Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Ooh! I'm the apprentice!

Knitting Apprentice
You appear to be a Knitting Apprentice.You've got the basics down pat and you might just
be falling in love with this hobby. Big
needles, funky yarns and simple shapes are the
name of the game, but it doesn't mean you don't
experiment a bit, here and there. As an
apprentice, you probably fall back on other
people to get you through those rough spots,
and if you don't know anyone who knits, you
probably have a few books or online sources to
tap.http://marniemaclean.com/

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Beer cosies kill the environment.

Friday, October 22, 2004

I Just Like Funny Yarns

Knitting Apprentice
You appear to be a Knitting Apprentice.
You've got the basics down pat and you might just
be falling in love with this hobby. Big
needles, funky yarns and simple shapes are the
name of the game, but it doesn't mean you don't
experiment a bit, here and there. As an
apprentice, you probably fall back on other
people to get you through those rough spots,
and if you don't know anyone who knits, you
probably have a few books or online sources to
tap.
http://marniemaclean.com


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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Connections Strike Still On

Once again, girls (and guy) we are out of a knitting bar.

I was there this afternoon and saw that a lone striker was sitting in front of the blocked door. I suggest we still meet there and go to Red Robins.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Poncho madness

Ha! I knew it. Just when I think it's about time to knit me up a poncho, articles like this come out (linked from Not Martha). This woman is clearly pissed off with how many ponchos can be seen during a small walk. Funny as hell though: Poncho's are like "your own travelling fort". Works for me.
I'm not giving up yet.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

Connections Strike

Our Knitting Bar, Connections, was indeed closed due to a strike during the October 4 Knitting and Beer stitch'n'bitch. The people on strike remembered us (we're the knitters) and they offered to pass on messages to errant stitch'n'bitchers. Red Robin's was the next logical choice: we picked a corner table, well-lit, in a non-serviced section. No waiters bothered us to scram.

But now that we're getting chummy with the Connections staff maybe they'll let us stay longer and they won't dim the lights on us again.