Friday, July 28, 2006


Take that title as you will; it's true in every sense. These little beauties - if I do say so myself - are winging their way to the Brockton, MA, WIC program even as I type. They better be - they're meant to get there for the first week of August. In a smart little program first devised by a woman called Jeanne who runs a program promoting breast-feeding to low income families in California, and adopted by Ilena who is running a similar program in Massachusetts, and eloquently described by the Harlot here, fruit and veg hats donated by knitters all over North America -- maybe farther; who knows? -- will be distributed at events sponsored by the MA and CA WIC offices. So my little hats will be gracing the heads of toddlers in Brockton, MA! One of the greatest things about being part of the knit blogging community is having opportunities to do something positive continually dropped in your lap. Not to mention the inspiration derived from reading about the wonderful things other bloggers and friends of bloggers are inventing, creating, organizing, and doing to increase the balance of good in the world. I feel supremely lucky to have been able to do something so simple and send these little hats off to Ilena. Besides it was fun -- and I actually completed a project. Two! Nothing like a deadline for a good cause to light a fire under your needles. For the record, the photos don't do justice to the colors. The 'eggplant' is a true purple, and the 'pineapple,' whose top spikes I made uneven in an attempt to make it look more organic, is a pale gold and deep olive that, in spite of being totally factually inaccurate, actually manages to perfectly evoke a pineapple. IM(not so)HO.

And because Eris was gracious and patient enough to model the produce (perhaps it would be closer to the truth to say 'too sleepy to object'), I simply must post her pics.


Monday, July 24, 2006

I'm a Loser, Baby

I am a loser blogger. Totally admitted up front. The frustrating thing is, I actually have so much to blog about at the moment! Including knitting content!! Even finished projects! (No, not the corset top -- don't be silly). But I never seem to be in the right place lately. Literally, not metaphorically. I'm at the latest ridiculous temp job, I'm running from a meeting about Weird Sisters films to a meeting about some TV projects I've become involved in, I'm at Monsieur I's place.

Today, I'm all over the place. Metaphorically, not literally. Well, maybe literally too. So until I can get to a place where I can post coherent content (well, as coherent as it gets around here, you know) and pictures of my latest fiber-related adventures, I direct your attention to the following:

The inimitable Yarn Harlot has this to say about writing. Could it be more true? Or more beautifully expressed? I think not. As an actor, I can relate to her post on a wholly different level, for great acting, which at its best looks like and indeed is great play, requires an unimaginable level of work, wasting time, and all kinds of stuff you generally want to avoid to get there.

And this, the lovely and Enchanting Juno's post of several days ago. I was first drawn to the ee cummings quote in the sidebar (note the relevance to the Harlot's post!) and then was roused by this post. Sign me up to live in that world!

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Oh Happier Day!

Look at that. Not totally done, mind you, but all the knitting is done and all the ends weaved in. All that remains ("all" -- haha) to be done is the crochet border, buttons, and blocking. Bonus lilies and hibiscus in the back garden.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Oh Happy Day

The right thing.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

What a swell party this is ...

I went to a wonderful party last night, hosted by Sara, my friend and colleague in this, and full of interesting people hanging out in her beautiful backyard. There were many great things about the party, including the other members of Weird Sisters being there and all of us celebrating the completion of our trilogy of baseball films, PlayBall!; the broad blend of ages represented, from Sara's young daughters to her father; her father's incredible talent at the piano as he accompanied a couple of songbird guests in impromptu concerts (really -- it was like I fell into a 1930's film!); delicious food; lovely weather ... the list goes on.

I, however, added to the evening an unprecedented array of embarrassing moments. The most embarrassing moment was not when, in an attempt to swat at a bug that had started biting me, I inadvertenely flung the grilled turkey burger I had just selected onto the ground. The most embarrassing moment was not even when I seemingly drove Sara's father away from the piano as I suggested a Kurt Weil tune I know, apparently something he did not want to play. No, the most embarrassing moment of all is reserved for the end of the evening, when a young soldier who had been talking to me earlier in the evening about everything from his shooting skills and sports background to my voice over work, searched me out to say goodnight. "So, could I call you some time?" he asked. I stammered, "well, yes, you could call me, but you know I have a boyfriend, right?" "Uh, yeah, ok," he said, "I actually wanted to call you about voice over work."