This is a controversial short film that Patches starred in, but it never played in theatres. It was considered too artistically risque for american audiences. (this may take a few second to load on your computer depending on your internet connection)
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Sha-ZZAM!
I recently suggested to myself that buying a new knitting bag would encourage me to knit more. It HAS! I finished the sleeve of my sweater. Here's a picture (pre-blocking) of all the finished parts thus far:
I knit all Sunday afternoon, seated in my command center, whilst DH and Patches watch college basketball. It's March Madness time.
Today I also treated myself to a one hour massage at my hair salon. They are a pretty small salon, but they offer some services outside the usual hair and nail type thing. Please indulge me as I speak briefly on this topic...
I was never a glamour-puss. In high school, I worked as a receptionist at the local hair salon, and found everyone on the premises (employees AND clients!) to be rather absurd and sometimes frightening. Keep in mind, this was during the Big-Hair 1980s. It has taken me many years to appreciate and enjoy what the salon has to offer, and I now consider it an oasis of pampering. Tangent: I know it's mean to say, but it really detracts from the oasis effect, when you look up from your US Weekly, and you've got goop in your hair, to see someone's sullen boyfriend/husband/child slouching there waiting for their women-folk to finish up already.
I knit all Sunday afternoon, seated in my command center, whilst DH and Patches watch college basketball. It's March Madness time.
Today I also treated myself to a one hour massage at my hair salon. They are a pretty small salon, but they offer some services outside the usual hair and nail type thing. Please indulge me as I speak briefly on this topic...
I was never a glamour-puss. In high school, I worked as a receptionist at the local hair salon, and found everyone on the premises (employees AND clients!) to be rather absurd and sometimes frightening. Keep in mind, this was during the Big-Hair 1980s. It has taken me many years to appreciate and enjoy what the salon has to offer, and I now consider it an oasis of pampering. Tangent: I know it's mean to say, but it really detracts from the oasis effect, when you look up from your US Weekly, and you've got goop in your hair, to see someone's sullen boyfriend/husband/child slouching there waiting for their women-folk to finish up already.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Non-Irish folks NEED to know: the whole "luck o' the irish" thing was invented by the Irish Tourist Board. Believe me. Need proof? Okay:
1. Woke up this morning to the sight of THIS (thanks, Patches!)
2. And THIS (thanks, Mr. Weatherman!)
3. As well as the sound of water dripping from our bedroom ceiling. Apparently an old water stain has revived itself, thanks to the severe winds and moisture from our most recent storm.
OK, sorry. Just had to gripe a little. Must be some pent up frustration from living in New England for 33 years! I am, actually, very lucky. I've got a wonderful DH, and that's just the start of it.
We spent St. Patrick's day shoveling, then went to see The Wind That Shakes The Barley, which I found very interesting. My paternal grandparents came from Ireland (as well as my Da!), and were in their late teens/early twenties during the era depicted in the film. It was a very violent and tragic time, and I can see why no one ever seems to want to talk about it.
As much as we were in the mood for some tasty bread and a pint at Matt Murphy's after watching the film, we knew it'd be really crowded, so we went to Little Q Mongolian Hotpot Just the thing for such cold wet weather! And right down the street!
Because this is supposed to be a knitting blog, I should really update you: I'm back on that pesky sleeve for my lace sweater, and am now getting ready to do the shaping for the upper arm! I think getting a new knitting bag was the right thing to do.
1. Woke up this morning to the sight of THIS (thanks, Patches!)
2. And THIS (thanks, Mr. Weatherman!)
3. As well as the sound of water dripping from our bedroom ceiling. Apparently an old water stain has revived itself, thanks to the severe winds and moisture from our most recent storm.
OK, sorry. Just had to gripe a little. Must be some pent up frustration from living in New England for 33 years! I am, actually, very lucky. I've got a wonderful DH, and that's just the start of it.
We spent St. Patrick's day shoveling, then went to see The Wind That Shakes The Barley, which I found very interesting. My paternal grandparents came from Ireland (as well as my Da!), and were in their late teens/early twenties during the era depicted in the film. It was a very violent and tragic time, and I can see why no one ever seems to want to talk about it.
As much as we were in the mood for some tasty bread and a pint at Matt Murphy's after watching the film, we knew it'd be really crowded, so we went to Little Q Mongolian Hotpot Just the thing for such cold wet weather! And right down the street!
Because this is supposed to be a knitting blog, I should really update you: I'm back on that pesky sleeve for my lace sweater, and am now getting ready to do the shaping for the upper arm! I think getting a new knitting bag was the right thing to do.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Blah, blah, blah....
Listen to me drone on. and onnnnnnn.
Bored my boss this afternoon with a story about how I got a comb stuck in my hair once. simply. fascinating.
Maybe if I have a new bag...
...I'll get more knitting done!!!
Completely on impulse last week, I purchased a new knitting bag, which doubles as a purse, so theoretically, I can shlep all my knitting and purse stuff together. It is being shipped from Webs, as we speak:
Green is kind of daring for me. Normally I only choose black handbags. I hope I don't regret this! At the moment I'm using a bag I got a conference (with a big old ugly logo emblazoned on the front and a strap that is too long for my short self) to carry around my precious knitting. I simply loathe that bag.
I haven't gotten anywhere the past few weeks on my sleeve. First it was being sick, then planning DH's birthday.
Bored my boss this afternoon with a story about how I got a comb stuck in my hair once. simply. fascinating.
Maybe if I have a new bag...
...I'll get more knitting done!!!
Completely on impulse last week, I purchased a new knitting bag, which doubles as a purse, so theoretically, I can shlep all my knitting and purse stuff together. It is being shipped from Webs, as we speak:
Green is kind of daring for me. Normally I only choose black handbags. I hope I don't regret this! At the moment I'm using a bag I got a conference (with a big old ugly logo emblazoned on the front and a strap that is too long for my short self) to carry around my precious knitting. I simply loathe that bag.
I haven't gotten anywhere the past few weeks on my sleeve. First it was being sick, then planning DH's birthday.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
SnB Thursday
I can't make SnB AGAIN this Thursday, because I need to go to a conference for work. Hmm. It's on teh North Shore - maybe I'll swing by Rhonda's favorite yarn shop up there, the Seed Stich, and do some recon of my own!
Monday, March 05, 2007
Portrait in badness
Here's Patches, trying to hide her shame from the camera.
Another roll of TP ravaged.
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