August 31, 2007 at 4:26 am (text-only)

Hey guys, first and foremost: I’m not dead

I just moved to Brooklyn and I didn’t think to stock up on yarn before I left, so I inevitably ran out and couldn’t complete a few projects. I’ve got some of my shit together now though and I’ve about completed one small (but cute, and Bad Brains related) project, and I’m in the middle of two other projects (a shirt and a cardigan. Both equally badass, at least in my head, anyway.)

¬†Also, some of you may be familiar with the Bust Magazine holiday craft fair? I want to be a vendor at it so bad but it’s way too expensive for me. The fee does, however, cover for two chairs and I would only need one. Maybe someone would want to do this with me and split the cost? Hmmm? Probably not. Anyways, expect updates soon.


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We’re multiplying!

August 24, 2007 at 12:33 pm (minor threat)

Okay, I didn’t make this; I found it on Craftster, but I felt the need to post it here as proof that punk crafters are multiplying. We’re taking over, and converting your newborns:


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Op Ivy sweatervest

August 19, 2007 at 1:27 pm (operation ivy, sweatervest)

I’m actually in the middle of like, 3 projects for this blog/zine, so you’ll get a lot of new projects really soon. It’s getting colder and I plan to sport this number around quite a bit. I just woke up and took these pictures, so I look tired as hell; and like a newspaper boy. A tired as hell newspaper boy.



And original album cover as requested:

Listening to: This is My Fist! – A History of Rats

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Sneak peek!

August 10, 2007 at 3:25 pm (zine)

It’s shitty outside, so I’ve been working on the FYT zine. For being somewhat of a slow blogger (or slow knitter, I don’t know,) I feel I owe you all a sneak peek. I give to you, the cover:

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Minor Threat doll

August 3, 2007 at 4:13 am (doll, minor threat)

Original cover:


It took me way too long to make this, mainly because I slacked off entirely too much, but mow that he’s finished, I love him. Look, he sits on my shoulder, like a parrot:

Listening to: Faith/Void split

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