I can’t stop watching this!
Did you love Twin Peaks? I bet you did. I actually did not…but let me explain! I didn’t see it when it aired, but instead watched it in one marathon viewing ten years later. There was a lot to like, but the timing was bad. For one thing, I was just not in a good headspace. But more importantly, I’d seen ten years’ worth of film and television that came after Twin Peaks. Seeing the original was like looking at a prototype of a way cool invention before the inventor got it working right. (The exact same thing happened to me with Reservoir Dogs. I was unimpressed because I’d already seen alllllll the movies that emulated it.)
BUT ANYWAY. There is a lot to love about Twin Peaks, even if it doesn’t really work for me. Black coffee and cherry pie is my favorite meal. And of course, Audrey’s sweaters are perfection. In fact, the show is full of delightful knitwear (and some that is most assuredly NOT delightful. It WAS the tail end of the 80s, after all.)
I met Leah in 2009 when I started teaching at the local yarn shop where she worked. We hit it off right away and became close friends. She is also a knitwear designer, and we’ve worked together a lot. To my great sadness, we haven’t yet collaborated on a project, but we’ve contributed to each other’s projects in many way. We’ve photographed each other’s samples, and she makes most of my diagrams. We talk yarn and styling and bounce ideas off each other.
When Leah moved to Chicago a couple years ago, I was super bummed. But she has been busy and I’m so excited to share a project she’s working on with another lovely designer, Teresa Gregorio.
Great Northern Knits is a book of knitting patterns based on Twin Peaks. None of the sweaters are lifted from the show, but rather they are all inspired by it.
LOOK AT THAT.
OH MY GOD.
GET ON MY BODY.
They are running a kickstarter campaign to help pay for printing costs. The rewards are FAB. Digital and print copies of the book, individual patterns from both designers as well as many of the best indie designers in the business (including yours truly), delightful yarn bundles, and more! I have backed the project and chosen the hand-painted tote bag reward, but I’m trying to talk Leah into making me a Great Northern mug for my damn fine coffee.
Won’t you please support independent designers and make this collection happen?
I accidentally clicked on a terrible “article” this morning. Between the text and the stock photographs I just had to improve it.
1. He is more interested in something up on the ceiling than in your advances. WHAT IS ON THE CEILING?
2. She’s yelling at you with a megaphone. PUT THE MEGAPHONE DOWN, LADY.
3. He is better at video games than you. Or even worse, he THINKS he is better at video games than you. LET HER HAVE THE CONTROLLER ONCE IN A WHILE, YOU CAD.
4. She pretends not to know you in public. DANGER!
5. She steals your sandwich. HE IS HUNGRY TOO, LADY.
6. You are both just too goth to live.
7. She leans on you when you’re trying to make a shot. WHAT THE HELL LADY HE IS TRYING TO MAKE A SHOT.
8. You are literally screaming in each other’s faces. Also maybe you are both Italian? I mean, look at that gesturing. Actually, you two should probably just go to bed together.
I think I did this properly so it will show suggested videos at the end. There are a ton more. This is my new favorite thing,
*title is a take-off of the title of the sixth (I think) Oz book.
So today we did this:
Grace was mesmerized. When Dorothy is a prisoner and the Wicked Witch turns over the hourglass, I peeked at Grace’s face to see if she was all right. She huffily turned and said, “I’m not afraid of anything!” so I guess that’s that. (She is so fierce. I love her so much.)
A few minutes later I happened on a link to this Wizard of Oz theme park, which has been closed for nearly my entire lifetime but opens to visitors once a year, and this weekend is it.
Then I remembered that once upon a time I wrote some stuff for Blogging.LA about strange Oz-related rumors.
The best part of all of this (other than Grace) is the small worldliness of it all. I met my friend Burns through blogging.la, he introduced me to roller derby, and another ref posted the link that got me looking at blogging.la again.
Yesterday I threw a hissy-fit on Twitter.
I know what you’re thinking, and no, that is not exactly news. Shut up.
I think I can best get across what happened by just showing you. Also I want to play with Storify. (ETA: Storify isn’t playing nice with my template, you might have to scroll down. I think it’s time to change up the look of my blog. It’s been almost seven years!)
Earlier today, my professional comedienne friend, Nina, tweeted:
It’s pretty goddamn brilliant on its own, but I couldn’t resist building upon it:
Of course, Will took issue with my assessment, claiming that I am slut-shaming Samantha and it’s really Carrie who is Slytherin, but that would just be bitch-shaming and is that really any better?
So I was on Facebook earlier, because it is the best place for me to keep up with an old friend who is getting a divorce. And I noticed that the “People You May Know” thingy in the corner was suggesting someone I HATE (or at least, hated when I knew him 15ish years ago) alongside someone I’ve never heard of. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the “See All” link. I know what you’re thinking, and yes; THAT WAS A MISTAKE.
First of all, the next time I looked at the clock three hours had passed.
But seriously, the entire list was people who fit into one of four categories:
- I hate them.
- I have no idea who they are.
- Will went to college with them.
- My mother-in-law.
But do you want to know THE WORST PART? Of course you do.
I kept coming across names that are so familiar. Like I’d see someone named Evan, and based on our mutual friends I’d think, “I wonder if that’s the Evan I went out with once when I was 16,” so I’d click through to his profile, only that doesn’t help because all I remember about that Evan is that he had long blondish hair and a nice mother, and this Evan has short hair that might have once been blonde but who can tell, and Facebook doesn’t know anything at all about his mom.
So that is why I don’t like Facebook.