Friday, 11 November 2011

Remembering what this day is.

So over on Facebook and a few other social networking sites I was starting to notice something a little disconcerting. People posting or reposting status updates that were basically along the lines of 'Soldiers fought for this country, if you don't like this country, get out' or 'If my poppy offends you, get the F#@k out of the country'.

This kind of sickens me. That people would use Remembrance Day as a way of furthering intolerance for anyone whose views differ from theirs. Intolerance for people who dislike injustices in political policy or in cultural 'norms' that are just thinly veiled excuses for racism.

Seriously people? Seriously? That's what you are taking from Remembrance Day? I think the thing that really disgusts me the most about people spouting this shit is that the people doing it are the people least likely to stand up and make the kind of sacrifices that war veterans made for their country. Or even have the kind of courage it takes to be one of those people that go against the norms to speak out against injustice - the people that they 'want out of the country'.

That's not what our forefathers fought for. In fact, they fought against intolerance and racism. So people who use Remembrance Day as a means of being overly 'nationalistic' (read: rascist), not only make themselves look like narrow-minded bigots, but they are basically spitting in the face of those who actually did fight in wars for their freedoms.

Anyway. I made a status update about this yesterday, and made this image below as a kind of catharsis.



Lest we forget.....

Saturday, 1 October 2011

New Obsessions Are Old School

So I've always had a crafty bent, as folks would probably know by now, but the last few months this has taken a new turn with the discovery that I love crocheting.

I FREAKING LOVE IT!

When I started my obsession with yarn crafts a few years back, I was determined to teach myself to knit. I was able to manage the basics - cast on, knit, purl, bind off - which meant I became adept at making flat square or rectangular pieces. This is all well and good, but it gets a bit dull. I made a couple of lovely scarves, and then realised, that was all I could make. Trying to attempt to shape a piece, or add colours etc, usually left me with a big ball of tangled discombobulation. Obviously, this made me feel a bit let down with myself and led to me putting away the needles for a while.

Then I remembered that a friend of mine (The lovely and talented Boogybunny, whose work you can check out here) had sent me a wedding present that included - along with some knitting needles and a great book on knitting - a crochet hook. So I fished it out and consulted youtube for some tutorial videos.

Within a few days I had grasped the first few stitches, and the simple logic of the whole process meant that it was quite easy for me to pick up other, more advanced techniques quite quickly. I started to find myself picking up yarn and hook whenever I found a free moment and soon had a nice little collection of pretty dish-cloths and other assorted items. I was even able to whet my 'Doctor Who' fan-girl whistle with a cute little mini Tardis

      
L-R: Skippy in her Norwegian House Slippers; Blanket Bag/Bolster Cushion Cover; Mini TARDIS; Black and Purple Handbag.

Most of my designs so far have been freehand works that I made up as I went along, which for me has been an awesome way to learn new techniques without the fear of ruining a pattern, or ending up far from where I should have been. The Norwegian House Slippers, on the other hands, are an old scandinavian design that are super easy and quick to make, and require nothing more than the very simplest single crochet stitch. (Word of advice though, just be sure you measure the intended feet before-hand or you end up with giant floppy things that don't even fit your husbands enormous hooves, and that you later have to stitch up in weird and wonderful ways so that they stop flying off every time he walks through the house. Although admittedly, they now look like they have go-faster racing stripes on them which is pretty cool and shit.)

Now my mind seems to be constantly thinking about what I can crochet next. I'm a bit of a practicalist in that, for me, a piece has to have some other function about the place other than just being pretty. (Except for TARDISes of course. TARDISes always have a use. They are useful at being awesome.) I'm also finding myself enjoying the process of intarsia colour work, and coming up with new and fun little designs. My second attempt at intarsia was actually a little skull that I planned out on some graph paper first. He turned out nice an evil looking, I think you'll agree.


Click here for a simple pattern of this charming fella.

I really want to make a whole bunch of similar squares and stitch them together into a red and black skull bed-spread for our double bed. But then I got distracted with the idea of a TARDIS scarf for winter...

But that's another post for another time.


Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Dear Grumpy Man

Dear Grumpy-Man-At-The-Supermarket-Who-Ran-Into-Me-Then-Told-Me-Off-For-'Not-Looking-Where-I-Was-Going':

I get that you're grumpy, I really do. Hell I am most of the time too. Especially when I have to be around other people who are grumpy and rude.  But when you blame me for something I didn't do, I am going to get revenge.

My revenge was not the moment when I laughed at your little outburst, instead of getting all frightened by you, like you obviously wanted me to do.

My revenge was not even when I went out of my way to make sure I beat you to the checkout line with my basket of 'many things', while you stood and huffed and sighed loudly behind me with your simple 'two things'.

It wasn't even when I ever so slowly unpacked my things onto the conveyor belt, all under your grumpy watchful eye.

No, my revenge was when I turned to you, smiled politely and asked if you would like to go through the checkout ahead of me.

The look of shame and utter self-loathing you had on your face at that moment was bliss. Your mumbled thanks and abashed apology as you shuffled past me like a chastised schoolboy made the whole experience worthwhile.

Now, fuck off and be a grump somewhere else, or I'll be nice to you again and I'm not sure your tiny, grumpy little pea-brain would be able to deal with that. Arsehat.

Your new pal

Lee Lee

Saturday, 5 February 2011

You know you've been in Denmark too long when......

Found this here, and just had to share cause it made me smile a bit.

YOU KNOW YOU'VE BEEN IN DENMARK TOO LONG, WHEN:

1 You think there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing.

2 You don't think it strange that no one ever comes by to visit without being invited and you never show up at any one's place unannounced either.

3 You understand why not every type of meat can be put together on top of bread.

4 You wouldn't dream of coming even 10 minutes early to a party. (Once around the block is always an alternative)

5 The word "yes" is an intake of breath.

6 You find yourself lighting candles when you have guests - even if it is brightly sunny outside and 20 degrees.

7 Can't remember when to say "please" and "excuse me".

8 The first thing you do on entering a bank/post office/pharmacy etc. is to look for the queue number machine.

9 You accept that you will have to queue to take a queue number.

10 You can tell the difference between a Grøn Tuborg and a Carlsberg beer

11 When a stranger on the street smiles at you, you assume that:
        a. he is drunk;
        b. he is insane;
        c. he is American;
        d. he is all of the above.

12 Silence is fun.

13 It no longer seems excessive to spend 800 kr. on alcohol in a single night.

14 You know that "religious holiday" means "let's get pissed".

15 You use "Mmmm" as conversation filler.

16 You go to the supermarket and buy three good beers and 10 not too good ones.

17 You have only two facial expressions, smiling or blank

18 Traditional dinners may not necessarily mean a cooked meal.

19 You forget how to open canned beer.

20 You honestly believe that the distance between Copenhagen and Aalborg is long.

21 You will leave a pub if you can't find a seat.

22 Your wardrobe no longer has suits but blue shirts and mustard colored sports jackets and lots of denim.

23 You don't mind paying the same for a 200-metre bus ride as you do for going 10 kms.

24 You don't look twice at businessmen in dark suits wearing white sport socks.

25 You can open a beer bottle with almost anything.

26 You are very surprised when you receive compliments about ANYTHING - including your appearance/clothing! In fact when you do, you find it suspicious and start thinking they might have ulterior motives.

27 You've completely forgotten what a "date" is - no one ever comes to pick you up and unexpected gifts are VERY unexpected.

28 You think its normal to pick up a girl in a pub, walk her to her bike and ride with her back home.

29 You think its impolite to sit next to someone in a bus if there is a bench where you can sit on your own.

30 You know the meaning of life has something to do with the word "hyggelig".