Come to think of it, more than a few of my Californian friends didn't grok it, either.
I can't believe that I sat and stared at the pattern and laughed until my pants got nervous, then IM'ed around asking craftier friends whether it was difficult to cross stitch, and might I learn how from the internet, and then spent four consecutive nights stitching the damned thing, to the tune of 8 hours, and then finally, at the end of my efforts, proudly hung it on the wall, to receive a multitude of blank looks and/or generic compliments on how lovely it is and what a fine job I did with the needlework.
Hrrmph! I guess I'll have to give up what could have been a burgeoning career in ironic cross-stitching. Fo shizzle.
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Haha! It's quintessentially Alaskan. Half of anyone under 18 in the villages talks like this (I say, not at all grumpy-old-man like). :)
A friend of mine once made the joke to his class that an authentic Eskimo greeting is to tip your head back, hang loose, and say "Sup?"
Can you explain the joke? I don't get it.
It's not exactly a joke; I just found humorous the juxtaposition of the classic, New England-style cross-stitching (typically the province of genteel grandmothers), and the gansta rap speak. I'll email you another one that had me in stitches (hah! pun!), but is a bit too low-brow for my klassy blog.
Subversive stitching needs a certain audience... might not be the same audience that figured out the nickel thing.
The academic audience might be more interested in how many little tiny x's it takes to make a hizzy.
LOL! Yes... I just need to broaden my reach, I guess...
Nice job. Was this done on 16 ct. aida? Have you cross stitched anything else after this or was it a one-off project?
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