The Truth, as we know it

To say that I've never had a more tiring 4 day weekend would probably be true. To say that it was absolutely made of pure WIN would also be the case.

Friday morning saw myself and HusBeast heading off on a coach to Electric Picnic. Now I don't usually do music festivals, as I'm past the stage where I think wasted 16 year olds are "cute", but that would be implying that EP was just a music festival. Fact is, it's a million times better.

Over the course of the weekend, we saw only a handful of bands. We checked out Oppenheimer, The Gossip, Franz Ferdinand and The Sex Pistols. What did we actually get up to?

There was an arthouse cinema....a theatre


...various places where you could strut your stuff, including


You could have your aura cleansed, get a massage, go to yoga, learn how to insulate your house using hemp and reduce your carbon footprint, eat at organic and solar powered tea rooms. It was like a music and arts festival at a hippy commune, but with less sweat and patchouli than you'd expect. There was a carnival with side shows, and the coolest "circus" in the world





in the form of Lucent Dossier.




To be honest, I could have spent the whole weekend there, not seen any bands, and still not have gotten around to everything. I even got some knitting done



Sock for HusBeast in Regia Galaxy, which is pretty cool. The fabulous Lisa of This Is Knit brought along enough supplies to keep even the most finicky fibre fanatic busy, and knitting classes were held over the weekend.

One of the coolest events of the weekend was the Temple of Truth.















This fabulous structure was created for the weekend. Anyone passing was invited in to look around, take a pen or other writing implement, and add the name of a deceased loved one to the walls. Walking around inside and reading the inscriptions was amazingly touching. It was a point of ultimate serenity in the chaos of the festival; the title of Temple was truly deserved.


In the wee hours of Monday morning, the entire structure was set alight, and burned to the ground.

Now that is art.

Yesterday I managed to drag myself out of bed by the hair and get in to work on time. Nothing short of a minor miracle, as my mother would say. If she could have seen me, I'm sure she'd also have described as a miracle the sheer volume of coffee I was able to plug into my body over the course of the day.

Today is a bit better. Then again, any day that starts with Socks That Rock is a better day than the one before



I realise that this brings me up to three *gasp* WIP's, not including the hibernated cardigan. I have not abandoned the Galaxy socks. They're just at that annoying stage that require measuring every couple of rounds before I can get my heel turning on. Not exactly what I want to be doing on a measuring tape-less train.

The discussion has come up several times - STR versus Collinette Jitterbug. Are the rumours true? Are they basically the same yarn? Considering that I have just started a STR sock, and have large volumes of Jitterbug in my stash, I think that it's time we here at The GaietyGirl Blog conducted a vaguely scientific experiment....

...by which I mean I'll get some compare and contrast going on, complete with pictures. It may not settle the arguement once and for all, but it may help. Plus I'll have two pairs of socks at the end of it, which is never a bad thing.