Hookers N’ Junkies

Now that the cat’s out of the bag, and I “no longer need to swallow” I’m accepting any or all of your mismatched, poorly colored, silly, whimisical baby items, made specially by *you*. Unfourtunately, this weekend is a bust when it comes to stitch n bitch, since it’s Thanksgiving and all, but I have every intention of filling as many saturdays as possible with the company of my favorite crochet hooks and knitting needles.

Since finding out, I’ve decided that I’m going to do my best for the next year to finish all unfinished projects and ideas, and use up all that yarn I have kicking around so that I don’t start the new life still procrastinating or worse, gettting bored half way through and giving up. I have successfully finished a pair of socks (hard for me since it involves duplicating something) and I have picked up and am finishing the beautiful (how could I have put this down) cashmere shawl. Hopefully this means that I won’t buy new yarn for the next while, the plan is to whittle away at the stash.

Also, now that Chris and I are going to be moving, I will have a house, which means a basement, which means Angoras. MMmmmmmm. Angora. No sheep for me, but I’ll live with the alternative. Especially since it will make Chris Happier. Anything for that. God I love that guy.

What a success! Fun was had all around, I think, with the only exception of my hangover, but hey, I managed despite. So, for all you bitchers (stitchers? sbitchers?) wanna go every 2 weeks? 4 weeks? weekly? Sunday? Saturday? Let me know here, so we can start the festivities

I loved the location! Thanks out to Mel on that one *best* *chai* *evar*!

And I can’t think of anything to do with it. I’m so uninspired since I got home, I can’t wait until we have the stitch n bitch so I can get the creative juices flowing.

Last night, I did spend an hour winding a ball of yarn (from a hank). guh. Thank Goodness it was cashmere and oh so sweet and soft to touch, so I didn’t even have one rage moment. I think I’ve come a long way

And it is this:

Knitting is not better than crocheting. Crocheting is not better than knitting. Guess what? They are even in the same category of crafting. So get off your wanky couch, and get over it. Why is the world obsessed with what is better or worse? Why, when faced with two cities, hockey teams, crafts, fields of study etc, do we feel the need to rate them, and not even stop there, but go on to berate the other thing that is so similar (for all intents and purposes) so as to be the same freaking thing? If you are attatched to a particular hockey team, it does not make that year’s essentially random selection of other players on all other teams worse than yours, or somehow less worthy. There are no true underdogs, just the team that less people like. No two cities in the same province are significantly different enough to merit a “better” or “worse” rating than the other. And, anthropology is no less deserving of television air time than paleontology.

For you yarn crafters out there, we’re not judging here. That form of competition is not welcome. We are all crafters, we twist yarn in such a way that makes pretty things. Let’s celebrate that.