Archive for June, 2007

Skirt Lust

I so rarely have clothing lust. While I get worked up about a new style of Campers, I could care less about what the Gap produced this season. But when a friend presented a picture of herself in her new LibbyDibby Skirt, I fell in love. The only question now is do I order it in Blue Sky Girl or Choco Milk Bubbles?

Introducing Myles D. Kitty

my kitty

Better known as My Kitty. The name comes courtesy of Misterpants, thus showing the dangers of what can happen when you let a four year old name an animal. Right now My’s favourite things to do are eat, sleep, and chew on the first set of unshoed feet he comes across. Knitting on a Kitty Pi out of Big Kureyon has commenced in an otherwise sucko and unsuccessful attempt to keep the little bugger off of Lizard Ridge.

It Wasn’t Me

It seems that an attempt to upgrade WordPress has totally hosed the layout of this site. I’ve no idea when I will get around to fixing it having Himself fix it, so we’ll just have to deal with the current case of Ugly that has taken over here.

Fuck Cancer

fuck cancer

This post is for you.

It is for every person who has ever battled cancer and won their battle. It is for all of those who have battled it and not. It is for those of us who have lost mothers, fathers, siblings, and loved ones to a disease that shows no discrimination.

This post is for Lulu and Vivian. For Annie and Florence. For Lynn and Lauretta.

It is for the 841 names that were read at the Central Kitsap Relay for Life. It is for the hope that one day we may find a reason and cure the disease that devastates so many.

Work, Damnit

When I am Queen, it will be legal to throw laptops with kernel panic issues back at the Genius you bought it from.

This proclamation has been brough to you by Murphy the MacBook Pro, The Apple Store, and my short temper.

I Only Said “Fuck” Once

new tattoo

Oh, Orlando

When I am Queen, Orlando Bloom shall only be allowed to make movies in which he is dressed in open shirts that show off his chest.

This proclamation has been brough to you by my hormones, Orlando Bloom’s chest, and Pirates of the Caribbean III: At World’s End.

Baby Surprise Jacket


Pattern: Baby Surprise Jacket by Elizabeth Zimmermann, out of The Opinionated Knitter
Yarn: Blue Moon Fiber Arts Socks That Rock in Rolling Stone, heavyweight
Needles: Size 4 US 24″ Addi Turbo Circulars

I snagged the button from a local yarn shop that I practically have to be dying to go into, I dislike the place that much. Thankfully it is a PERFECT match to the blue and green in the yarn.

This is being gifted to Melinda and April who are expecting a son next month. Melinda is the Director of Religious Education at the local UU church and an all around kick-ass person.



What? Do you mean that I should be working on my essay instead of knitting?

Yabba Dabba…Dude, Is This Leg Done Yet?

Knitting has commenced on the current round of Sockapalooza socks. When I read my pal’s colour preferences I knew this skein of Socks That Rock would be perfect. Fred Flinstone is full of golds, oranges, and reds, all of which are colours she requested. I figured I would let the patterning speak for itself and did a simple toe-up with an afterthought heel.

fred flinstone

In my effort to raise and culture my child I now have him wandering around the house singing the tunes from “RENT”. There is nothing funnier than seeing your four year old standing in the living room, belting out “Today 4 U”.