Sunday, February 17, 2008

Knitting Sticks and Yarny Goodness

Why, hello there! Bet you're wondering what you're doing here, right? Right. Well if you're here, most likely you're one of my friends who I've guilted into reading yet another of my blogs - ha ha, I love you guys! - but on the off chance that you're not, let me introduce myself.

Hi! I'm Nemo! (Everyone say, Hi Nemo!)


What? What do you mean that's not enough? You want to know... more? Well... Erm... I spose I could mention a few things. I guess.

My real name is Elodie. I'm 21 years old and I live in Eastern Canada. (YES, it's cold for most of the year. Shut up.) I live in a gorgeous little flat that I adore, with my best friend and an ever-growing stash of yarn. I love Indian movies and music and jewelry and fashion and men and pretty much anything that has to do with Hindi culture. I watch a whole lot of movies, and I can randomly come up with a whole lotta useless trivia at will. I am a little bit crazy around the edges, and tend to live in my own little happy bubble and not so much care about things like, saving money? What's that? I save money by buying yarn on sale! It makes perfect sense! Cause, see, I'd be buying the yarn anyway, right, so this way, I save money! So I can buy more yarn! Yay!

... I may have recently developed a somewhat unhealthy yarn-buying habit. I blame Chris, I really do. He's the guy who taught me to knit. Well, re-taught me, I guess, since my grandmother taught me a few years back. I didn't take to it then - I knit about a third of a very misshapen, lopsided scarf and my grandmother gave up on me. Now though, the knitting bug bit me hard. I'm still very much a beginner, but dang it, I love making scarves so hey! Everyone's happy! Especially the frillion people at work to whom I have promised various scarves.

(A little aside about my paternal grandmother - she is the fastest, most dedicated crocheter I know. That woman churns out about 50 blankets every month or so, admittedly all with the same pattern, but each made of about ... I don't know, like thirty squares of crochet all stitched together? She is maybe a little bit bored living alone in her little apartment. Maybe. Me, I'd have gone stark raving mad using the same pattern again and again, let me tell you. My maternal grandmother, on the other hand, will look amazed at any FO I show her and say, each time, "Pfff, I never did understand how people do that.")

So. To recap. Crazy lady. Yarn. Some needles. Free blog. Well, what's the worst that could happen?

1 comment:

Nick said...

Knitting sticks = God.