I have been crocheting, but you wouldn’t know it from my posting. *wry look* I finished up two doll bodies for my Egyptian Gods series. I have finished 2 crocheted squares and have developed 3 square designs for a theme afghan.

I’ve also done a lot of work on a character from Deathnote, Matt. All he needs now are some finishing touches on his jacket, his glasses, and his gloves. Then he’ll be ready to ship off to the commissioner.

Next, I’ll be finishing up a Pyramid Head doll (from the movie Silent Hill) and a random VERYPINK Fairy Godmother, and so on from there.

My darling husband/webmaster took a TON of pictures last night of some new dolls: my Spider Jerusalem, the crocheted Bowel Disruptor I carried to Dragon*Con, the Dark Queen and Dark Rook from the Fantasy Chess Set I’m developing (you know, in my COPIOUS spare time…), and the Sephiroth I just completed.

I hope to post some pictures of my work soon, and also post more serious content soon. I thought I would have time to develop it, but between work at the RealJob(tm) and various dramas occurring in my sphere I’m lucky to just get the chance to indulge my fixpick up my crochet work every now and again.

Apropos of nothing, I think I’ve lost yet another pair of scissors in my couch. I do most of my work on my couch (since I don’t have a spare room yet for the huge stash of art supplies that owns me), and every week or so I’m losing hooks or other tools down in the cushions. At least this time it wasn’t the Titanium-Coated Shears of Doom.

More on them and everything else later; time to get ready to go to that RealJob(tm) I was talking about…

Tags: bowel disruptor, crochet, Dark Queen, Dark Rook, deathnote, Egyptian Gods, Fantasy Chess Set, life, pyramid head, Sephiroth, Shears of Doom, Spider Jerusalem

I am a Gonzo Hooker.

It doesn’t mean what you think it means — I’m taking the word back.  I mean that I crochet, all out, balls to the wall, every waking minute that I can.  It means that I live, breathe, and die crochet.

It means that I’d rather be crocheting than almost anything else.  It means that every time I see an interesting object, character, idea — I want to work out how to make a crocheted version of it.  It means my hands itch everytime I don’t have a hook and yarn in them.  The second best thing to a crochet hook is a piece of paper and a pen — if I can’t be MAKING something, I can be writing down the directions on how to make it for someone else.

Being a gonzo hooker means I dream in yarn.  In my sleep I walk in a world where everything is crocheted — where rocks are comfortable cushions, where you cut grass to make fringe, and where automobile accidents result in nothing more serious than having to fluff back up your bumper.

There are castles on clouds in the sky, and they ravel themselves up from the skein in my hand.

Crochet can’t help but be gonzo… because with a $2 metal hook and a $2 skein of Red Heart Yarn, you can make the world different than it was 30 minutes ago.  Less than 5 dollars American spent (less than $3, if you remember where you put your LAST hook) you can change the universe.

You can make something NEW.  And on this tired old planet, new is of the good.

I have my other blog that I’m getting started at http://www.voxmortuum.net — that’s going to pretty much be strictly a free page a day of crochet patterns.  Here’s going to be everything else about being a gonzo hooker – where I go, how I feel, what I read, what I see and hear.

I can’t promise this blog will be totally work friendly — the name of the blog is probably the first flag.  *grins*  I may say things like sh!t and f*ck, and I’ll try to censor them for the tender sensibilities in the audience.

This won’t be your mother’s crochet.  These won’t be scarves or hats or afghans or baby booties or anything else silly — unless it rocks your face off.  I want to take crochet to a higher level, beyond a hobby to an artform.

I’ll be posting something here everyday, of varying worth and interest.  Just like life.

Tags: crochet, gonzo, life