The new Organic

I love the new use of the term organic. It can be applied to anything that just happens...no plan...no feasibility study..it just happens...well, I am working on developing an organic approach to knitting...I just had a major project go south because either I didn't pay enough attention to the pattern, or I made some other catastrophic mistake...things just didn't go well...so back to basics, back to me, back to knitting for relaxation and enjoyment...back to no pressure knitting. This is where it all started...well it was "no pressure" crochet really, but lets not split hairs. I feel like things started off very well, very personal, very...oh I don't know, simple. Then somehow, somewhere I got it in my mind that I should complicate matters a whole lot and switch from simple crocheted scarfs to difficult robe d'ete's and socks, and vests and shrugs *shrugging*, oh well, I guess that is what we do, as humans; we complicate our lives to make ourselves feel more important, or to give ourselves a sense of purpose. This complication exists not only in my knitting, but in my personal life too. Sometimes I feel great...life of the party...full of confidence, but sometimes, man, I just want to sit back, relax and watch the show. The problem is that people are creatures of habit, and if you are on fire one day--well, they expect you to be on fire the next day too, and the one after that. You are the fire cracker. You are the one who entertains. You are no longer allowed to be entertained or you will disappoint your audience. What people need to understand is that relationships, interactions, experiences, happenings....need to just happen, man. Organically.

Can't Get a Stitch in Knitwise

I am trying to be a good little knitter. I am a test knitter you know, oh yeah!- Tal hired me to test knit her vest for her. She did so by paying it forward and doing so many nice things for me and for others that I wanted, no, greatly desired, no, longed, to do something nice for her. You see, Tal is one of those unique individuals who does nice things, and says nice things, and most certainly, thinks nice things, all of the time. I know a few other people like this, my niece Katie, sister Diane and son Ryan to name a few. I gotta figure out what sign these folks are because that must have something to do with it...oh no, that can't be right because Katie's birthday is in April, Ryan's is in February, and Diane's is in January...Tal I think is May, maybe April, it was pretty recently anyway, but I digress. Well, I feel I must digress a bit more to say that I have so many wonderful people in my life who will help me out at the drop of a hat. My mother, my sister Kathy, friends Kathy, Helene, and Genevieve come immediately to mind, and I don't mean to downgrade their philanthropic nature in the least, but they are more like me, realists. The other folks on the list (Ryan, Katie, Tal, Diane) are more than real to me. They're surreal to me in their ability to never judge, or say mean things for fun, or get upset over little things. They are, in a nutshell, completely above all drama and out for the good of the other, sometimes at the expense of themselves. They are romantics, naturalists, expressionists, feminists, humanists. They are enigmas to me, the enlightened ones. Okay, so back to knitting, or rather not knitting. What the heck is up with me lately? I am test knitting a vest for Tal (as I mentioned) and I can hardly get through a few rows a day. I've had a market bag on the needles for months now, not to mention my little shrug/cardi. All I want to do really is admire patters, organize my needles, and dye yarn all kinds of "Kool"-aid colors. I want to talk Knitting math, I want to go to knitting school, I want to design knitted garments, I want to plan knitting projects; but I don't want to knit them. I have to pick myself up by the needles and get a move on. I have to think, "What would Ryan, Katie, Tal and Diane do?" Or, better yet, I have to think, "What would Wendy, Helene, and Maggie do?" whip out my needles and knit like the devil cuz' man I love this craft and like Kat's new button reads "Knitting is Naughty" and if Knitting is naughty, I don't wanna be nice ;)~

We will survive A.L.L- whatever it takes

My friend's son was diagnosed with Leukemia two nights ago. He called me because he knows I have experienced what he is going through. I don't know how to help him. I am going to bring him a lot of food, drinks, books, toys, etc.. One is never more alone than when one is living in a hospital with ones own sick child. Cancer sucks. Can we find a cure yet? Please?

The Shizknit

The joints in my thumbs, where they connect to my hands, are numb. My eyes are bloodshot and my throat is sore, but I am planning my Etsy store. I have a notebook, my projects are listed, I just need more time to work on my shizknit. I knit and craft all night. I work at school all day..sleep..what? nowayyyy. I just knitted a baby bootie, I want more swag, my daughter Chloe's a cutie, Mick's home from Umass-tomorrow he'll go ba ah ack. :)

Not your mother's knitting

Chicks with sticks...ahem what?
Knitting with balls...hmmm
happy hooker?
Yarn ho?
Bag whore?
Stitch and Bitch?

What is going on? Have I come to the right place? I am here to knit....Oh, you do that here? Magic what? Ravelry-do you mean revelry, no, ravelry, oh.

I feel like a freshman at college being initiated into a fraternity. Everything is new and different and I am curious, confused, scared and excited. Luckily, my hazing has simply consisted of having to learn crazy new lingo in order to understand a word people are saying, and a rude-ish owner of a LYS.
I feel lucky to be part of this inclusive club and and am going to work on my magic loop now at my stich and bitch with some chicks with sticks, yarn hoes and bag whores. Maybe a happy hooker or two will show up and say YO. I hope some knitters with balls show up at some point.
Casting off~ Julz

My socks, my lovely lady socks!

I have had the best knitting day ever! First, I went to Helene's and knit with everyone, super fun! Then I came home, took Chloe out to play for a while, had yummy dinner (west si-eed), then I finished my socks! Oh yeah, I kitchenered up that bullshiznit.
Now, it is midnight and I am off to bed, but not before giving props to my homies in the knitting world. Did I mention that I am obsessed with knitting? I heart u knitting.