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Kia Ora! (that means Hi! )

Some say I’m really nice and kind of funny. Some say I’m a pretty good knitter. Some say that I’m a crazy cat lady and going to make an awesome vet nurse.  Some even say I’m loud, somewhat warped and likely to lead you all astray!!

All my friends know is, I’m NZGeekGirl! (Genevieve is my real name but I have been known to answer to GeekGirl also)

Personally, I tend to describe myself as a bit of a social media whore (can I use that word? Are there kids present? Is it after 8pm?) with a sad addiction to the likes of Twitter and Facebook. And Ravelry.

Ravelry is like Facebook on crack but for yarn addicts. And I am a yarn addict, oh yes I am. I took up knitting just after the birth of my girl child (Miss 5) and have pretty much never looked back. The husband is a darling, he patiently suffers through my growling at patterns, tossing projects when the stitch count goes wrong and me taking over his liquor cabinet for my yarn and patterns (that was a really funny story actually…you see…ahhh yeah…anyway). I especially love knitting the natural fibres produced in my home country of New Zealand but that doesn’t stop me lusting after some of the gorgeous overseas options. (Want to send me a Christmas present, I currently can’t get enough Knit Picks hint hint).

When not patting soft balls of yarn, you’ll either find me wrangling Miss 5 and Mstr 2 or any of our 5 cats or 4 mice. It’s probably a good thing I’m currently doing distance learning to become a vet nurse given the pet count. If I’m very lucky I get to shut the kids, cat and husband out of the bathroom and disappear into a hot bubble bath with a glass of wine.

Other than that, I love coffee, rugby, the colour grey, reading crime and psychological thrillers, watching classics such as Highlander, Firefly or CSI and knitting all the while.

Anything else is likely to change as it takes my fancy.

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Hi! My name is Maura and it’s been 24 hours since I’ve held pointy sticks.

Knitting Needles

One portion of the addiction.

I am an addict.  There.  I’ve said it.  As I understand it, the first step is admitting you have a problem.  The big problem with this addiction is that I don’t really care that I am addicted and I don’t want to be cured.  In fact, I have found this group of like minded enablers on Ravelry who help me along with my addiction.  Let me tell you my story.

My sister-in-law has been knitting for years.  Since I taught her to quilt when she was still a child and I was much younger and thinner, she thought it would be a good idea if I could knit and thus we could knit together.  Regardless of the great distance between us.  So, we bought some pointy sticks and Red Heart Super Saver at WalMart and thus, an addict was born.  This was at Christmas and by New Year’s, I was stalking all of the yarn stores I could find in a 60 mile radius.

Then, the sister-in-law may have mentioned Ravelry in passing.  Something like, “Oh, you like computers, you should check out Ravelry.”  So, following her blindly, I did.  At first, it was a nice relationship with Ravelry.  All the pretty yarns, all the free patterns, all the reviews of things that I may or may not like to buy.

One day after I had looked at patterns, I found forums and groups.  Forums and groups, you ask?  These are the greatest time-sucker and enablers I have ever known in my life.  I posted here and there, I asked questions, I had virtual conversations with nice people, helpful people.  And I searched for a group to join that would help motivate me to finish more knitting.  I joined the 12 in 12 2012 group.  Their stated goal is twelve finished objects of any kind.  I can do this.  I like hats and scarves.  At this point, I had not branched out much beyond hats and scarves.

I blame this exceptional group of ladies for now having a library of over 800 patterns and a queue of projects I would like to complete over 30 items.  And yarn?  The way these ladies discuss yarn makes me want to go to the nearest available yarn store and buy it all so I can make everything.  Not just things that I need, mind you, but cardigans for babies (my youngest is 8), hats for men who won’t wear hats, socks…  Socks!  I have no business knitting socks!

I am unrepentant.  My name is Maura and it’s been 24 hours since I’ve held pointy sticks.  And that is much too long.  I’m going to go knit a while with a cup of coffee.