27 June 2007

creative castings

Work in progress: Bamboo cardigan
My current work in progress: a wrap cardigan made of oh-so-trendy bamboo yarn. It is so dreamy. I like to rub it on my face every few rows .... oooooh so bamboo-y. This is also a picture of my favorite place to knit, fantasy deck!

I haven't been too creative lately, just churning out rows of bamboo-y goodness, so I don't have many projects to show. But I have been delving into the world of creative podcasts on my new iPod. (Yarnstorm and I took the same picture ON THE SAME DAY. whoah.) One of the creative prompts in one of these podcasts was to do a self-portrait. Easy enough, I thought. Then I listened to the reflections on self-portraits, making them meaningful, true to who you are, representative of you at this moment. Geez. Now I have to decide who I am before I can capture myself. But I think that is the whole point. Anyway, here is my attempt.

Self Portrait: attempt

It wasn't intended to only be my chin, but then I kind of liked the mystery of it.

I am so in love with my ipod right now, it should probably have been in this portrait. I never thought I'd be gushy and permanently attached to it, but there you go. It holds so much love--podcasts by mommies and knitters and cooks and jane austen lovers, little photos of Bella, music for different moods. Now it is a special treat to go to Cub after Bella is in bed and listen to a podcast while I get heaps of groceries, or mow the lawn with some bouncy tunes, or do some work with a little motivational music. Ahhh, life is fun again.


I hold Brent entirely responsible for this, since he was the one who sniffed out that I would like an iPod. I told him that I didn't need anything so disgustingly trendy and expensive, I had a perfectly good DISCMAN thank you very much. But he and Bella went to the mall and picked it out while I was gone on my uber-awesome scrapbooking weekend and I got it for my birthday. Including a matching hot pink case AND some kind of fixit plan for when I break it, which just puts the whole thing over the top. My only regret is that he didn't do any romantic engraving on the back. "To my heart and soul, love B" or "You complete me, love B" Those would have been fine. Maybe I'll just do it myself.

I'll end with a Fair countdown: 56 days and counting.


  1. Amy... You can't talk about the fair yet. It's just not fair. The fair is the end of summer. Summers are to be endless. Let me tell ya, where I am at... The summers seem endless, they start late, but they seem endless.

    Everyday on the way to work I drive past vineyards and hazelnut and cherry orchards. I watch them slowly progress. It seems like an eternity since i have seen the first bud break on every vine along 99W. But still... Summer has not yet fully bloomed.

    There is no time to be talkin' state fair. At the present that is...

  2. What do you mean can't talk about it YET? I never STOP talking about it! I lay in bed in January and complain about how I can't sleep because I'm homesick for the Fair. I write poems to the Fair. I have a whole scrapbook section devoted to the Fair (which at the moment is bigger than the Bella section). I pretty much need a therapist to cope with the fact that the Fair is only 12 days of the year. Did you know that even if you went to the Fair everyday that it is going on, it is still only 3% of your life spent at the Fair?

    The Fair is so much more than the end of summer. It is an annual rebirth of all that is good in the world. This year you need to Carpe Fairem!

  3. Amen sister!

    Last year I missed the fair. I think for the first time. And let me tell you what I missed because I know you want to know. I'll limit myself to the smells because I have to work today.

    *deep inhale*

    I missed the smells of hay, spilled beer and pop, charring pork chops, roasting corn, baking CiniMinis, spinning cotton candy, dried grass, cool night air that smells like back-to-school, apples and random prize winning produce, bbq pork, popcorn, barns, sour milk, strawberries, fried cheese curds, donuts (can you smell the difference between regular and mini donuts?), stale buildings, fresh mulch, hot crepe grills, burlap, dyed and chlorinated water thrown into the air, sheep, horses, geese, pigs, bunnies, fog machines, quilts, axle grease, cooking grease, caramel, french fries, taffy, egg rolls, juanitas fajitas, apple cider, pumpkins and sawdust.

    And I dearly missed the most glorious smell of melted lard frying corn batter lovingly slathered around a good ol'merican hotdog. With ketchup. And mustard. On a 90 degree day, preferably from the stand next to the Christian radio station while they're trying to convert a non-believer in front of the crowd. Because corndogs smell best when surrounded with the hot air of confrontational evangelism and sunshine.

    Sweet Jesus, it brings a tear to my eye.

    And that's just the smells...

    This year, we're going. I hope to get close to 3%. I have decided that I will forever judge people based on their fair time. I will reevaluate yearly. You've been warned.

  4. Are there plans to create a 2006 Minnesota State Fair montage (set to some 80's hair band rock!) to get us revved up for 2007?


  5. Okey Dokey. Axel's bully bites. I liked them. A LOT! There, I said something positive about the state fair. Oh, and the free bus rides too.

  6. How's the fair this year?


  7. State fair where you are, Moon festival in South China and Hong Kong. They have huge ass barges outside of my hotel in front of the HK skyline. The are loaded with fireworks, hope they don't blow my windows out.

    Oh yeah... Moon festival has nothing on sticks, just moon cakes. Nasty.