Posts tagged ‘frivolity’

Motorbike Vacations!

I’ve been out of town a bunch lately, neglecting this blog alongside critical matters like work and school… but having lots of fun, and storing up thoughts to blog about.

On a superficial level, the last two weekend trips were memorable because I made them on the back of Z’s motorbike!  Until two weekends ago, the furthest I’d ever gone on the motorbike was across town when he drove me to school.

Due to poor planning, we found ourselves on the day we were to leave home for a family wedding in the situation of realizing that we might not be able to make it to our destination in a car. This probably sounds insane unless you are familiar with the coastal ferry system. The ferries get really full and busy in the summertime. That day there was such a long line-up already that we might not have been able to get on a boat, even after hours of waiting…

Unless, Z pointed out apologetically, I was willing to brave the few hours’ trip on his sport bike. Motorbikes (and petal bikes) hardly take up any room on board the ferries, so they go straight to the front of the line. I grumbled and freaked out a little bit about whether it was safe to carry all the fancy clothes and stuff we needed to take for the wedding on my back… then agreed. We quickly repacked our suitcase into two little knapsacks, and off we went.

My butt was sore and it rained a little, but we had such an amazing time! Even the sore butt thing was kind of an opportunity, as it made us stop for juice and stretching at many small-town corner stores. Not being able to take our laptops on holiday forced us both to quit working and have fun.

Water Lily

A water lily in a warm and glassy-calm lake up the coast. There were little green frogs too, sitting on the lily-pads, but they were always long gone before I got close in the borrowed kayak.

Then, last weekend we took the motorbike again up the coast to visit more  members of Z’s family, and we had another amazing time. My knitting fits very nicely into the tiny backpack, along with a few clothes, some sunscreen, a good book and an iPod. What else do you need on vacation?

On learning to knit

I am totally not thinking about babies. Whenever I so much as think about thinking about babies, I will instantly channel that anxious energy directly into some amazing crafty knitting. DIY or die, motherfuckers! Hardcore!

At the moment, I am channeling my creative energy into a dull mint green cotton sampler in garter stitch, and after that I’m going to make an angsty dishcloth.  But then!  Maybe in a few months!  I will be able to make wistful little hats and maybe I could make entire baby blankets for all those babies that my friends are cooking.

I bought an instructional book for knitting and crochet, which includes illustrations showing how to hold the yarn, and plenty of hideous projects complete with photos of uncomfortable-looking husbands grimacing in handknit sweaters.

The best project of them all is the cell phone cosy:

The least practical fashion accessory of all time!

The least practical fashion accessory of all time!

Imagine that you are in a crowded elevator, and your phone starts ringing in your stylish black leather purse. Perhaps it is playing a rousing synth strings rendition of “My Heart Will Go On”. Imagine the look on the faces of your friends or coworkers as you whip out that fuzzy pink number, and begin struggling to undo the button. The look is clearly one of envy.

The task of extracting the phone requires both hands, so you hold the strap of your stylish purse in your bared teeth By the time you have torn off the button and uncozied your phone you have missed the call. No matter.  Take your purse out of your teeth, and pick the shreds of pink yarn off your uncomfortable handknit sweater and get ready to receive compliments on your personal style!

I have an intense and perverse desire to make one of these suckers and donate it to a particularly irksome Christmas raffle that I help organize every year for my local professional association. It would really stand out from the corporate swag and monogrammed golf shirts that we normally give away.

Report from the Nearby Music Festival

I spent the weekend at a music festival out of town with my former bandmate and the husband of one of my best friends. It was really great not to think about school for two days.

Immersion in the cacophany of five bands playing simultaneously at all times, we sat in the shade or cruised the vendor booths selling homemade brooms and tye-dyed underwear.  Prosletyzers of various stripes marched by proclaiming things like “Jesus saves” and “Marijuana is good for you”.

I am not making any of this up, and certainly not the part about tye-dyed underwear. I seriously considered bringing some home for Z, but thrift got the better of me, and I settled instead on a soap dish soldered together from old kitchen utensils.

Goddess bless music festivals, and it’s good to be home.