It's all relative folks

Ok, so here I was thinking that I was officially an obsessive perfectionist. It says so on the sidebar there >


I checked out Eunny .

And it turns out I’m not.

Not really.

How is that kind of perfection possible?

So I'll just leave you with some instructions from the Kappo dashi packets. Enjoy!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

i was once a purlist, and a perfectionist (until I took up rattlesnake milking) and it still haunts me, keeps me up at night. I do want to say how compelling your knitting site is, how compulsive I've become to read your daily notes (purls of wisdom). How's Agatha? I'm thinking (hoping) you may some day knit a smock for her to protect her from the next hail.

30 August 2006 at 2:17 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am 'Dream Wever', by the way. That is, my name is 'Dream Weaver' - a name given to me by a league of Purlists brought together by the joy of the knit many years ago in a place far away from yours. I am old now, but my heart still lies with this tightly bonded group whose passion for covering all things with woven wool had no boundaries. Christo was one of us, as was martha Graham, although she became fond of stretch acrylics and abandoned our sessions - too much a modernist.

All the others are currently dead, but for me.

30 August 2006 at 2:27 am  
Blogger Carson said...

thanks i'm thinking a tentacled smock in some sort of nasa-engineered carbon fibre might be best for poor agatha..really she aint lookin good!

31 August 2006 at 11:31 am  
Blogger Carson said...

ah yes..martha martha martha!
when exactly did she turn away from noguchi and into acrylic macrame?
hmm...macrame..more on that in upcoming posts.
ps thank you for your concern about agatha, and for your feedback on the blog. i'm glad you're enjoying the mad rambling

1 September 2006 at 10:10 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dream Weaver here
I spent today weaving quiet spells around the garden and planted seven agarva versions of agatha (perhaps agatha is, in fact, a purebred agarva - must consult my succulent sources.) My partner, Braid Fluff, brought them home having stolen them from a back yard lane and cussed all the while whilst I just perservered and dreamt (I dream always) of purling a gag for which to quieten the noise.

Does your goat cuss?

1 September 2006 at 5:07 pm  
Blogger Carson said...

cuss? no..strict baptist upbringing there. lapsed now of course.
the goat does wonder a lot though..some (well, me actually) would say almost..pathologically.

1 September 2006 at 5:50 pm  

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