A few years back, I was a bridesmaid for a close friend who, being a keen jewelry-maker, made all the bouquets and the men's and families' button holes from beads and wire. Which were gorgeous and very definitely *her*.  I even got to help out with the family buttonholes! Here's me with my bridesmaid's bouquet below:

Despite being sans boyfriend and no closer to my own wedding, I went away with the steely determination to make all my Future Mythical Bouquets and Buttonholes by hand.  Not having started knitting then, I wasn't sure how exactly I'd be making them (paper? Felt? Other fabric? Buttons?), but I would be making my own flowers, and that was that.

I mean, geez, you get people spending literally thousands on fresh flowers- you tell a florist you're getting married, and three extra zeroes get magically added to the price tag. And, honestly? I'm not really a fresh flowers kinda gal. I'm probably not able to count one on hand the number of times DB has bought me flowers in the two-and-a-bit years we've been together. And, beautiful though they are, fresh flowers tend to die. Which makes me sad. Handmade flowers, in most cases,  last a bit longer and you can have them as a keepsake of the day, long after the hangovers have cleared, the credit card bills are all nicely folded away (hah!) and you've long outgrown your dress- which I'm also certain will be true in my case!- and it's gathering dust at the back of the wardrobe.

I got yet another flash of inspiration for hand-crafted flowers came recently, when my beautiful and super-crafty friend Alex knitted all the flowers for her wedding- roses for her and her bridesmaids and tulips for the blokes and family members, all in autumnal colours.  I, along with a couple of other close knitty friends, helped her out with the knitted roses, which ended up being my first ever successful felted project!

As imitation is certainly the most sincere form of flattery, I swiped her idea and added knitted flowers to my expanding mental wedding checklist. I decided that if, by God's good grace, I do end up getting marriage'd, I'd go for a combination of knitted roses and lilies, like these ones on Knitty. As it turns out, lilies are quite significant for DB and I.  He recently bought us a peace lily after we'd had a massive disagreement, as a symbol of peace and calm in our relationship and something we can look after together. And, well, I guess as a reminder to look after and nurture us at the same time.

AND THEN. As if I didn't need any more ideas, I have recently, courtesy of Alex and Ellen, another beautiful and crafty friend, discovered Offbeat Bride. As the name suggests, it is a site devoted to weddings which are more quirky and indivdual, and don't adhere necessarily to what's often expected of your average wedding- ie white dress, long veil, perfectly matched wedding party, church ceremony, horifically expensive fresh flowers (as mentioned before), bouquet toss, cake cutting photos etc.

Not, of course, that there's anything wrong with a traditional wedding. But, this site in particular showcases weddings which definitely veer away from tradition...and, more importantly, are deeply personalised and are full of little touches which encapsulate the couple in question. Alex and her hubby Scott, for example, talk about their totally awesome and totally *them* wedding (including their knitted flowers) here.

One awesome feature of Offbeat Bride is its articles devoted to Do-It-Yourself ideas for your wedding. A virtual treasure treasure trove for us crafty sorts, who live for showering the world in handmade treats- and who'd rather put their own individual stamp on the proceedings, rather than be charged an arm, leg and a couple of kidneys to hire the experts.  Par exemple, they do tutorials on making your own birdcage veil:

                                        

They show you how to make your own top-hat fascinators, which are awesome and totally Moulin Rouge:

AND, if it couldn't get any better, they give you step-by-step instructions on how to do your own treasure chest centerpieces. For the pirate-themed weddings, o'course.

Made of win, are they not? But that ain't all folks. What really caught my eye, and got me shrieking like a groupie and had me emailing my mate Ellen (who I swear is more excited about my Future Mythical Wedding than I am!) in fits of pure girlish glee, Gilbert and Sullivan-styles, were these:

Yup, brooch bouquets. Quite simply delightful. And, yes, there's even a tutorial on how to make them. Seems easy enough- scrounge a whole bunch of brooches or clip-on earrings from a variety of sources (the bottom of your childhood "treasure" box, your Mum's or grandma's dresser drawer, Op-shops, market stalls, Trademe etc), some floral wire (from garden shops, I guess), something foamy to go over the stem, and some ribbons or organza to wrap it all in...and voila!

As Ellen even pointed out, it would be the perfect bridal shower/hen party/kitchen tea activity- getting each friend to donate a brooch or two, and getting everyone to help assemble the bouquets, wire and organza and all, before the alcohol set in! Perfect! Pardon me while I bask in the warm afterglow of multiple craftgasms.

So yes. If I was to put all my ideas together, I'd end up with bouquets made up of knitted roses, knitted lilies, and flower brooches and earrings. Maybe I could even use some beads or fake pearls for gypsophila, like in this bouquet, so we've got even more crafts covered. Could be hideous; could be totally awesome and fabulous and brilliant. But, because I am a craft geek extraordinaire, I cannot wait to get the sparkler on my finger so I've actually got an excuse to stop oggling all the gorgeous pics on the internet, and get started on it all! Well, that and I'd really like to be married to DB, of course. ;)

Come to think of it, we'll have more than bouquets and buttonholes to think about it. Chances are, I'll end up wanting to craft my fascinator/veil and other hairpieces, shawls for my bridesmaids and I, centerpieces, the cake topper (like this one!)...I was even planning on maybe doing knitted cupcakes as favours for our guests, like the ones in I've got in my banner photo. Dude. Luckily, I have a brilliant crack team of knitty girlfriends to help out...

Yeah. All this planning and no rock probably isn't so healthy, huh? ;)

Look, Mum! Clothes!

Ever the ADD knitter, I am currently working on no less than six projects. This is normal.  Sometimes, it gets to the point where I'm forced to flip a coin, a la Two-Face, to decide which project I'll be working on on any particular day.


At the moment, however, it's an easy choice- my first proper fully-fledged item of clothing, that isn't a hat, pair of fingerless gloves, or some variety of scarf. This, my friends, is a big deal. And, it's only taken almost three years, four blankets, 10 baby hats, 25 adult hats, 2 headbands, 17 pairs of hand/arm warmers, 1 pair of leg warmers, 6 scarves, 2 shawls, 5 pairs of booties, 1 pair of slippers, 4 stuffed toys, 2 hottie covers, 2 iPod socks, 3 bunches of roses, 1 set of cupcakes, 1 mobile and a fair bit of graffiti to get to this point.


As a bit of background, there were two things that, at the start of my knitting odyssey, I swore black-and-blue I'd never knit- socks and jumpers. Socks...I'll get onto that some other time. But knitted jumpers? Was never really that keen on them, to be honest. 


For one thing...I think I'm traumatised by my past. I went to an all-girls private school from age seven to age 18, where my tubby, awkward self was stuffed into many a scratchy, ill-fitting regulation jumper, each a more grotesque green than the first. An assault on the eye indeed. For another, I have ridiculously large boobs. Just sayin'. Me, I adhere firmly to Trinny and Susannah's rules- if you've anything more than your basic B-cup, anything up around the neck is strictly verboten. Which means a large swag of the sweaters on Ravelry, even the ever-popular Owls and the stupidly pretty Paper Dolls are out. As are a lot of cardigan patterns, as cardis of the button-down variety usually add about 80 years to my age, and make me feel truly frumptastic. 


HOWEVER. While browsing on Ravelry, I managed to unearth a decent handful of sweater patterns that may actually look good on me! This racy little number on Knitty, for example. (Off-the-shoulder numbers work well for me- the eye gets drawn towards my neckline/shoulders, and away from The Girls. Technically). And this sweater by the scrumptious Ysolda Teague, with its lower neckline and waist-shaping. And this wrap-around cardi, also by Ysolda, which should go over my curvy lumpiness just fine.  All hope for my foray into jumper making did not seem to be lost.


AND THEN, while flicking through Laura Irwin's Boutique Knits, I discovered this gorgeous thing:

Love at first sight. My perfect match. Romeo and Juliet, without all the teen angst; Brangelina, without the rainbow children; Jack and Rose, without the iced water. You get the idea. I had to have it. It wasn't long before I skipped into my local watering hole and got my yarn of choice. I picked Zealana Kauri Fingering, a heavenly blend of New Zealand merino, possum and silk, in the Blue Awa colourway. Which I figured was sufficient to steer me away from my uniform of civil service black and give my eyes a bit of zing, while still being dark enough to have that magic slimming effect. Which, let's face it, I can always benefit from.


Naturally, I couldn't wait to get started. But first, I needed to get gauge. For this task, I enlisted the help of my clever mother, a knitter of 40-plus years, who somehow managed to summon enough patience and goodwill to teach me to knit, both as as child and adult. This took a while, given that Mum actually has a grown-up manager's job, and doesn't have near as much time to slack off and knit as yours truly. ;) Once we'd gotten gauge out of the way (really should learn how to do that myself...), it was time to actually sit down and knit the thing. Fabulous, thunk I. Soon I shall have a sweater vest, and it will be pretty, and I will be the envy of knitters far and wide!


Uh, soon, you say? Forget it. I had planned to sit down and start on the actual knitting over Queen's Birthday weekend (at the beginning of June, for the offshore folk). Which I did. And, it would have gone well, had I not kept having to cast on 5 times in a row, after not having left a long enough tail for all the stitches (256 stitches, people!). Or if the yarn hadn't kept breaking on me. Or kept getting twisted. Or if I hadn't kept somehow screwing up the ribbing, and having to start again. *sigh* A simple two-by-two rib, and I completely ballsed up. Although, for that, I blame the fact that I was knitting while watching Before Sunset on DVD. And those movies whack me in the guts every sodding time.


So...I unravelled it, wound up my yarn, chucked my 80 cm 3.5 mm circular in the ugly pink snakeskin handbag where I keep all my circs, and swore I'd come back to it "eventually". In the meantime, I soldiered on and continued under the mantle of St Erin, Patron Saint of Winter Woolies and People Who Just Cain't Say No, punching out baby knits and birthday hats, chucking them them left and right, like a lolly scramble. And, "eventually"? Didn't show up.


Until a couple of weeks ago (August 21, to be exact). I was at home on a Saturday night, feeling lousy with this weird flu-like thing, and I decided enough was enough. I spent too long on Ravelry, oggling all the pretty jumpers, and wishing my humble hand-warmers got that many ooohs and aaaahs. I'd spent too long sneaking onto Knitty at work, and adding screeds of delicious cardis, shrugs and Lizzie Bennett-style tunic thingies to my queue, and wishing for redundancy. And, I really have spent too much time on my dear friend Alex's Ravelry page eye-ing up this stunner:

Yup, the same Alex who, up until a couple of years ago, had no interest in knitting whatsoever. She has, needless to say, far surpassed me in terms of knitting skills. So, honestly? I thought it was about time I stepped up to the plate and cranked out a stunner of my own. So...while I was home sick that Saturday, while watching The Science Of Sleep (which was great, but not quite as soul-destroying as the aforementioned movies), I dragged out my blue Zealana and 3.5 and 4 mm circs and started again. And here, my lovelies, is the two-week progress shot:

Pretty neat, huh? ;)


I cast off on the "waistband" part while waiting for Darling Boyfriend to finish work, and am now ready to start on the back. Not entirely sure how long it will take me to blitz through 30 cm of two-by-two ribbing on size 4s, when I've got two presents to finish (one of which is a birthday present that's about three months overdue...), one September birthday present and one baby toy to start, and Christmas knitting for the parents and in-laws to think about. But...we'll see. So far, it's proving itself to be brilliant TV, travel and social knitting...and I even managed to whack out a fair chunk during a slightly drunken viewing of Secretary with DB and others. Good times.


Anyway. I have stuck my big toe into the big scary pool of knitted clothing, and I am proud. Here's hoping, after all this build up, that it actually fits and looks halfway decent. Now you mention it...it may not have been the wisest idea to start knitting myself a vest while trying to lose weight. However, at the rate I'm going, I'm not exactly expecting to drop three dress sizes over night. So...I think we'll be fine. ;)


To be continued....

Intromaduction

Hello.


I am Erin, and I am following in the snuggly and beautifully-striped knitted-sock wearing footsteps of several friends, and starting a crafting blog. I myself, however, am not a fan of socks, or the knitting thereof. I'm more of a coloured tights kinda girl.


Anyway. These pages will be dedicated primarily to my "creative life", if you will. I have a Livejournal dedicated to any whinging/ranting/girlish squealing regarding my personal life- which has been unofficially dubbed FatBlog, owing the large (ha!) amount of posts I've made recently on fat acceptance and my own adventures in weight loss land. If you feel like you can stomach my occasionally angsty outbursts, feel free to add me (but please ask first). This blog, however, will be a (relatively) angst-free zone.


As will very quickly become apparent, I am a keen knitter.  To say the least. I re-learned how to knit in November 2007, courtesy of my long-suffering mother. ;) What started off as stress-relief and a cure from extreme sexual frustration (thanks to *that* episode of Grey's Anatomy, where Meredith Grey swears off men and takes up knitting), has become a passion and obession, and a raison d’etre. At the moment, I knit a ridiculous amount of berets and hand-warmers, and am developing a shawl fetish. I am also currently branching out into the wonderful world of actual clothing, and am making my first ever sweater vest. *snaps for Erin's sweater vest!*


Because I clearly do not possess a spine, I very easily rope myself into making a far too many birthday, Christmas, wedding and baby gifts. My friends tease me about the baby gifts, and claim that I must be some sort of ancient fertility god, as everyone and their podiatrist seems to get pregnant after coming within two feet of me. ;) I made it one of my 2010 resolutions to complete more selfish knitting this year...and I even have three selfish projects on the go right now! However, people just seem to keep getting married, keep having sprogs, and keep having birthdays. In the photo up top, for example, are some knitted cupcakes I made for a dear friend for her birthday last April. I see patterns, and think of people. This is, apparently, a problem.  


I am a semi-regular member of the Southern Cross Knitting Circle, where I get to knit with some of my best mates, drink lots of cuppas/pints and yell at people about music and bra shopping. I am also on Ravelry, where I usually document my woolly creations (and whinge if they don't go quite to plan), and add to my ever-expanding pattern queue. Again, feel free to add me. You will see that I love anything purple, pink or turquoise, and use a lot of New Zealand-made yarns, particularly the Zealana and Touch brands. You will also see that I hate picking up stitches and weaving in ends with the fire of a thousand glow worms. 


As far as other crafts go...I plan to get back into collaging (in which I have dabbled in the past), teach myself to make button necklaces (most likely via Youtube), and learn to crochet amigurumi. Also, in my crafty life, I am scribbling a play, which I may mention a couple of times on here. It's currently resembling a delicious mash-up of RENT, Before Sunrise, Prozac Nation and (of all things!) Sense and Sensibility. Messy, but fun. Oh yeah, and I do enjoy me some cooking. Therefore, will be posting food porn. ;)


In my other life, I am a mild-mannered civil servant, who fuels her yarn habit writing reports for several Government Bigwigs and scrawling all over her colleagues' work in red pen. I have me a gorgeous boyfriend, Matt, who is the ever-joyful recipient of much Erin-made knitwear. :) We are both proud music nuts. The title of this blog, for example, is a reference to a song by Neko Case, one of my many musical girl crushes. And, if you haven't figured the pun...shame on you. ;P


And...that's me! A post dedicated to my first item of clothing shall follow...