If anyone actually read this, you may never find me again. In a fit of identity crisis I changed the name and URL of my knitting blog.
We have to do radical things sometimes.
This new blog title and location is inspired my brother-in-law and I being obsessed with the word 'pedestrian' - an adjective that can be both a statement of mobility and banality. Not only does this word define my life and knitting practically (in that I don't drive and walk or catch trains everywhere - most of my knitting is done on the train) it also defines my life (and knitting, I guess) ironically - in that I don't feel remotely pedestrian in the ordinary and banal sense of the word.
Of course, sometimes we all want a little ordinary... and that is part of what my knitting is about too - a comfort, a sort of domestic bliss-i-tude than I can cacoon in. Hand knitted socks are for exactly that.
In another convergence of the ppedestrian and the... pedestrian. On my mammoth early morning in the rain journey to work yesterday - which combined three forms of transportation (foot, train, bus) my purple leather last footwear scuffs got rather wet and discoloured, DISCOLOURED!, my most recent FO. Why, or why did I wear brand new socks to work on a rainy day! I don't know if they stains will come out, but on our next day of natural light I will show you the damaged. I didn't even take a photo of them pre-worn, so I can't even offer a before/after montage. They will still be good tramping socks, but it is pretty devestating.
Anyway, let the new, more ideologiclaly intact blog begin. This week on the train I have knitted a swatch and half a sleeve from Michael Kors fitted Aran tee in the latest Vogue Knitting. I think this project will last the distance.
We have to do radical things sometimes.
This new blog title and location is inspired my brother-in-law and I being obsessed with the word 'pedestrian' - an adjective that can be both a statement of mobility and banality. Not only does this word define my life and knitting practically (in that I don't drive and walk or catch trains everywhere - most of my knitting is done on the train) it also defines my life (and knitting, I guess) ironically - in that I don't feel remotely pedestrian in the ordinary and banal sense of the word.
Of course, sometimes we all want a little ordinary... and that is part of what my knitting is about too - a comfort, a sort of domestic bliss-i-tude than I can cacoon in. Hand knitted socks are for exactly that.
In another convergence of the ppedestrian and the... pedestrian. On my mammoth early morning in the rain journey to work yesterday - which combined three forms of transportation (foot, train, bus) my purple leather last footwear scuffs got rather wet and discoloured, DISCOLOURED!, my most recent FO. Why, or why did I wear brand new socks to work on a rainy day! I don't know if they stains will come out, but on our next day of natural light I will show you the damaged. I didn't even take a photo of them pre-worn, so I can't even offer a before/after montage. They will still be good tramping socks, but it is pretty devestating.
Anyway, let the new, more ideologiclaly intact blog begin. This week on the train I have knitted a swatch and half a sleeve from Michael Kors fitted Aran tee in the latest Vogue Knitting. I think this project will last the distance.
posted by Jenn Martin at 9:07 pm
