Social Knitworking

The fashionable folk at Sportsgirl featured this window in the Myer Centre, Brisbane store. I'm a little bit more in love with them now.  See - knitting is cool. As if you didn't already know.

Apparently they've teamed up with Wool and the Gang on some knitting projects and such. Visiting the Wool and the Gang site might be slightly dangerous for me. What with my credit card being so readily to hand and all...

Knitta Please...

I'll admit, I 'borrowed' that title and these images from Hanna Stefanek on Pinterest. It's just so darn witty - and how's this for a great way to keep a tree cosy??

Plus, I just love seeing knitted installations completed guerilla-style...

Stairs have never looked so good. 

Images via Hannah Stefanek at Pinterest

Emily Rickard

Bright splotches of paint? Check. Thrown onto a canvas in a spectacular way? Check check. Emily Rickard - your work makes me smile.

Image from Emmy Rickard Tumblr located via Design for Mankind.

p.s. this post demonstrates effectively how little attention I'm paying to a lecture...

The So Coal Network

Superbly cute...not sure about its veracity though. But if it's on the internet it must be true. Yes?



Found via Meet Me At Mikes

eline van den broeck

As an avid knitter, I love to come across super cute images of knitters.  This lovely piece is by the very talented eline van den broeck, discovered via {wit + delight}.

Instead of listening to lectures tonight, I'll be doing some of this.

I knew a woman...

I had never thought poetry could be saucy, until I read this poem by Theodore Roethke (pronounced Reth key - I had to look that up; ohhh the shame of mispronunciation).

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)


Plus, what a cracking finishing line. I think I'd swoon if someone were to quote this to me, and I'm not the swooning type. Life calls for a little poetry every now and then. Yes?

Don't step on the cracks, or you'll break your mother's back...

No need to worry about that with the cracks filled in like this - how delightful! They really know how to manage those pesky footpath cracks in Paris.

Artist Julianna Santacruz Herrera (spotted via A Cup of Jo) displays more of her work here.

Frankly, it reminds me of the fantastic work that the people of i knit brisbane create. Have a gander at this lovely creations from last winter. If you look closely you can see the heart ring on the other hand.

Hopefully there will be more of this good work in winter around the city. Thanks to Brisbane Times for the photo.