Anyone else remember this movie from the 80s? 
It was absolutely terrible. You can tell this by just a quick plot synopsis: local teens breakdance to save the community center from a local developer who wants to build a mall. Further evidence of its crappiness is that I misremembered the teens as breakdancing to save the mall. Wow...
Anyhoo, here's Booga 2. Please forgive the less-than-stellar photograph, but it's pitch black by 5 PM here these days.
Pattern: Booga Bag, by Julie Anderson
Yarn: Noro Kureyon (#164?), 3 skeins
Needles: Clover US 10.5 16"
circs and
DPNsNext time I'd use
Chris's great idea and braid 3 i-cords together to make sturdier handles. I didn't have any extra
Kureyon, though, so no dice this time. This would make a very cute and handy project bag to take to knitting night. I'm still not entirely sure about felted bags, but there are a couple more patterns that are intriguing:
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Felted Tote with Kureyon Scraps, by Janet D. Russell (AKA
Twisted Knitter)
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Ashling Tote, by Heidi
Hirtle (
Lilibeth's Garden) ~
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Mia, being the ever-awesome and thoughtful person that she is, sent me the nicest parcel. This super-soft merino, in the perfect shade of dark plum, is destined to be a Damson
shawlette.
Handspun yarn + a book about Charlotte Bronte + a very cute cable-knit mug = a heavenly combination! Thanks so much, Mia.
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Speaking of the
Brontes...
One of my favorite moments in
Cold Comfort Farm comes when Stephen Fry, in the role of Bloomsbury-type intellectual (and doubtless D. H. Lawrence enthusiast) Mr.
Mybug, poses the question to Flora
Poste, "Do you believe that women have souls?" He later contends that
Branwell Bronte wrote
Wuthering Heights. ;-) Both the book and film are fantastic.
My little bookworm, curled up with
The Mountains of California:
I think she was inspired by the all the bits about John Muir in the first episode of Ken Burns'
National Parks PBS miniseries. Apparently Muir used to bend over and look through his knees to contemplate the "
upness" of mountains:
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.
P.S. John Muir is a fellow
UW Badger. :-)
My Windy City Hat and Irish Hiking Wristwarmers finally saw their trial run, and Ysolda's new book arrived in today's post. My handknits kept me warm and cozy but didn't succeed fully in cheering me up. When I met one of my university friends outside the (dreadful) library today, I told her she was witnessing me at my most cantankerous. She laughed and laughed...
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Not the best looking cookies, but they taste pretty great even though I substituted vanilla extract for maple extract. My kitchen is well-stocked, but not that well-stocked. The maple extract would definitely kick up the flavor another couple notches.
