3KCBWDAY1 – Colour Lovers

sarahapple and I are participating in Knit and Crochet week, a week when fiber geeks all over the world blog daily according to a schedule of topics. I will try to keep up. It is possible my posts at the end of the week will just be phone pictures of me crying in my stash.

Today is colour! With the extra U!

I am completely crap at colors (sorry Canadaland, my lazy American computer is throwing up auto-correct complaints every time I use the extra U). As an illustrator, being crap at color is a bit of  a problem, and I have to do a lot of study to compensate. But this is just yarn, not dinosaurs on surfboards - easy! I thought. My favorite colors are golds and browns and earth tones.

Only evidently I am SO BAD with colors, I don't even know my own favorites, because I tossed open my stash ottoman and it was all blood and fire and ash.

I am seduced by heathers and subtle tonal variation. Reds with red and red. Undertones of blue. High saturation. Dark, complex greys.

Texture is not color. I know this. But texture can hold color back or push it out. I like it pushed right in my face. (leave it)

I tend to keep my fair isle simple, and go for contrast over color. I also snarl the working yarns into big angry wads and have to stop to untwist my balls every few minutes (like your mom). I think I am doing it wrong. But nobody can tell, so I can willfully resist learning to do it correctly for a while longer.

I am enamored with the combination of black, grey, teal, and lime, but I refuse to start my Little Birds until I see Sarah in hers.

Color. I love you. And I hate you so much. Like theater candy.

 Still time to join in!

a week of librarianing

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Four books were dry-humped to tatters by some randy 2nd grade boys.

The class of 2nd graders was subsequently humiliated and terrified by my surprise visit to explain the consequences of oofing pictures of bikini girls in the Guinness World Records. While I pointed at the cartoon cocks drawn on the Most Downloaded Woman, my son grinned across his desk at his classmate, who was trying to shrink into his own sleeves. 

My co-worker dumped a bag of silicone grains into a vase of water and woke up to a living room full of gel marbles. We now have a giant pretzel jar full of little jiggly blue balls in the staff room, which my teenage shelver and I could not resist digging our arms into and shuddering.

eldritch horror 

Someone asked me to check on a vomiting woman in the public bathroom. I stood in the door and said, "Um, are you alive?" at the arms splayed across the floor under the stall, and received a whargle in reply. Good enough for me. 

At home, I got things in the mail.

future infink quilt for the Bunk Bed of Sadness

because I needed one skein of grey and got this instead

And I made things (hint: DEATHMATCH).

Recognize the homespun, sarahapple? Yours is next, Robotaday!

And the infink danced.

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Tomorrow: CHICKEN BALLS!