conceptual oyster

the world is my oyster…living in random oyster beds, oceans and marshes worldwide, currently:, New Zealand

Archive for January, 2006

senior glamour

for those of you who need a little sparkle in these dark days of winter…
or those who remember senior drapes, clinique, guy smiley, g.s.jr, or just need a chuckle down memory lane…


my teeth look so big, and note the ET fingers


olympic dreams

seems i am going to be knitting for team italia in the knitting olympics
updates to follow

link to knitting olympics:

team italia:

the project:
‘genovesey’ afgahn

the challenge:
1. getting the project overseas
2. personal handicap (major jet lag)
3. first project with:
a. cabling
b. verticle color change

big bro

looks like good ole american values are everywhere these days.
busy body americans looking for something to fill that chip on their shoulder just can’t mind their own bees wax…gotta sue somebody, raise a fuss…

i can say to americans…shut up! be thankful for what you have and learn to support one another as a nation so we keep our liberties in tact.

speaking of our national liberities…
the 1950s had the beatniks, 1960s and 1970s…flower power…
well, its fiber power for the new millinium…so in it’s honor
and to stamp out those nasty undesireables…
here’s a good old fashioned boycott….

wwjd…what would jerry do

Must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint my love a morning sky, it’s all cold.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains I don’t care, but it’s all right

I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

I see you’ve got your list out, say your piece and kiss off.
Guess I get the gist of it, but it’s all right
Oh well anyway, sorry that you feel that way.

Every silver linings got a touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

It’s a lesson to me, the ablers and the beggars and the thieves
The abc’s we all think of, try to win a little love.
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It’s even worse than it appears, but it’s all right

Cow is giving kerosene, kid can’t read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it’s all right

I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

Shoe is on the hand that fits, that’s all there really is to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit, but it’s all right

Oh well a touch of grey, kinda suits you anyway,
That’s all I had to say, but it’s all right
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.

It’s a lesson to me, the devils and the east and the free
The abc’s we all must face, try to save a little grace.

even though this is an incredibly joyous moment in my life as an oyster (for those who may be guessing, you’ll find out in good time), much like my shell…the late grateful jerry states…every silver lining has a touch of grey. it’s that same ole bitter-sweet chocolate, the yinyang of life, the cutting oyster shell surrounding the succulent delicacy.

the truth shall set you free as we preach in the south, and denial will get me nowhere. i have realised and am in the midst of accepting that i am leaving my country (odd that this is something i dreamed of for years, and i now leave with apprehension). i am not going for a visit to nz, i am moving there.

it’s almost like sending off a loved one at a funeral wake…a feeling of loss, mourning your familiar life. shedding the mundane objects that made your house a home and closing that shell around the delicate oyster.

sure, i’ll be back…but when…and to what…

for now,
oyster girl in the world…hoping for a gentle warm tidal pool to call home.

dog days

Been spending some much needed quality time with my hounds…it’s great. Santa brought them ‘credit cards’ for a day of beautification and the Petsmart groomers…they cashed them in today and got their hair and nails did, in dog world, it’s perfectly acceptable for sam to do this as well as maya.
They (and I) had a blast, they were first doted on for three hours of groomer…they loved it, got a freebie (the neckercheifs), shiney new tags, and a one hour shopping spree. maya was taken with the pink barbie shearling tennis ball, sam showed a little intrest in a furry mallard duck. They were both impressed with the selection of food products
but in the end settled on two cows’ hooves and and gingham sqeaky dog that was completely destoyed within minutes. they were entranced throughout the night.
Today, they seem a bit depressed. Not sure if today is a let down from yesterday, but maybe it’s the dreary weather. They’ve moped around all day, maya barely begged at dinner. I think they are also mad…as I began to make my upcoming travel arrangements.
I hope they will make room for me on the bed…

more sweet than bitter

but here’s a bitter sweet moment:
you know pride and prejudice, the ‘jo sharp singlet’ i had warm fuzzy feelings to…and now on the blog?

well, my mom was bugging me all this time how she wanted one, i started to try and make her one for christmasmas, but didnt’ , and i kept sayin “why dont’ you make yourself one”,,,yado yada.

okay, well, i made the straps too long, and of course when i sewed them on, i sewed them to make sure they would never come undone…so i went to her this morning and asked if she had any idiea how to get them out so i could shrten them, of she was like oh boy,,,,see, by now it’s all felted together. and she said let her try it on…oh gosh, it fits her fantastically…small enough on her that it clings just enough to show shape but not bulge know?!?!?

so long story short, my mom is now the proud owner of the pride and prejudice sjs! and i have no completed handknits to wear (out of the house)…hense the bitter sweet…but it may give the solution to what to do with the sparkly patons crap i got at HL, and relieve the color anxiety i’ve had since my sister said, ‘nice sleeve, but you need to move on from this color…’ in reference to the sleeve completly blocked, now unravelled…cause it was too large…i finally learned the lesson…just do it, check your gauge!

so we {my mother and i} went to ‘thursday night knitters’ at barnes and nobles…we were both skeptical, but i was like what else were we going to do…it was hilariously interesting. not the hippest bunch of knitters, but nonetheless entertaining…

poor mom, she’s really doing well with her fledgling project, but i keep finding dropped stiteches that we missed before, and all i can do is just sew it up…but it’s lionbrand woolease so i can hide it…

check this out for wool

(she tried it on while cooking breakfast, and it’s insideout, but still looks better on her…above, you can see i look like an amorphic worm)


my rather fabulous friend since the first grade is a bagstress.
this means she creates custom handbags, etc… she made this great one of a kind notions case out of kiwiana fabric I brought over from NZ.

it’s great and if you like it too, you can visit her website below and contact her.