Grey Banshee

The exploits of a Fiber Artist & Acupuncturist and her faithful four-legged companions.

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Montana may be Big Sky Country but so far, Washington has had some pretty damn big sky. #roadtrip

motleycraft-o-rama:

By Cerulean Sarah, on Ravelry.

I am insanely in love with this pattern. Adding to queue and swooning…

Squinting at the sun, Painted Canyon, ND. Friday, August 30. #roadtrip

tapdancers:

Keeping The Same Tabs Open For 9 Days Straight Because They Contain Information Relevant To Tasks You’re Too Lazy To Complete - A novel by me

Days? pffffffft. Try months. 

I may have a problem…

(via knitmecrazy)

Made it to Billings, MT. See you in Portland tomorrow, folks. #roadtrip

podkins:

Another colourful crocheted garland found over at the fab blog Ing-Things.

Any knitters out there got some favourite garland patterns? 

(via stitchesandhos)

gossamersong:

garnetk:

(via Ravelry: gbina’s Me Entrelac)


Queueing a bunch of stuff, setting myself free to delete things I no longer have a passion for. (There were like 69 drafts in there or something; silliness.)

This is not one of those things. LOOK AT IT, just look at that sucker.

This might be the only thing that would convince me to do entrelac again. I fucking hate entrelac. 

Once on the T, a woman sitting next to me stopped my hand. Actually grabbed my hand and told me I was doing it wrong, that I wasn’t finishing the rows (as is one’s wont when doing entrelac). For a brief second, I almost listened to her because several years earlier on the T, an old Russian woman who spoke no English tried to show me that I was twisting my stitches, and I didn’t understand her. I went back to knitting as I had before, it was only a month or so later, when I had to ktbl that I realised that that’s all I had been doing. I wish I could thank that lovely Russian woman for trying to show me, and slap the woman who grabbed my hand and tried to fuck up my entrelac. 

(via 6knitter6)

The Grove one last time. Last night’s dinner. Excited for the next adventure and so fucking sad. #winnipeg #winterfell

jontronshat:

wentdog:

The ’50s were fucked up man.

*tries this at next house party*


I can’t believe this. Beca & Ben need to see this.

jontronshat:

wentdog:

The ’50s were fucked up man.

*tries this at next house party*

I can’t believe this. Beca & Ben need to see this.

(via knitmecrazy)

afatfox:

I absolutely cannot wait for autumn.

Top row yarn, a small farm in Montana, featured on Brooklyn Tweed’s blog.

Second row, both: featured lots on tumblr, but I wasn’t able to find a pattern or image source. 

Third row: featured lots on tumblr, but I wasn’t able to find a pattern or image source. 

Fourth row Left: Paper Moon Socks, Knitty

Fourth row Right: Marvellous Mittens.

Fifth row socks: Sin Miendo.

Sixth row:  featured lots on tumblr, but I wasn’t able to find a pattern or image source. 

Seventh row: Sweater from Forever 21, according to this blog.

This took me maybe 20 minutes tops. Cite your sources. Help other makers, designers, and photogs get credit for their work. This is one those instances where tumblr & pinterest fail. Cite shit. It ain’t hard. As you were. 

(via yarnaddiction)

I can’t believe it’s my last day in #Winnipeg. Total denial. #ywg #winterfell

Plying time. #handmade #handspun #yarn #yarnie #yarnmakers #merino

Hannibal Jesus. AnteChrist. Deer Jesus. #graffiti #streetart #ywg #winnipeg #winterfell

theweatherbeingcold:

200dollargod tagged me. How cool. I never get tagged. Although tobaeus tagged me for the 10 books (and gosh darned I forgot To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis. I luff that book. All the luff!). So I’ve experienced a little tagging kismet.

1) Being tagged for a thing. Totally…

I love you & reading this made me happy. I have a new address, and phone number. Moving to Portland this weekend. Love you & I need to skype when I settle, if you have time. B & I will be apart for 4 months & I will need some sane-making. 

This is especially perfect for a day like today, when both cats have expelled the contents of their stomachs, once on me. While asleep. I repeat, cats are assholes. 

Thank you to the writer of this article for making me feel like less of a jerk.