I found myself at 8:30 tonight with nothing blogged yet. I planned to ask an important question, but it involved a photo I never took, so it didn’t work out.
Solution?
I drank half a bottle of wine and then had everyone I made dinner for (sweet corn, garlic baked tempeh and potato salad, FYI) help me out. I interviewed Mr. NotCharles (questions totally stolen from here) and have a little guest segment from Miss Superfink. Enjoy!
What is your favorite thing about my knitting?
Mr NotCharles: It gives you something to do while I’m working.
What is your least favorite thing about my knitting?
Mr NotCharles: When you get frustrated when things aren’t working out right.
What is something I have knitted that you recall as being good?
Mr NotCharles: Well…ummm, lots of stuff. I like really that gold shawl, and the first hat you knit me. Oh, and Babette!
Do you think knitters have an expensive hobby?
Mr NotCharles: Hmm, not compared to some. People who buy and restore classic cars have an expensive hobby.
Do you have any hobbies?
Mr NotCharles: Yes.
What are your hobbies?
Mr NotCharles: I was hoping I could leave it at yes. I play a lot of games and I collect crappy books.
If we compared money spent on hobbies, who would win?
Mr NotCharles: Hard to say. I’d say you spend more, but not by much.
Has my knitting in public ever embarrassed you?
Mr NotCharles: No! (He seemed astounded by the very idea.)
Do you know my favorite kind of yarn?
Mr NotCharles: Your favorite kind of yarn? I guess Fleece Artist?
Can you name another blog?
Mr NotCharles: You mean another knitting blog?
Yes.
Mr NotCharles: Yarn Harlot,
Any others?
Mr NotCharles: Fuzzy Mitten… and Ysolda‘s blog? I don’t know what it’s called.
Do you mind that I want to check out yarn stores everywhere we go?
Mr NotCharles: No. It gives us something to plan around. It’s a point of constancy.
Do you understand the importance of a gauge swatch?
Mr NotCharles: Well, yes. You knit a swatch to test how the knitting’s going to go before you start the entire project. It measures the distance between each stitch on your needles compared to how big the pattern says it should be.
Do you read this blog?
Mr NotCharles: Yes. I don’t read all the comments, but I read the blog.
Have you ever left a comment?
Mr NotCharles: I think so.
No, you haven’t. Not my wordpress blog.
Mr NotCharles: Oh.
Do you think the house would be cleaner if I didn’t knit?
Mr NotCharles: Depends on what else you would do with your time. No, I don’t think you’d spend all that time cleaning.
Is there anything you would like to add in closing?
Mr NotCharles: Umm… man I wasn’t expecting open ended questions.
(That went much better than I thought it would. I’m so proud. It seems he actually does pay attention when I talk! Let’s move on to Superfink…
“Suuuure I’ll write for your blog!”
Hi there ladies and gents. I’m Taylor of superfink fame, here doing a guest spot for Amanda’s amateur blog night. I’ve had a bit of wine and let me just tell you, I’m ready and rearing to go. I wanted to comment on something Amanda’s been working on, knitting-wise, but when confronted with her latest project I said, “so, ok, what is this? This is a thing.” There lies my vast knowledge of knitting. But despite the fact I don’t know anything about needles or yarns doesn’t mean I don’t have an appreciation for the art that gets Amanda’s juices flowing.
In the above picture, I’m actually wearing one of her creations – a floppy beret. It was the softest, most cranially fitted and pleasurable beret experience that I’ve ever had. I remember the first thing Amanda ever knit me was a choker with an amazing vintage button in the middle. It was gorgeous and it came in the mail at a time when I lived alone in a neighborhood far from my friends and survived exclusively on poptarts and cinnamon toast crunch. It was a ray of light in an otherwise dark time.
This was before I’d ever met Amanda. She so graciously opened her home to me two summers ago when I sent her an email saying I was coming in two weeks. I ended up staying for a month and needless to say, we became like sisters. Montreal made me into a new woman. For proof, watch this youtube video.
And it’s not just Amanda who has immersed me in knitting. My friend Barbara (aka Fuzzy Mitten) has brightened my life with not one, but two incredibly cute and beautifully made knit owls. There’s nothing I’ve loved more living in Montreal than coming to girl’s night and hearing the click of needles as some new and exciting creation grows from a ball of yarn. My own fingers might not cooperate when I try to put needle to yarn but admiring the art has become a big part of my life in the last two years.
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