Watching Yourself Is Painful. Trust Me.

Gentle reader,

I always say that I’m going to keep my posts regular, and I have only the most honest of intentions to prove that statement true, but inevitably I get sidetracked.

One of the things that has sidetracked me this time I hope is a forgivable distraction: the first episode of the Stitchonomy podcast!

Let me just tell y’all, watching yourself over and over is the most painful thing I can think of right now. I’ve done theater and such, and I’ve even made a few youtube videos before, but first of all, on stage you don’t have to watch yourself and secondly my youtube videos were me being silly. But when you have to just be yourself and then watch your mannerisms over and over while editing… well, I was sick of the sight of myself.

That aside, I’m quite happy with it, and we’re even having a giveaway! Go join our Ravelry group here and then comment with a suggestion for a KAL or CAL in the competition thread and you could win a hank of Morris Pure yarn. Beyond that, feedback and comments are always appreciated.

I start regular posts again soon, promise!

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Cheers, Big Ears

Gentle reader,

It has been very remiss of me for not posting sooner. I have taken on a casual office job on top of my yarn store job, and between those two and teaching, I’ll not have a single day off for two weeks! Eeep! I have many things on the go which I can’t wait to show you, but they had to go on the back burner while I finished off my Pa’s birthday present.

Some background… my immediate family has many in-jokes and sayings that make rather little sense to anyone else, and many of those are what you might say are call-and-response style things in so far as certain expressions require a certain reply. One of these is a farewell that Pa and I often use, usually at the close of a phone conversation. One of us will say “Cheers, Big Ears!” to which the somewhat… colorful… response is “F*$k you, Noddy!”. Apologies for the cussing! I have no idea where the expression came from – I suspect it’s an old pub toast perhaps – but it tickles us. We will often try to incite the other to say the Noddy half of the exchange in the most inappropriate of places (Pa has the trophy so far – he managed to get me to say it quite loudly in the university library during study week).

Noddy & Big Ears (Mr Pod in the background)

And so, in the spirit of Subversive Cross Stitch, I decided that this would be an excellent birthday present for my kooky father (and I will not lie, the ‘sequel’ for his Christmas gift is something I’m looking forward to!)

Poor Noddy...

Next up is Mothers’ Day, but I don’t think I will be making anything for that (I have a gift picked out already), so I will have plenty to show you soon. Until then, hug your folks if they’re there to be hugged!