The Posh and the Hosers

Hey there Kristina!

My latest Beret was turned into a regular hat by accident! I was knitting while eating some awesome thai food and got distracted by spice. No, not a gaggle of actually Spice Girls, or look alike Posh Spice haircuts, I may have been distracted by this sort of cleavage...

Speaking of the Pob, I am just going to bow down and accept her sassy hair and rid my head of this accursed soccer mom do (doo doo.) It's making me very evil. I'm evil enough on my own. I carry a blooded zombie shovel for sheep's sake, I don't need more evil.

One table over was full of business men all computer speaking trying to talk big and pick up chicks. Yes, pick up chicks with their nerd speak lingo. In my haze of thai spice, and joy of lame pick up attempts, the 1 inch of 2x2 rib for her kicky beret pleasure turned into 4 inches of 2x2 rib for a regular old...



Hoser Hat.


Ah, perhaps it will still be a kicky hoser hat. It's in safety orange, so I think I am going to stitch in "Shoot on Sight" into it.

Use of the Word Ass, in the Classic Manner...

Dear Kristina,

Ah yes, the weird use of the word ass. I myself am a purist in the use of the word. As in, I fell on my ass, or I am making an ass of myself. I have recently used the phrase "recycled robot asses." But I was in fact talking about how a plastic bag was so stinky it smelled like it may have been made out of actual robot asses. So, again, real ass, not weird slang ass usage.

Now, you are done with the mosaic for awhile, you've been knitting with piano wire, which in my current evil phase would just temp me to go off the zombies and straight to humans...and you are hitting the stash and going for a crochet pageboy cap?

I'm thinking I may start exclusively knitting zombie/skull/French/Patriotic/Pastry inspired berets and baby sweaters. It sounds totally unrelated, but I'm always hungry, I love the kicky beret, and golly, baby stuff knits up quick, but unlike the piano wire knits, too large to eat.

Sincerely,
Holly B

College Level Bloggers!!!

Dear Kristina,

I have been saying ass a lot on my blog lately. I think that's why I am in, did you say, Junior High? As for our College Level 49th Dimension abilities, it's all the potty talk and beer!

Speaking of beer, when I was a young lass, I would only drink the LaBatt Blue, back when it was imported into the States in the Mighty Green Bottle. They stopped the green bottle and switched to brown sometime in the early 90's. I have been confused ever since. Why did they do that? Do you know? Flavor, money, a Tim Bits conspiracy?

As for crafting in the North, have you moved off the mosaics and back to wool due to all the cold fronts we have been sending your way? I have just finished a kicky beret.

You know, in case I decide to viva le quebec in the near future. Actually it's to hide this bad hair until I can get in and have the rest cut with a straight razor. Really. The bad Brady Bunch Mom hair is letting the evil Holly out. It's fun, but soon I will have no one left to knit with. I will soon be drinking alone.

Which, looks bad.