justina forever

putting one foot in front of the other since i could walk

  • Does Topsy Limekitty deserve arms?

    does topsy limekitty deserve arms?

    What do you think? Comment away!

  • green!

    Did you know that you can dye yarn with Kool-Aid? IT’S TRUE. Like, if it worked on your hair as a badass tween, then it should work on all kinds of other natural fibres, right? Right. Logic! Anyway I found two really useful-looking tutorials at knitty and snowangels.com, with Kool-Aid palettes that are really to dye for (get it? dye?). I say these are useful-looking because I haven’t actually tried this Kool-Aid dyeing process myself yet. But I am dyeing to.

    I’ve never even had Kool-Aid before!

    Sadly, the only colours I could find (or flavours, rather) in the one supermarket I checked out were grape, cherry, and orange. Boring. Like, where were lemon lime explosion and electric blue raspberry?

    cherry & tropical punch
    cherry & tropical punch, from halimeade’s flickr stream

    Anyway! Before I found out about this awesome dyeing process, I bought some yarn from KnitPicks to make this Super Easy Baby Blanket, in these colours here:

    owbrain blankie. (owbrain? rainbow? get it? ‘cos the colours are all mixed up?)

    Wouldn’t those look even better in shades of Kool-Aid??? You might have already guessed my inspiration. In case you weren’t sure, I was inspired by one particular Google image search result for “eric carle”:

    eric carle cotton fabric, hijacked from apartment therapy

    Now I eagerly await a package from Canada Post.

    As you can tell, I am reviving this blog. Don’t be sad, though — I won’t just be writing about knitting. Stay tuned for posts about my hunt for good Kool-Aid colours, the cartoons I’m watching, things I’m working on, and maybe even some photos from when I open the parcel of rainbow yarn. Yay!

  • cat with teeth potion

    A promise from a kitten is
    a promise always kept.
    Impossible! That can’t be so!
    But listen, how I wept!:
    A street cat one day promised me
    a mouth so clean and bright.
    No cavities! No tooth decay!
    And not a stain in sight!
    “Throw out your toothbrush!” he exclaimed.
    So throw it out I did.
    I mean, who likes to brush her teeth?
    I know of no such kid!
    The cat gave me a potion black
    to gargle at the sink.
    “Just gargle this before you sleep,”
    he told me with a wink.
    I took it home, the tarry vial,
    and waited for the night.
    And when it fell, I drank the goop
    and gargled with delight…
    A future free from dental care?
    My favourite fantasy!!!!!
    But then I felt a tiny itch
    upon my naked knee.
    As I looked down, oh horror! Ach!
    I saw the wicked cat!
    Somehow it’d crept into my house!
    I very nearly spat!
    But I didn’t want the blackened goo
    to stain the porcelain sink…
    And so as though I had a choice,
    I swallowed up the drink.
    The cat threw back its head with glee
    as I fell to the floor.
    I checked the inside of my mouth —
    My teeth! They were no more!
    Impossible! That can’t be so!
    But listen, how I wept!:
    A promise from a kitten is
    a promise always kept.

  • A kitten came down from the sky,
    from Heaven up above.
    It fluttered slowly, slowly down
    and fell into my glove.
    Its fur was white, its mews so soft,
    an angel in my grasp.
    I tickled it beneath the chin
    but soon I had to gasp…
    for as I looked I came to see
    I’d made a big mistake.
    This was no cat! But a grotesque,
    misshapen, wild snowflake.
    Its points were mangled, bent and weird,
    offending my poor soul.
    It violated symmetry!
    I threw it in a hole.
    I watched it writhe, I watched it thaw,
    that devil dressed in white.
    Its shiny teeth gnashed up at me.
    and tried to take a bite.
    So take this as a warning fair
    to save your precious pelt:
    when kittens snow down from the sky,
    don’t save them. Let them melt.

  • beard kitten

    The other day I met a cat
    whose fur was pink and tan.
    I knelt to pat it, and it said:
    “I thought you were a man!
    From far away, upon your chin,
    I saw a mass of hair.
    But as you near to scratch my head,
    I see no beard is there.”
    He said this kindly, like a pal,
    but still I found him crass.
    I am a girl! I have no beard!
    That kitten was an ass!
    And so I sat upon the stoop,
    and gave the cat a push,
    when suddenly I yanked his tail
    and threw him in a bush.
    I kept the tail, a souvenir…
    I know it might seem weird.
    From time to time, I take it out
    to wear it like a beard.

    xoxo
    Justina