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Ahoy mateys! I'm Heather. Bubbo is one of the nicknames my boyfriend has for me. It should be pronounced like you are trying to say 'bubble' but you are smiling too hard to say it right. It is not boo-bo, that's a sign of disease, or bubbA, that is also a sign of disease, just a more subtle one.
I've been crocheting since I was six, so that's 28 years now. If you do the math you will see that at 34 I'm probably too young to have the little anger line between my eyebrows.
I live in Minneapolis with my boyfriend, my 2 dogs, 3 anoles and 1 gecko. I also breed crickets and silkworms but I have no real love for them, I just feed them to the lizards.
Lately I've been trying to work out actually writing down the patterns for the things I make up so that I may 1) share my evil genius with the world or 2) become hysterically wealthy and move to the moon.
Also, I very much want to design a sweater for my tubalump torso. I'm working on it, I have many calculation in the notebook, even some algebra! I do modify sweater patterns when I make them, but still, I'd like to make my own pattern.
Also also, I'm obsessed with stranded and tapestry projects. I've been taking Fair Isle charts and crocheting them and I am deeply in love with it. No, not deeply in love. DIRTY in love. I love the results, I love the process, I love that it's just a graph of squares, no symbols or words or anything, just a picture. I am making a purse that will be felted and if the Fair Isle pattern turns out well I will declare myself Emperor of something and buy the shoes to match.
This is the longest intro. I apologize. Lucky for you I am only half way through my morning coffee or I'd start in on how the crochet hook and my spleen have many things in common.
Also my blog
http://velvet-c.com/
has crochet stuff in it but mostly I talk about my dogs, things I hate and pie.
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I'm just sitting here contemplating my spleen and drinking bad airport coffee. Go figure!
Welcome aboard.
Kim
Fueling the crochet revolution...
I'm not contemplating my spleen, but I am enjoying an awesome cup of coffee. You see, I should never make coffee when I first wake up. The first pot sucked this morning, but by the time I got back from my little walk, my husband had made fresh coffee, palatable coffee. Bless his heart.
So, here I sit, with an awesome cup of coffe.
mmmmcoffee
I make my own coffee because I have no faith in anyone else to make it strong enough.
Hardcore? Hardcore is for babies. I'm HOOKCORE!
And now I'm drinking orange juice in the next airport on my trip. (OJ being my beverage of choice when frequenting tiny spaces filled with coughing people when I've only had four hours of sleep.) But soon: a soy chai latte to take on my next flight. Yummm.
Fueling the crochet revolution...
I drink a lot of water and scratch a lot. People are suspicious of scratchers, they try to avoid them. Sometimes I crochet, but that invites comments. I'm a surly flier.
Hardcore? Hardcore is for babies. I'm HOOKCORE!
I love fair isle patterns. Especially when stolen and adapted to what many knitters call a heathen art....
its amazing.
I'm glad you feel the same way.
also...
I hate coffee! (:
I love heathen art!!
Have you considered talking to your doctor about your dislike of coffee? There have been many medical advances in the field lately. I think it's time you let science help you. Coffee is good for you, it is loaded with essential elements and alkaloids! I start every day with 4 shots of espresso (finishing it off as I type this) and then go from there!
Hardcore? Hardcore is for babies. I'm HOOKCORE!
LOL- I am a slave to my morning java.... but my favorite indulgence is strong iced coffee with cream, sugar, and more sugar.
And I just read that a daily dose of dark chocolate is good for you too!! I need nothing else in life now.
bubbo- your tag line (hookcore) cracks me up every time. have a great day!
I am addicted to nothing else but crochet. Liquor, cigarettes, crack, jujubes, all of it as easily put down as picked up!
I started smoking again about a year before my divorce. Smoked for 4 years and then last year just didn't buy another pack when the last one ran out. Didn't even notice! Coffee on the other hand, if I don't get some form of caffeine in me by 10am, it gets ugly.
oh, also, going to make gloves with HOOK CORE on the knuckles
Hardcore? Hardcore is for babies. I'm HOOKCORE!
>, going to make gloves with HOOK CORE on the knuckles
What, no tattoos on the knuckles?!
Actually, here is a serious question. Is there anything that, if we DID tattoo it on your knuckles (hands, wrists, whatever) would help us keep track of stitches???
I mean on OUR knuckles ... it's hard to see how having something tattooed on YOUR knuckles would help ME keep track...!
Almost everyone I've dated has been surprised that I don't have tattoos and I am not pierced. Someday I'll get a dinosaur tattoo, but I don't know.
I'm pretty sure that if I got something tattooed on my knuckles it would only take a few "reminder sessions" with my knuckles to make you keep track of things...
Hardcore? Hardcore is for babies. I'm HOOKCORE!
I'm pretty sure that if I got something tattooed on my knuckles it would only take a few "reminder sessions" with my knuckles to make you keep track of things...
At least crocheters don't go around threatening people with pointy sticks ... some of those knitters might be pretty scary.
I was at a yarn store with my boyfriend one weekend. In the back room they were having a knit session. The conversations were varied and loud and weird (the litigious nature of Somali immigrants, situations in which anesthesia will kill you during surgery). They moved on to what you could bring on an airplane. They were relieved that the TSA was allowing them to bring knitting needles on the planes again. They agreed it was stupid to think you could kill someone with a knitting needle.
One of the ladies piped up and described in great detail exactly how to kill someone with a knitting needle. GREAT DETAIL. Even I was impressed. Basically you have to jam it with great force into the xiphisternal notch and drive it upwards at a 45 degree angle. Of course you'd have to actual find the xiphisternal notch, if you go too low you won't hit anything important, too high and you just jam it into the sternum which will hurt but hardly kill anyone.
I was highly amused by the conversation but the other ladies grew very quiet after that.
Hardcore? Hardcore is for babies. I'm HOOKCORE!
Quiet, I'll bet! Watch it get quiet around here for a little while!!
"Step AWAY from the pointy sticks, please." (I'm pretty sure the xiphisternal notch is defined by the xyphoid process (which itself was probably invented by Zaphod's cousin). The xyphoid process is where CPR trainers used to have you start measuring up from -- two fingers' width up from the xyphoid process is the proper place to do the chest-punches (uh, compressions) to get somebody's heart started again. I recently re-upped my CPR training and was told that all xyphoid-process-two-fingers malarkey was just because they weren't allowed to say "nipples" in the olden days (that would be, maybe, 1992?).
Meanwhile, I stole time away from editing stuff about NIPS and NIDS (nothing to do with CPR), and finished the round that separates the sleeves from the body in my top-down raglan-style top. Yay!
Yeah, we learned the xyphoid finger thing too. I think I'll just mumble nipple for a while. In David's recent CPR class they told them to pretty much stick to chest compressions and not worry so much about the mouth to mouth.
Hardcore? Hardcore is for babies. I'm HOOKCORE!