This is the last post here on tattingmydoilies.blogspot.com. But here through the miracle of the iframe element you can see what happened after I moved to WordPress! If this makes you dizzy, here's a link to the blog's new digs.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I'm moving this blog over to Wordpress, and it feels like it's time to split things up a little bit. I started Tatting my Doilies back in the spring of 2007 as a place to talk about all of my creative adventures. I gardened, sewed, cooked, godparented, built bicycles, rode them really far, covered our back fence with clothespins, and, much to the chagrin of the lacemakers who've stumbled on to my posts over the years, still haven't learned to tat. "Tatting My Doilies" used to be my self-deprecating shorthand for my creativity and artmaking, and part of my intention when I started this blog was to flip that within myself by sharing my creativity with the universe.
Through the crafting blogosphere (doesn't that word already sound so dated?), I started to find an audience, and my knitting really took off. Ariadne dared me to start writing down my patterns, and I did. I started submitting my designs to Knitty. I got inspired by pre-Ravelry etsy sellers like CraftyHedgehog and HansiGurumi to start selling my patterns as pdfs instead of giving them away, and started obsessively reading CraftBoom.
For a couple weeks after I published my squid pattern I tried selling patterns straight from the blog, but that felt tacky so I built my own site. Tattingmydoilies.com - A totally hard name to remember unless you already know what tatting is, and if you do know what tatting is, you're probably hoping tattingmydoilies sells patterns for, oh, I don't know .... tatted .... doilies? Knitted squids? Uh, not so much.
So two summers ago I stuck "tatting my doilies" into an anagram server, and out popped "Molting Yeti." I thought the name had a very New York Times crossword puzzle feel to it - 11 down: "The abominable snowman with its hair falling out?" MoltingYeti is where I teach people how to make things out of hair - that's way closer! Plus it felt really fun and goofy, and my designs are all about making knitting fun.
So here I am a few years later. My designs have been published in Knitty, Interweave, Creative Knitting, Yarnforward, and a couple of books. I started showing my work as art and teaching at yarn festivals. I launched KnitsyBitsy last fall to connect woolly critters directly with loving adoptive homes, and spent just about every free moment of December selling hand-knit stuffed animals at craft fairs. I cut back the hours of my day job so I could devote more time to my creative endeavors, and started trying super hard to figure out how to make my creativity support me. As I've gotten better at this, more and more folks are tuning in, and this is starting to feel like a professional, "Hey! Look what I made!" blog where most of the time I talk about my knitting designs, and festivals and craft shows and fiber art.
But I still want to talk about lots of other things, too, things that don't always fit with a knitting blog. Like Helen Adam and countertenors and Tycho Brahe and ancient greeks using trigonometry to figure out the distance from the moon to the bottom of a well and smashed watermelons on the subway platform and how people still assume I'm a woman on the phone . So I'm moving things around.
If you're just here for the knitting, moltingyeti.wordpress.com is the spot for you.
If you're here for the everything else factor, and tune out every time I start talking in secret knitters code, tattingmydoilies.wordpress.com is the new place to be.
And by all means, read me both places!
I've divided things up and imported a bunch of the old posts into Wordpress, but this site will stay up as an archive, too. If you've been following along in a blog reader, the RSS feed is now pointed to moltingyeti.wordpress.com. Here's the moltingyeti feed link, just in case. The RSS for the new Tatting My Doilies is over here.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Now the pictures! I found all of these spirals when I was putting together my handouts for Mirabilis class. I've been saying for a long time that the spirals I'm so obsessed with occur all over the place in nature - here are a few:
Friday, February 5, 2010
Apparently, the inedible, gloppy, poor little buggers swim at the same level as crabs and lobsters, so they're getting trawled up in the same nets. You can read the whole news story here from the Telegraph in the UK.
And my new favorite, here's a screenshot of Google Images when you look for blobfish pictures:
... which of these creatures is not like the other?
Now I have that old Shonen Knife song about the Bison stuck in my head - who else could write a bubblegum pop song about animals going extinct? - except now it's about he blobfish. I couldn't find the whole song online, but you can hear half of it here on Amazon: here.
We're only making plans for / Da da dirty dirty [blobfish]
We don't like him so much / 'Cos he's very very ug ug ugly
We're only making plans for/ Da da dark brown [blobfish]
He has a right to live / though he's Ill ill ill ill-shaped
He's on the way to extinction
We only want what's best for hi-i-i-im
Bear up [blobfish] never say die! [x4]
Buck up, Blobfish!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God,
around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
And I still don’t know:
am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?
Rilke – 1909
This is the piece I did for the YarnTheory show at the PS122 gallery, and it'll be on display along with some new work at the confluence of artistry and math exhibit at the Pittsburgh Knit & Crochet Show this February.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Anyway, I made it through my workday pasty-mouthed and un-slept, and dropped my packages off at the post office. My friend Wikipedia told me about microsleeps, where you fall asleep for a sliver of time even though you think you're awake. It happens all the time when people are driving. I often feel like it happens to me when I get off the elevator at work. Grey windowless hallway, grey windowless doors, ten minutes late, trudge trudge.
Fort Mason is right by the water - you can see Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge from the top of the hill there. It was really quiet and dark, and raining a little bit like it does in the winters in Portland - like fog that's falling, just enough wetness to make you blink a lot. I hadn't walked very far when there was a skunk in the road.
I stood there for a minute or two, soaking up the quiet and staring at the skunk. I had this bonkers impulse to send a text message to my sweetheart right then, "hey, I'm staring at a skunk," or even to Twitter it to my 98 adoring squid fans. Which made me think of a year or so ago when Facebook statuses used to be all in the third person and one night I came out of my bedroom and stepped in cat barf and instantly imagined myself typing "just stepped in cat barf" into Facebook. I'll admit it was mostly my fear that the skunk might notice me beeping away on my cell phone that stayed my thumb.
I had a similar run-in with wildlife a few years ago, when I went on a bike trip for my 31st birthday and saw a bear ambling down the road towards me near the Delaware River Gap as I sat on the guardrail eating my lunch. I was scared that time, and I forgot what you're supposed to do if you see a bear - is it make a lot of noise, or stay deathly still? Tromp tromp tromp comes the bear down the road in no particular hurry. Finally it notices me and freaks out its own self and goes crashing into the bushes. Yikes. A month later I read on the BOB list about a cyclist bombing downhill in a triathlon and crashing into a bear. The cyclist went flying, her bike skidded down the road, and the bear scampered off.
Anyway, I looked at the skunk for a while and tried not to think about text messages or New York City or the internet or my squid empire and just be still for a second, and finally I thought maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be hanging out ten feet away from needing to take a bath in tomato juice, so I turned around and went home.
The next morning I headed down the hill to Renegade, conveniently located 100 yards downhill from the hostel on the piers. I met Monica and Elizabeth from Applesauce, who I split booth space with. They make super-rad kids clothes out of upcycled vintage fabrics that you should totally check out. I set up my table just the way I liked it, and took a couple pictures for posterity, but when I hit review, the screen said "no card in camera". Ugh! I did take this one from my phone, but that's all I've got.