Today is the sixth and last day of the Spooky September Challenge. I’ll attempt to answer the question: “Why do you love to be scared?”
It’s not really a question of loving to be scared. There’s a kind of thrill that comes from exploring the unknown. We live in a world where most of the Big Things have been discovered. We have satellites in space that can find a person in a crowd on earth, and the Radio Controlled helicopter has been turned into a much more intrusive toy.
It’s the second-last day of the Spooky September Challenge, and today we’re talking about favourite spooky movies! Here are my picks on a scale that ranges from “spooky” to “scary” and makes pit-stops in “made me jump” and “where’s my movie buddy? I need a hug”.
I have a hard time choosing a favourite spooky creature. I love critters of all kinds. If you really want to creep me out (and thus make me actively avoid a book/movie/whatever) — use insects. I think they hold a very valuable place in our ecosystem and perform a necessary role, but….no. No insects for me.
To get spooky, though….I have three Big Favourites:
Today’s Spooky September Challenge was supposed to be my favourite campfire story, but anyone who knows me well enough is aware that I don’t camp. I haven’t been camping for about fifteen years now, and that last time was supposed to teach me about all the awesome things I’ve missed out on, not being a camper. It was cold and rained almost the entire trip. Seriously. We had to go back into town to get a tarp because nobody brought one. Not my best weekend – only salvaged by good company.
It probably says something that first two “adult” books that I actually fully remember reading were Lovers and Gamblers by Jackie Collins and ‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King. Both provoked almost equally horrified results from the folks who caught me reading them.
Parajunkee’s View has issued a six-day Spooky September Challenge. I figured I’d participate, as there’s nothing I like better than the run-up to Hallowe’en. Seriously, folks, you have no idea how much I love Samhain. I love October 31st so much that I book time off from work to coincide with the day (usually a full week). I love Hallowe’en so much that my significant other is boggled by my enthusiasm for handing out candy at the door.
Day seven: 3rd April. Your knitting and crochet time.
Write about your typical crafting time. When it is that you are likely to craft – alone or in more social environments, when watching TV or whilst taking bus journeys. What items do you like to surround yourself with whilst you twirl your hook like a majorette’s baton or work those needles like a skilled set of samurai swords. Do you always have snacks to hand, or are you a strictly ‘no crumbs near my yarn!’ kind of knitter.
Since I learned how to knit, I feel restless if I don’t have my knitting handy. I generally have at least one, sometimes two (!) projects handy at a time, and not having something to work on, whether or not I actually have the time, drives me up the wall.
I knit at home, watching movies or TV. I’ll knit (or spin) while I wait for dinner to cook. I’ll knit while waiting for doctors, dentists, busses and trains. I knit in line for the movies (I got a good chunk of a sock knit in line for Avatar) I knit my way to Saskatchewan twice, allowing yarn to take over a good portion of the back seats of both a Saturn and a Honda Fit.
I get the most non-household knitting done during lunch hours at work. It’s my way of generally tuning out the world so that I can come back feeling refreshed. Sometimes, when I can’t knit over lunch, I start feeling edgy. This usually happens when I miss several days in a row. It’s not uncommon for co-workers and folks from other departments to recognize me by the fact that I’m the person they see knitting in the break area. Generally they ask what I’m working on, and sometimes I get asked questions about the hows and whys of knitting.
Generally, though, it’s fair to say that I’ll pretty much just knit anywhere that I have the space and enough time to drag out the wool. I generally have a kit ready to grab & go, often containing a sock, any patterns & notes, and a wee kit with stitch markers, a cable hook, needles and such. I usually have a nail-clipper somewhere handy, so I never worry about bringing scissors.
Day six: 2nd April. Something to aspire to. Is there a pattern or skill that you don’t yet feel ready to tackle but which you hope to (or think you can only dream of) tackling in the future, near or distant? Is there a skill or project that makes your mind boggle at the sheer time, dedication and mastery of the craft? Maybe the skill or pattern is one that you don’t even personally want to make but can stand back and admire those that do. Maybe it is something you think you will never be bothered to actually make bu can admire the result of those that have.
I have knit socks, and soldiered on through scarves that never end (like the Dr. Who Scarf), and even tried my hand a colourwork mittens. There’s the odd hat or beret scattered through my collection, and lately, small shawl/shawlettes. There’s one thing, though, that scares me:
Sweaters. Actually, not all sweaters scare me, otherwise I would never have cast on for the February Lady Sweater or considered casting on a sweater for the Husbeast. No…I’m somewhat scared of colourwork sweaters. I’m also somewhat standoffish about cabled sweaters.
Thing is, I find cables and fair isle fussy at the best of times. My Grandmother used those elements to challenge herself, as plain sweaters were a “been there, done that” sort of thing for her. Mum seems to like colourwork as well. Apparently she’s knit Dad a couple of “ski sweaters”, and seems to find them fun. I wish I could find pictures of some of these sweaters, but they’re somewhat hard to come by in my picture collection.
For all I know, I could get the right size needles and yarn, and be off & running. I just find cables time-consuming, and colourwork…well…it’s a lot to juggle.
For now, I think I’ll stick with smaller items. Maybe I’ll work my way up to the sweater.
Write about the fate of a past knitting project. Whether it be something that you crocheted or knitted for yourself or to give to another person. An item that lives with you or something which you sent off to charity.
I don’t know if anyone actually remembers these…but these socks took up a huge chunk of time that I’ll never get back.
Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. It was mainly just a matter of knuckling down and getting them knit. My one regret is that I don’t think I actually took a decent picture of the Black Hole Socks before I sent them off to their new home.
They became my Mum’s socks on Christmas Day, 2010. Mum seems to enjoy it when I show off a new technique of some sort. First it was just learning how to knit socks…then it was socks from the toe up. Now it’s socks with beads. There are a whole bunch of other techniques I’ve learned in the meantime, but it’s always the “big” ones (the more noticeable ones) that get the most attention.
I get little status updates every so often regarding these socks. Apparently Mum’s co-workers had an odd reaction to her black socks with white beads…they thought she’d somehow gotten “studs” onto the yarn.
I’ll bear that in mind the next time I see a Bedazzler on sale for cheap.
Needless to say, Mum still maintains to her friends that she’s wearing beaded socks, and her friends still maintain that she has a closet Harley Davidson fetish.
That’s OK. Someday I’ll snag a picture of the Mukluks my Mum made for me. They’re beaded moccasin boots, for those who are not in the know. Yes, they’re made of real hide and fur…and some of the most incredible beadwork you’ve ever seen.
You see, my Mum doesn’t do things halfway. When she learns a craft, she learns it “authentic”. She also believes one goes big or goes home. She very quickly became sick of green beads. Why?
Her northerly-transplanted Ontarian daughter asked for Trilliums on the boots. Trilliums have a lot of green in the leaves. Just sayin’.
So beaded socks for my Mum? She kinda deserves that kind of special. And now that she’s getting older and less likely to do intricate beadwork?
Day Three: 30th March. Tidy mind, tidy stitches.
How do you keep your yarn wrangling organised? It seems like an easy to answer question at first, but in fact organisation exists on many levels. Maybe you are truly not organised at all, in which case I am personally daring you to try and photograph your stash in whatever locations you can find the individual skeins. However, if you are organised, blog about an aspect of that organisation process, whether that be a particularly neat and tidy knitting bag, a decorative display of your crochet hooks, your organised stash or your project and stash pages on Ravelry.
Tips: Many people use their blogs partly as an organisational tool – logging and cataloguing projects and newly attained skills, projects and modifications. Did you bare this in mind when you began blogging?
There ought to be a sign on my house that says “Yarn lives here”, or “Beware the String”.
I actually meant well. I have a craft room, but it’s full of storage at the moment. Eventually it will be a craft room in the true sense. So that I’d have some room to move things around, I put my “stored yarn” into the basement understair storage.
Of course, that doesn’t include any incidental yarn that might have somehow managed to go on display… (here in a display bowl in the kitchen)
Or my computer desk (which, sadly is very messy and has gone through a half-cleanup in anticipation of moving things to the craft room. Notice the swift and ball winder? Essentials!)
And then there’s the yarn-in-progress.
Personally, for me, I’d say that’s pretty organized.