MoFoBloJob

Pooch asked me how mofoblowjob was going. Yeah...not so good. I think I might just quietly retire. I did ok for the first 10 days or so but to be honest - my life just isn't that interesting and I don't knit that fast. Every 3/4 days is about right for me.

Having said that...lots going on chez byrne.

I'm not one to blow my own trumpet - asked to describe myself I would choose words like demure, modest, etc. But this week - I have been looking good. I mean goooooooood. I only have a pic from Wed which Pooch took, so is naturally out of focus. But still, I look good.

The day after I wore a turquoise vintage number with heels. Today I was in a brown polka dot wrap with boots. What's the occasion? Nothing special. Just a passing comment about burkas made me consider whether I was getting a little boring with my clothing. I think this general feeling or joie de vivre is also why I visited Schu on the way home and snagged these.

In case I've never mentioned it before - I do just absolutely fricking ADORE polka dots.

I got home tonight to find a surprise waiting for me. Look at this:

I thought it was just a foliage type plant. Now there are two flowers coming! Apparently they are going to look like this.

Awesome!

Now lastly....can you guess what it is yet?

Actually, I'm a bit worried about it. I just want everyone to know - I don't mean the meat. It didn't occur to me before. I hope it will be clear.

Easter!

Look who's a lucky girl!

I did really well this easter - and I've only eaten one so far. Lots more to enjoy alllllllllllllllllll week!

Pooch and I went for a walk this afternoon since it was so lovely today. The ducks were out in force, also making the most of the sun.

I'm always interested in the social hierarchy of the birds in the dock. Two men and a woman this time. The women are so beautiful with their amazing brown plumage.

The men are also very dapper although they are simultaneously more showy and more demure.

This one was having a stretch and unfortunately you can't quite see the rich purple band on the body, under the wing. But you do get an indication of the greenyblue irridescent head.

I don't know if it is an english thing - to be so unwilling to destroy any of the past - or international. I was very affected by my few days in Rome where roman stonework was on every street corner. I wonder whether they would go to the trouble of rehanging a plaque that commermorates where something used to be somewhere different to where it actually was.

And then there are things like this, also seen on our walk.

I mean, what is it? Or was it? Wouldn't it make more sense to pull it up so no boats can bash into it or anything? It is rather pretty though in its own weird way.

I finished my blogbook from 2008 today. It's always interesting reviewing the posts from the previous year. I have a feeling this photo will be featuring in the 2009 one.

Hoorah!

Knit Tastic

I've got in some good knitting so far this weekend - despite interruptions. The not-a-poncho has the main body almost done. Need to decide what kind of collar I want and start the button band. Then I've also designed the first bit of the latest wedding blanket and done the first two of 49 squares. It's looking good! You can see it on ravelry here.

Despite Sian and Pooch's tag team efforts to annoy me it is kind of nice having her here this weekend. I got her Godiva chocolates instead of an easter egg and here she is finishing the last one this morning. About 9am this morning. That's the Byrne way. She's got the ribbon from her chocolates on her head. That is also the Byrne way.

That's Pooch in the background - very proud of his eggs. They were pretty good eggs.

Sian has been taking mucho photos while she's been here which is her thang - not knitting. She's really good at them too. Here, totally without permission, I bring you the first published work of Sperm-Breath Byrne. "Somerset House".

She's off taking more at South Bank today. I'm here. Knitting. Life's good.

How come knitting doesn't count as a legitimate weekend activity?

I am feeling got at because people want me to go out and do things this weekend. This is despite the fact I made it clear weeks ago that I would be staying in, relaxing and mostly knitting for this holiday.

I know a lot of people like their work and thrive on the whole work thing. It gives them a sense of satisfaction and a buzz and some of them even enjoy it. My career to date has involved encouraging people who aren't really interested to do career development just in case they become less employable by not doing it. It's difficult to get a sense of satisfaction from that. Some aspects are enjoyable but I have never made any secret of the fact that I work to live and that if I had another way of paying rent, bills and funding my yarn habit I'd pack it all in.

Don't get me wrong - work isn't a living hell. I enjoy interacting with people and not everyone I speak to nowadays is swearing at me. In fact I was corrected the other day when I asked someone to stop swearing in a phonecall because they kept calling one of the Supervisors a bitch. "It's not swearing." she told me "It's a noun, not an adjective." What I didn't say, not wishing to lengthen the conversation, is that so is "cunt", but I'd still call it unnecessary language when discussing career development. That though is beside the point - if I had an alternative I would not be working as a career development 'expert'. I might volunteer a day or two a week at a charity shop or something like that just to get interaction with people but largely I'd be at home listening to the radio or an audio book or watching tv and knitting, thinking about knitting, or planning knitting.

In my free time - the time I fund by working - all I really want to do is knit. Call me an obsessive, call me sad, call me boring, but that's what I want to do. It doesn't hurt anyone, it won't give me cancer, it's not exciting to watch but then I'm not doing for attention. I just want to knit. I don't demand everyone around me knits - but I would prefer it if they respected my right to spend my spare time doing something that is relaxing, therapeautic and which I really love.

I am a knitter. Hear me roar.

Pie!

I am loving this. So simple. So...maths.

My dad, since he retired, has become a committed forwarder or forwards. A recent one was full of amazing images - and they were all amazing but two particularly caught me. I always love the articles in National Geographic (which I am still reading every month about 6 years after starting my subscription) about weird and wonderful flora and fauna. So naturally I loved this one.

I was looking through the rest, marvelling at the fragility and beauty of life etc etc when I saw this one.

Hmph. Just makes you think a bit. How many bullets did it take to make the back of the van that lacy?

When in rome...

...eat chips.

This is one of my colleagues - a certain Sam - doing his homage to the Cadbury eyebrow girl.

It's had me in stitches all day.

Saw my best friend last night for the first time in months which was awesome. She is getting wed to Pooch's best friend in August and this little something arrived in the post today, which will be magically transformed into a little something for them as a wedding present.

I had a rubbish day at work today, just for a change, so have cheered myself up with a new ravatar. Only thing is - I think it came out a bit angry.

Stitchmarker Heaven

Aren't these adorable?

From sheep to bobbin to ball to sock. When I saw them on Ravelry I just couldn't resist. You can get them here. I have some of their buttons I got a few years ago too and when I got those I talked about them on the podcast but the site has changed a bit since then. I got a special surprise included too...

My name in glass! And as for the cake - pretty darned perfect! Hoorah!

Create your own hedgehog!

I finally got Pooch to agree to pose as a hedgehog. It was this pic I thought he looked most like.

Judge for yourselves.

I used some socks to make his ears stick out more. Job done.

I spent a lot of today in the pursuit of curtains. I bought this fabric from IKEA before xmas and got the black-out lining today in Lewisham. A while ago my mother objected to my calling myself a bodger but I make no bones about it and these curtains are surely proof of that. I made an elementary gauge-type error and they came out short. So I sewed two of the gorgeous woven tapes I got at SkipNorth to the bottom.

I *really* love them!

Just in the nick of time I remembered this is a knitting blog - and this is how the knitting has been going. I cast on when I got back from SkipNorth and have been hard at it since. I've almost finished the waist which has to be done in bits to allow for the belt arrangement I want. I'm really pleased with it.

Hedgehog Interlude

Following the cutest baby blanket we have...the cutest baby animal. It may just be me, but I think the 3rd one looks like Pooch.

I read an angry article a few years ago about how images of baby animals are exploited because they look cute, yet most people aren't interested in the full grown adult. I think hedgehogs can be excluded from this. Bigger ones are very nearly as cute.

The most babyish baby knitting ever

I have gotten into the habit of making baby blankets for anyone who looks likely to pop a sprog. I currently have three pending and cast on the 1st last night. I'm using the pattern for the "easiest ever lacy blanket" and some sirdar snuggly kisses. It is the most cutesy baby thing I have *ever* made.

I like the kisses stuff. It stripes itself without being actually stripey. It's not wool but the mum to be is going to be more interested in machine washing plus it won't be cold when the baby is born. Actually, on reflection I am not sure if that matters.

It is well documented that Pooch is not the most handy of men to have around when something practical needs doing. So DIY is down to me. My proudest moments are when I manage to do something that involves drilling. Don't ask me why. So imagine my pride when I put up one of those coat hook bars on the back of the front door!

Looking good huh? More or less straight too.

Yarn is cool even without sunglasses

Saw this Garfield cartoon on Ravelry.

That cartoon was really the best thing that happened to me today. Work sucks. I mean it really sucks. Sucks so much it blows. I'm doing such crappy, boring work that is far far beneath me and yes, I am getting paid about twice as much as the work demands because I'm supposed to be managing someone doing the work and being all strategic in my spare time, but that doesn't make up for the fact that it's so boring. Not just that, but I am getting a lot of agro. Complaints, abuse, swearing. Pleh. I know - get another job. I just can't stand the thought of doing the same kind of job again. I've done it to death now and want to do something new. But as ever I don't know what.

Nevermind. At least my bra fits. And looks better under a t-shirt than this one.

Growing (Up)

The theme of NaBlo whatsit for April is 'growing (up)'. This turned out to be so apt that I am starting a day early. Because today, people, I went to Debenhams and got my bra size measured. Let me draw you a diagram of my bra sizes so far.

Fairly simple. I've never been a big gal. So anyway, there I was in Debenhams. A very nice girl-considerably-younger-than-me approaches holding a tape measure.

GCYTM: OK, your bra size is 32.
Me: 32?
GCYTM: Yes, definitely. Look how much space there is with your current bra and that's a 36. (Stretches current bra so is suprisingly big space between me and it.)
Me: Wow. OK.
GCYTM: And the cup size, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, (stares fixedly at my modest frontage), mmmmmmmm, Dee.

Me: D? D?????

GCYTM: Double D. 32DD.
Me: .....................................Buh................
GCYTM: OK, I'll go and get some for you to try on (exit stage left).
Me: .....................................Buh................

32DD. She later said that I could try a 34D and get used to that but that I should aim for a 32DD. Jaysus. So it would appear my bosoms have grown up without me noticing.

Anyway, it would seem that my enormous breasticles are not yet getting in my way of my knitting. The coat continues a pace.

I broke 2 stitchmarkers I'd made out of fimo so have made some especially for this project.

Cute, huh? I got the charms ages ago and it seemed the perfect time for them to swing into action.

NaBloPoMo for me

This blog is a shadow of its former self, so I am declaring NaBloPoMo for April. Let's see if I can post every day for a month and what kind of nonsense I start spouting.

Now back to skipnorth...here's the gang.

There were an epic 42 of us and, at least for me, there was a record haul. The thing is, because I drive about in a car instead of on the coach (in case someone needs rushing to A&E with wool fatigue) people never realise how much I've bought. Including me. Which might explain how this year I ended up with this much.

That's a double bed being obscured by it all.

It includes books and magazines, ribbons..

...more buttons than you can shake a needle at....

Including these beautiful flowers and the coincidentally named 'simon' buttons (The Pooch's Earth name).

The weekend included Texere (off program - on friday morning before we officially started), Coldspring, Winghams, The Skep - with this amazing window display....

...and the KCG where there were a number of notable treasures. Namely a model with her dignity protected by nothing but a well placed hot water bottle....

...and an amazing toilet lady - who wasn't actually knitted but was in the toilet.

The weekend included an amazing yarn swap where everyone brought what they no longer wanted and shared the goodness. The quality finds were donated on the understanding that the recipient would make a donation to p/h op, and from looking at the website it looks like that has raised more tan £190 for MSF - donate using the widget on the right. This is the swap in action...

At one point I launched myself across the pile, landing in an elegant spreadeagle, in order to secure a part ball of regia sockyarn. Yeah baby. Dignity.

The wekend also saw an amazingly large number of spinners. There were about 8 wheels and umpteen dropspindlers - all very impressive.

I'd have to say I thought the weekend went really well - and not least because I got home before 9pm (last year was after midnight). The workshops on Friday afternoon were, by all accounts, pretty darned good and I really want to thank all the teachers for volunteering. If there is another one this year you will certainly be hearing it here and on Nic's blog first.

Before I sign off I'm going to mention something that I am pretty sure most of you didn't know that I was involved with anyway - I have resigned as a Director of the KCG. Meh.

Right, look out NaBloPoMo!