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Look, ma!  Knitting!


I cannot resist the Noro Striped Scarf; however, four balls of Noro Silk Garden adds up.   I’ve found a perfect stand-in, though.




I’m using KnitPicks Chroma this time around and I’m loving it.  It’s soft (significantly softer than my Noro scarf, in fact), yet still holding up well without piling -at least, during the knitting process.  It requires a grand total of two balls to make a reasonable scarf, and the colors are beautiful.




These scarves are so basic to knit (great for TV or knitting-group knitting) and yet the color changes make it quite rewarding at the same time.  Maybe I’m a simple soul, but I can’t help but tell myself “Just one more stripe to see what it turns into next!”, which of course turns to one more and one more and one more until eventually the scarf is done.




I’m not even done with this one and I’ve already planned the next.  Green and brown!






Project Day




I officially declare today, December 3 2012, project day.


This is my list:


-Knitted scarf

-Knitted baby sweater

-Necklace hanger

-Wrapping Christmas presents

-Constellation embroidery set

-Maasai cuff bracelets (which will require I go explore a bead store or two)

-Parfait dress

-Embellished jean jacket (which will require I go to a thrift store. I have the embellishments, but not the jacket)


-Put new buttons on a couple of blouses (I need new buttons. Apparently it’s also Project Shopping Day)

-Cutout tank top


There will be blogging.

What’s on your list?

Sunday Song


First Aid Kit, “Winter is All Over You”.



And a remix:

Walking Denver


I like walking.  Long time readers might remember I once walked across a large east African country, and now that I’ve settled into Denver I haven’t stopped yet.  I’ve gotten into the habit of picking a neighborhood a weekend, and wandering around to my heart’s content.

I particularly like walking with my camera.  I learn lots, and not just about the camera, but about the city as well.

One weekend, I packed up ye olde camera and my mp3 player and walked around Highlands and Slone Lake.  I think, when I got to the end of it, it came out to seven or eight miles.  Not too bad.

I like the Highlands neighborhood.  The food is tasty, and you never know when you’ll find an octopus on the wall.

The next weekend I hit City Park, wherein lies the Denver Museum of Nature and Science and the Denver Zoo.

This weekend I did Cherry Creek, and even though I had my camera on me, I didn’t take it out.  There are some really cool houses (coughcastlescough) in that area, but I feel a bit odd snapping pictures of someone’s home.  So I just walked.

It was nice.

Oh, hello.



I think I like that neighborhood.

Bubo scandiacus: My Snowy Owl Costume


Happy Halloween!  This year I am (well, was- I work tonight) an owl.





But a different one this time.



Sundries and Plunder, who made my Great Horned Owl mask, also happens to make a Snowy Owl mask.  And, completionist that I am, I wanted to make matching costumes.

I followed much the same plan-of-attack as for the Great Horned Owl costume, only with slightly nicer fabric.   There’s a dress, sewn from Simplicity 9508, and a set of wings with knitting-needle tips, and a feathered headdress, and the mask.  I added some tights this time (there are yellow tights for the Great Horned Owl costume; and a new, nicer dress too).



At one point, leaving a party, I had the mask off, and some drunk man yelled “Are you from Narnia?”  It didn’t take long after that for my friends to decide that, while I was not a Narnian creature, I was from Hogwarts.  And thus I became Hedwig for the rest of the night.



Should I have occasion to throw together a couple’s costume at some point, someone’s going to get stuck as Harry Potter.



Did you make your costume this year?  What were you?

Super Spooky Samhain Sunday Song Spectacular!


Sorry, couldn’t resist. And yes, I know it’s Monday- sorry, I slept 12 hours yesterday.  Onwards!

Have I ever mentioned I like Halloween?  Because I do.  Really like.  Halloween.

I was at a party downtown Saturday night, and I’ve got to say, as much fun as I had and as great as the people I went with were, good lord did the DJs need some help.  Seriously, I know it’s a club atmosphere,  but YAWN.  Also, HALLOWEEN.  Time for some serious diversification of soundtrack.  So here I give you not one but eight songs this Sunday, to put you in the proper… spirit.

Just go here.

(Also, note to random dude in a bride’s dress and his assorted bridesmaids:  I know it’s a club/hotel and Halloween, but c’mon.  Show a little class if you want to impress me.  And get your hand off my butt.)

Cheshire Pumpkin


Tis the season!




My carving tools included those cheap little saws they sell in pumpkin carving kits, some little linocut bits without the handle, because I’ve mislaid the handle (d’oh!), and an Xacto knife.



Largely unrelated story: when I was a little kid, I used to do model (and eventually, high-powered) rocketry.  I once took part in a test group for a major manufacturer in the field, wherein a pack of kids built a pre-market rocket kit, to see if it was something a pack of kids could understand and build before they started selling it.  I was one of the younger kids in the group, and had always been rather self-conscious and unable to ask for help or admit my own failings (I may or may not have grown out of this).  On one part, I was trying to shave a little flange of plastic off the form (for to make it pretty!) and my hand slipped, and I stabbed myself in the palm with an Xacto knife.

It was a bad wound; the knife went in to the handle and I know I stared at my hand opened-mouthed for more than a moment as the blood welled out and ran down my wrist.  But I didn’t want anyone to know that the little kid had screwed up, so I wiped off the blade (and the rocket, and the table, and the floor) and did my best to hide it.

It bled for more than an hour.

I don’t know how I succeeded in hiding it- there was plenty of adult supervision.  I even hid it once I went back home; to this day I don’t think my mother knows I stabbed myself.

I was an odd child. And I suspect scarred hands are the mark of a creative soul.




Also, valuable learning experience! After all, I’m much better with Xacto knives now.

Denver Zombie Crawl 2012


Yay October!




While I think the crowd was smaller than last year (and certainly smaller than the year before), it’s still a lot of fun.  It’s a bit less of an organized zombie crawl, I think, and more a six-block-all-night Zombie Party.


Which is awesome, of course.





My friends are starting to get as used to me sticking a camera lens in their faces as my cat is.  What? I like to get in close.  Fill the frame!  Fill the frame!


I played makeup artist again, though for a significantly smaller group.  We met up with much larger groups once we got downtown.




Next year, I think I might start trying out actual sfx prostheses. Any tips?


Sunday Song