Fluffy and F'ugly

While the mojo is low, I've been slow-motoring with little presents to send to UK - neck warmers, scarves etc - all good things to use up the stash and for knitting on the train. And I'm chugging away at the Donkey blanket - I think it's going to take me 6 months to be honest.

I mentioned last week I had a disastrous piece of knitting to show and tell. There are 100 reasons why I'm frogging this attempted shrug: IT'S TOO FLUFFY x 20, IT'S F'UGLY x 30, IT'S BLOODY AWFUL x 50. In fact I think this is to blame for the lack of knitting motivation. At some point I HAVE to learn that not all rules are to be broken and following knitting patterns with correct gauge will more often than not result in FO!!! You tell in my defeated posture that as much as I like the yarn and am psyched for ADULT project - it turned out as good as Iceland's banking industry. So I'm winding it up and putting the yarn to the side for now - hell even PJ can't look at it!

Before I wheel out the Mighty E to wind up the kidsilk, I want to write about the play I went to a few weeks ago with lovely Lara/Deon/Jenny/Alan. The Dentist Chair is another play from the group, The Indian Ink Theatre Company, who also did Krishna’s Diary. The music was composed & performed by a friend's wee brother Dave Ward (well he’s not that wee now but I’ll always think of him like that!) - here's his other bit of webbie-ness. The play is about a troubled dentist, his wife, the flirty, buck-toothed cleaner (hey I thought Madonna made that cool?) and the ghost of the first man to die in the electric chair. Full of human guilt and indecision - it's a dark laugh seriously -I’m terrible at summing up plays - so just go see it. It’s a small cast with the 2-piece band paying onstage and part of the acting cast. There is this lovely “O Brother Where Art Thou” feeling about it with the eclectic, folky, banjo-and-double-bass music from Dave.

HOORAY - got tickets to Big Day Out 2009 to see Neil Young with TTP!