Tuesday, July 31, 2007

New Stitch Diva pattern

Ok, this is hot right? Makes me want to do something with this stupid hairpin lace loom I have. Any thoughts?? Frickin' Tilli Tomas yarn is $18 bucks a ball for the plain stuff
(need 6 for the smallest size) and $36 for the beaded stuff (need one.) Colors are outrageous; http://www.dreamweaveryarns.com/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=21_25_210&products_id=1758
I am loving the parchment. Ugh!

Thursday, July 26, 2007


I woke up in a splendiforous mood because we had our second Sip 'n Stitch last night at the Chimney Sweep. Whoo-hoo! Unlike the first one, which caused me to have a wicked hangover, I just woke up happy this morning. We had a great time: we knitted in a little dive bar (in and of itself hilarious because the men were utterly flummoxed that knitters could be as crazy, sexy, and cool as we are), we drank...but not too much, we talked (well, ok, we were screaming), we listened to music and sang along off-key (I see a Stitch 'n Sing karaoke night in our future). We were in our own little Camelot: a place where we saw the best in each other, believed the best about each other, and were our best selves.

And then I woke up and was reminded of my own reality: I am going through a divorce that is growing increasingly more acrid. My soon to be ex (we'll call him Bum for now) wrote some vicious, ugly things about me in documents that he's filed with the court. A stranger reading these papers would likely think that I am unreasonable, inflexible, and crazy. A stranger reading these papers would have no choice but to believe that I am bad. And when I first saw these papers, I have to say that I accepted all of that bad stuff. I folded in myself. I was not the big, confident, happy, creative woman I believed I was last night. I felt small and fragile. For a moment, I forgot the little Camelot we Sexy Stitchers created last night. Hell, for a moment, I forgot who and what I am. I felt trapped and alone.

But what last night taught me is that I'm not really alone. I love knitting because it brings together the most diverse group of women: each at a different point in her life; each with different baggage, hopes, and dreams. And for the time when we're together, it seems that anything is possible. We talked about using knitting to raise awareness of a multitude of charitable efforts, we solved each other's problems, and, when we couldn't do that, we vowed to get the person who was causing the problem. We ooohed and aahhed over each other's projects, and in doing so, affirmed each other's creativity and beauty. We talked about light things, we talked about heavy things. These women were happy to spend time with me and I with them because we are all valuable and worthy of the best life has to offer. I am so lucky to be a part of a group of women who accept each other for who each one is.

I wish that we could have stayed in that space for a lot longer than we did. It was nothing short of magical for me.

And we're some pretty kick-ass knitters, to boot.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

First Ever!

First Sip and Stitch ever. It is six pm and I am still hung over so I believe it is a success! Not (or knot) a lot of knitting going on but I will write that off to the excitement of our first event. We need to tweek the guest list a touch as I think the Racist should not be included in future meetings. Andrea will likely agree with me as "you know how those people are." (Very agreeable.) The Racist actually pulled a white, triangular shaped knitted item out of her bag and I remarked, "Look Andrea, she is knitting a hood!" Good times! I want to open this blog to anyone from the Sexy Stitchers, Naughty Knitters, Party Purl Gurls (what do we want to call ourselves??) What you need to do is sign up for a blogger identity and email that to me so I may add you as a contributor. Looks like the consensus would like to do this bi-monthly with the next meeting at Chimney Sweep in the Sherm on Wednesday the 25th. Invite boys, we like them. Muah! Kat