Class Act (or Why I Need a Straight-Jacket)

I want to apologize dear readers for my recent blog near inactivity.

Additionally, I would like to apologize for that last sentence. It doesn’t make sense to me either.

I believe I’ve corralled the sinister beast we call “computer” into submission and now it will show the general public our current class schedule. It’s been a rough 2 weeks surviving without food or sleep during my ordeal, so my language skills aren’t at their best.

I’m finally eating lunch today and I made the decision to eat my tapioca pudding first (why yes I am a reincarnated old man). I figure if I slip into a coma from low blood sugar, I’ll lie in my irreversible torpor appreciating the comforting taste of vanilla as the staff in the long term care hospice gaze at the Mona Lisa-esque smile upon my face and wonder what causes me such pleasure.

With any luck, I’ll not “accidently” throttle the unknowing soul who points out the errors.

Rockin' in the Free World

I would like to introduce everyone to a new knitter, Jessica Ferguson.

She’s so fresh and new, (less than a month in the fold I believe) she still has that new knitter smell on her which is like a new car smell, but with less vinyl.

Jessica now carries the “rockstar” crown because she just completed her second project: a knitted purse. She used the Rowan Big Wool and the ShibuiKnits purse handles. She purchased the retro-cool fabric from Josephine’s. She wisely suckered, uh, er… convinced Sandy Kay to sew the lining in for her.

The life of a rockstar is frought with difficulties. There’s the rampant drug use which ages you beyond your years, the sex scandles, and the unimaginable pressure to maintain (or aquire) winning looks. Issues with the band’s image can destroy you. A rockgodess must ascend all of these tribulations and always project an air of “cool”.

So the reason Jessica is a rockstar is she didn’t cry. As in baseball, there’s no crying in knitting. She believed in

herself even though she’s new to the art and didn’t have any experience or indication she would succeed. There is nothing cooler than believing in your own abilities even when you have good reason to doubt.

Jessica: “Keep on rockin’ in the free world”.

Update: A note from Rockstar Jessica in the comments We'll miss you dear!

Endless Possibilities

I feel like the cat’s pajamas.

I’ve succeeded threefold:

● I’ve created through knitting something functional, yet stylish.

● I’ve convinced my roommate, a.k.a. non-knitter, that knitting is really cool (again).

● I’ve also convinced the non-knitter we need felted throw pillows to be used as extra seating. (I imagine she believed it a bit too “Miss Bates”)

All because I knitted a flower pot sling for our balcony out of hemp.

Now the photos are from my cell phone so they’re awful. I was too chicken to hang over the balcony to show the purse stitch panel that runs from front to back, but I think the linen stitch side panels are visible. Now, take note of the skillful square knot fastening:

Ooo! Aah! Oh!

Right now, I’m so high from my victory, I’m channeling Martha and I think I’ll match the floral notes in the wing-backed chair with the new Schaefer yarn. Perhaps I’ll create a flower or two as accents out of Malabrigo.

The possibilities are endless