Monday, June 25, 2007

The Friday Knitting Group Turns ONE!

Friday, we celebrated the One Year Anniversary of the Friday Knitting Group! We marked the special event with a fantastic spread of vegan and non-vegan delicacies, some boisterous yarn-swapping, and - of course - knitting. Here's to another year!

Sunday, we paid a visit to my friend James, his wife Kelly, and their new baby Jayden. Of course, I went bearing (knitted) gifts. As you can see, Jayden and Sheldon got along famously. To be honest, it was a little trippy meeting little Jayden. I've known James since we were about 7 or so, and it doesn't seem like it's been THAT long since the scrappy fights, scraped knees, and name-calling. As I stood gazing at James' beautiful new son, all I could think was, "You made him? THIS adorable creature came from YOU?" Guess I just need to have a little girl for Jayden to pick on in a few years, and the circle will be complete.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Attack of the 1-Foot Pug: Part 2!

The good news is that Sheldon #6 is done and ready to be be adopted by my friend James' new baby Jayden. The bad news is that the Pug seems to have developed an intense hatred of knitted turtles. You might recall a previous incident involving another hapless Sheldon. Or, perhaps it's a case of nurture over nature, and he's somehow been conditioned to attack Sheldons on sight. Witness the telltale hand in the lower left corner, below. You can see Oliver go from minding his own business to becoming mildly interested to launching a full-scale lunatic pug attack on Sheldon's turtle ass. What happens next is too gruesome and too tragic to show in pictures.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Celebrating KIP with Fart Art

When my grand plans to stage a Knitting in Public Day gathering fell through, I realized I would have to make do and KIP in whatever P place I was in. On the day of, we went to the Getty Museum to check out Tim Hawkinson's Zoopsia exhibit, so while there, I busted out my needles and did a little K-ing in P on one of the museum's cush benches. I have to admit that this is the most pathetic display of KIP ever captured on film. I look so forlorn and my lone witness was a very distracted hubby. His distraction? Tim Hawkinson's gargantuan Uberorgan, an installation in the Getty rotunda.
What in the Sam Hill is an Uberorgan?? As the Getty's website explains, Uberorgan is "a massive construction of balloons and horns," which, once an hour, on the hour, plays a musical score consisting of a "250-foot-long scroll" of "black dots and dashes." So basically, it's a giant organ-bagpipe thing. And you know what? That's exactly what it sounded like. When the scroll started rolling at exactly 2:00 pm, the Getty rotunda was filled with a sound that could only be described as a beached whale with a flatulence problem. I think the reaction shot I got of Vince sums it up better than words ever could.

So I suppose it was a sad day for both the world of knitting and the world of contemporary art. It was unfortunate for knitting that the only witness to my KIP devotion was my hubby. And it was unfortunate for art that he didn't quite appreciate Uberorgan. As we walked away, he pronounced, "That was a fart, not art."

In less unfortunate news, I was finally able to capture on film the visage of the elusive Godfather of Knitting, AKA the Loch Knit Monster, AKA Jenny. Below, you can see her in the flesh, knitting away with Lisa. And to the right, witness the delight on Annie's face as she teaches newcomer Jessica the ropes - or the yarn, as it were.

On the turtle front, Sheldon #6 has reached tadpole stage. Here, he does a little shell-swapping with Sheldon's #4 and #5. Then after getting naked, all three Sheldons stop to ogle the emerging turtle butt of Yvonne's Sheldon. Those dirty, dirty Sheldons!

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Puggery in the First Degree

In an effort to acclimate the Pug to what will soon be his new neighborhood, Vince and I have been taking him on weekend walks there. In the midst of yesterday's walk, our path crossed with that of another couple and their pug, Winston Churchill. Oliver and Winston seemed to hit it off, becoming fast friends.

But then, as in many relationships, one of the two decided that he wanted more than just a friendship. What we witnessed next was a straight-up case of pug molestation, as Winston attempted to bugger our pugger.
Check out the close-up on Oliver. Who knew a pug's face could be capable of registering an emotion like loathing with such startling clarity!