#allthefilters #allthetime

Yesterday I downloaded a certain popular photography app so I could show off sexy knitting pics to my friends. So I'm gonna get really cross-platform on you all and haiku about my knitting Instagram post.

Ready?

Haiku for "Valencia"

I want a filter,
An "awesome button" for life.
Oh wait, that's called "art."

This heart is half full.

Stay tuned for my tweet about the Facebook post for this blog entry.

RIP Jimmy Crochet

Last night I attended a candlelight vigil for a beautiful person who passed away Saturday. Way, way too soon. We weren't super close, but I was crazy about him anyway. Everybody was, it seems.

I gave him a crochet lesson once. At first he was frustrated with the awkward, new feeling of the hook and yarn in his fingers. I invited him to think about other skills he had mastered--drawing and skateboarding--and how long it took his body to memorize those movements, and to have patience with himself.

As he practiced the chain stitch, we made up an elaborate history and etymology of crochet. He also told me about a high school girlfriend who had tried to teach him. It didn't work out (the relationship or the lesson), and he was determined to learn it now to spite her. I think he was mostly kidding.

Before long, he was on his second row of fairly even single-crochet stitches, so pleased with himself he didn't notice the time. He jumped up suddenly when he realized he was late for an open mic a friend of his was playing at.

Today I just want to be home crocheting mustaches in his memory.

Haiku for A.F.

You learned the chain stitch,
Which was invented in France
By Jimmy Crochet.

This looks a lot like the mustache he sometimes wore.

Knitty Gritty

Haiku for My WIPs

We are a rare breed,
But me and the boys prove it:
Guys who knit are hot.

Stiff Little Fingers

Last night I crocheted white on white while watching Buffy on Netflix for about 4 hours straight because I am on a deadline to complete an art piece I promised to a local nonprofit for their auction, and this is a haiku about it.

Haiku for a Thursday Night Craftathon

Fingers cramping up
Eyes watering from the glare
This better be good

(Season 6, episodes 8 through 12, if you must know.)

Let me crochet about it and get back to you.

Last night, as I wrestled with an array of communication breakdowns, with that June supermoon blasting through my window, I started on the first few rows of what will be a very large sphere.

Haiku for a Super Moon

Capricorn full moon
Challenging my boundaries,
I'll crochet your ass.

Stitch-n-subvert-the-dominant-paradigm

Last night I hosted a rad, queer stitch-n-such, attended by one other person. I unraveled a blanket I had started weaving, and my friend made several inches of progress on a rainbow latch hook rug. We discussed the prevalence of sexually violent language in our everyday vocabularies and sang along to Flood in its entirety.

Fuck destroy the patriarchy! Build a little birdhouse in your soul!

Haiku for March 14, 2013

Asking queer questions
"How do you identify?"
"What does romance mean?"