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| For knitters: needles:7mm Yarn:7mm, 3x k2,p2 = 1 row |
You may have noticed I've started knitting. You may have not, hey, I dunno what you do with your spare time. I started at Christmas, that night I stayed up for ages fiddling with my fingers and watching the Halle Berry Catwoman film and mumbling my review along to it, and probably taking it more seriously than anyone has ever taken it before. (Is it sexist that this superhero movie is half rom-com? Is that a good thing? Would it be worse if she was a male superhero in a female body? Her hair is WORSE after she cuts it. She is fighting against beauty standards that SHE FULFILLS IN EVERY WAY ARGH)
You don't really want to see my FIRST knitting project seeing as it's is a misshapen abomination of disgustingly garish colours, holes, places I'd forgotten which way around I was meant to be knitting so there are blocks which are inside out and pretty much every other thing you can think of that can be wrong with a piece of knitting. It's best left alone, it doesn't really know how to socialise with other knitting projects and I keep it chained up in the basement so it doesn't blind and garotte people.
Since then though, I've gotten a little more crafty.
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| Crafty crafty crafty. *Cackles* |
Ahem. Anyways, I knitted this DS cover for Matthew, cause he just got one. And I'd just finished covers for my phone and iPod and my fingernails were crying out for me to start a new project so I wouldn't chew them all off while watching Stargate SG1.
(Hey, remember The Eyes? Quiver at the epicness that is The Eyes, the flickering blue pan across O'Neill's epically epic eyes as he stares off into the awesome depths of the event horizon. If The Eyes don't make you laugh and cheer you up then your cheesiness-appreciation organ is DYING, consult a doctor immediately.
They're eight seconds in.)
ENTER: The Topman-impersonating, Chunky-Knit, Slate-Grey DS Cover. Complete with
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| If I ever sell any of my knitting, the labour-time will be measured in episodes of Stargate. |
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| PUT THE FOOD DOWN RACHAEL. |
Or I'll chew through two bags of popcorn in a row and become the dehydrated salty-claw-hand monster. Also I'm hell to watch anything with cause I'm constantly getting up every ten minutes to go get more food, and I don't say anything, i just go, forcing whoever I'm with into the awkward Do-I-Pause-It? dilemma.
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| I'm COMING okay, but this soup is WILDY underseasoned! |
And it looks like I'm just going to have to accept that I am the Pretentious Cinema Goer, take my knitting, take my olives and artichokes and be not afraid of my hipster aura. Perhaps I should just go the whole hog and knit myself a pouch to carry Sherlock with me, don my beret and get some fake nerd glasses. Or start wearing 3D ones all the time. Or maybe I should just start punching random people in the face. Cause it's less douchey.
To send you off: DISNEY HIPSTERS


































