tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53118915147916213142011-11-28T01:59:49.616ZTales from a knitter's boyfriend.YarnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01237470996993577743noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311891514791621314.post-21912640738255582662008-05-25T23:33:00.007+01:002008-05-26T00:28:23.650+01:00

OK, it's no secret that I'm a programmer by trade and although some don't like the term, I actually prefer to call myself a coder. This isn't because I think what I do is some kind of secretive practice, but because the attraction of problem solving is similar to that found in creating and breaking codes. I also accept a part of it is it's just a nicer word to say and a quicker one to type. You

YarnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01237470996993577743noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311891514791621314.post-90343313166957679582008-03-14T15:14:00.015Z2008-03-14T16:12:27.273Z

Since my Knitter picked up her needles I've been wondering what's in it for me. I've watched her make herself an impressive array of tops, send jumpers to her family and even give one of our friends the softest birthday scarf. If I'm honest, I did get a lovely winter jumper a few months ago, but I've been waiting for something really exciting to come along. Something that would make me the envy

YarnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01237470996993577743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311891514791621314.post-54208658346782883102008-03-07T14:59:00.010Z2008-03-07T15:37:53.630Z

Being around my Knitter initially seemed relatively harmless. I was one step removed, observing the obsession from a safe distance as though it were quarantined within her. I felt safe, immune to it's spread, close enough to see how it worked, but far enough away to remain impartial. It turns out I was dangerously wrong.There had already been signs that I should have recognised. I'd gradually

YarnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01237470996993577743noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311891514791621314.post-34516699411658126132008-02-29T15:32:00.012Z2008-03-01T16:01:56.813Z

Initially, it seemed like this may be a phase. Another one of those interesting pass-times that burns brightly, but too fast, soon existing only as a fond memory of short-lived enthusiasm for the latest fad. Initially, I had no idea that I'd end up sharing my home with a vast stockpile of wool, needles, tape measures, row counters, moth repellents, crochet hooks, pins, blocking boards, drying

YarnBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01237470996993577743noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311891514791621314.post-10542981956682786882008-02-22T14:44:00.000Z2008-02-22T15:04:37.486Z

It turns out that entering the blogosphere is surprisingly easy, even for a first timer like myself. You can sign up on a site, get some advertising on there and even begin with a basic colour scheme within minutes. It's simple to use someone else's layout and even easier to post.The first challenge is coming up with a title and an original one seems almost impossible. Should you go for short and

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