TNNA 2012 - swag giveaway
Thursday, July 12, 2012 at 10:45AM The Yarn Thing Designers Dinner has become a bit of an annual event at TNNA, and each year the amount of swag kindly provided by the sponsors expands! And like last year, the swag will be shared: we live in a double decker bus, we don't have space to keep everything. Heck, I barely fit all this in my suitcases! So, my dear friends, it all wants to go to a good home. And we'll have a bit of fun while we're at it.
So, let's have a closer look at what's up for grabs:
swag part 1:
there is yarn. Hat quantities of yarn! 2x50g of Patons Classic Wool DK (100% Wool), and 2 x 100g skeins of SimpliWorsted from Hikoo (55% Merino/28% Acrylic/17% Nylon) - one skein a happy yellow, the other a rich mid brown. All are incredibly soft and will make perfect Hats. If you're not sure what to make, there are pages listed for DK and worsted weight patterns, or of course, you could knit something that wasn't a Hat...if that were possible...
Along with those yarns there's a fab pattern book, Knitters at Home, published by XRX, which is a collection of patterns from The Knitters magazine. There are blankets and cushions and throws galore, and even if it's not your thang, it's a pretty decent gift, don't you think?
swag part 2:
this is the notions part of the swag, and there's a plenty of it. On the needle/hook front we have a 5mm/16in Susan Bates Velocity circular, a 5mm Crochet Dude hook from Boye, a 3.75mm/32in Knitters Pride Cubics circular (nice!) and a pair of Indian Lake Artisans straights in 4mm/14in length, which are a bit special.
Then we have a Namaste Skinny Mini in black, a Susan Bates needle gauge, a selection of JHB buttons (including a fantastic giant metal one!) a couple of tape measures from Namaste and the Knitters Tool Tin (I kept the Craftsy ones, dudes. They say you can never have too many tape measures but 4 extras was too many for me!) And finally a few extras, including pens, gauge checkers etc.
swag part 3:
to sweeten the deal, I'll also be throwing in signed copies of Bambeanies and the new edition of Twisted Woolly Toppers! (indeed, TWT has had a wee makeover, more about that later)
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Pretty good swag, wouldn't you say?
So here's the deal. It's a game. We wanna get a bit silly.
See that badge there in the photo above? They were given to us courtesy of Indigo Dragonfly, an indie dyer who had a very clever idea of naming colourways after quotes.
"you got peanut butter on my trout"
Now, I know where this quote comes from. If you can tell me then you get extra brownie points but it won't win you the swag (though the first person to name the TV show may get a free pattern..). What I want to hear is your story based on this quote. It's so obscure and that's what I love about it, and I want you to get a little kooky and have fun. (but you don't get the badge; that's mine)
To sum it up - make up your own short story, it only need be a paragraph, that includes this quote somehow. Or tells the story behind it (what was she/he doing with the peanut butter to get it on the trout?)
You don't have to write it now, you can go away and think about it. But do come back and tell me before 26th July, K?
Please leave your entries as comments below, not on Facebook or Twitter or Ravelry - and don't forget to leave your email address in the relevant field so I can get in touch when you win.
Good luck, and let that imagination lose!
ETA/ This give-away has now closed - thank you for your interest!
Reader Comments (27)
Ah! Third Rock! I miss it so!
*goes away with pen and paper eagerly*
3rd Rock from the Sun!!!
I love the quote :-)))
‘Ow!’ CrewN held his head as he unrolled the dart. It read “Wanna come round to mine”?
He squinted round the class, Jodylonglegs was looking at him, so he gave her a thumbs up, and when the bell rang they made a dash for the school gates.
‘Peanut butter on toast alright’?
‘Yeah, cool. I’ll spread the P word.’ CrewN grabbed at the jar but the lid flew off and rolled out of the kitchen into the lounge. ‘Bumbleweed’! he yelled, diving over the sofa. He flolloped smack onto the coffee table. Stuff went flying. The jar broke, and peanut butter gunked everywhere.
Jodylonglegs contorted into a thousand giggles. ‘You got peanut butter on my TROUT,’ she hooted.
‘Waat?’ CrewN yelled.
‘Yeah,’ Jody said, dead cool, ‘See that photo there, it’s on the floor now, but it was on the coffee table. That’s my sister, TROUT. That’s what I call her – Terribly Rude Obstreperous Ugly Tania.
The chef struggled with creativity; she strove for a unique combination of unexpected wonder that exploded in one's mouth. No more salt and caramels... no more foam on sea grass... it was time to step out of her comfort zone. The guest anxiously awaited the undisclosed surprise. The meal arrived under a covered dish and the first forkful was heavenly. "You've got peanut butter on my trout!" And then the guest kealed over, hit the floor and was dazed with confusion and contentment... the poor thing was allergic to both. What a way to go.
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I see I'm not the first but it is from 3rd rock from the sun.
My 2 year old grandchildren are terrible eaters but love to dunk their food, like dunking french fries in ketchup. They love peanut butter so their mom tried to give them some trout accompanied by peanut butter for dipping. But my son, their dad, said, "you got peanut butter on my trout" and wouldn't eat it and when they saw he wouldn't, they wouldn't either.
She decided it really wasn't worth the effort to try to teach her toddler to cook. Despite her pride in both her cooking and teaching efforts, it was all ruined when she saw that her tiny sous chef had garnished her dish with his snack. "You got peanut butter on my trout," she cried as she called in the take-out order.
It's from 3rd Rock but...
On the latest episode of Hillbilly Handfishing (real show. no...really.), the visiting city-folk weren't so keen on seafood, so they decided to bring along their own snacks on the fishing trip. Their hillbilly guides were nice enough not to question why they were on a fishing trip in the first place if they didn't like fish, but their southern manners weren't quite enough to handle the lunch mishap in the boat. "You got peanut butter on my trout!" Earl yelled, as the boat flipped and sent them all into the water. Tune in next week!
John and the kids were out at the river flyfishing for trout. The kids had peanutbutter crackers with them for a snack. the trout that John caught were carefully put in the basket to take home. Johnny Jr was eating a cracker and looking at the basket of fish. Can you see where this is going? Well you guessed it, the cracker with the peanutbutter fell in peanut butter down on the fish. John yelled "You got peanut butter on my trout". They went home cleaned the fish and Mom made a delicious recipe of trout with a peanut butter sauce! Yummy!
Missy and John just got married two months ago. Missy tried to be the best little wife, and tried her hand at cleaning, but quickly gave that up when John said you can't use the toilet brush to clean the sink too! So she move on to excelling at laundry, but that was a bust too when all of John's socks and underwear came out pink. She thought maybe I can be the next Betty Crocker. Cooking can't be that hard, right? She planned a great meal for her and John of Trout with herb butter sauce, risotto, and roasted asparagus. Things were going great. Everything was prepped, the fish was clean and deboned-pretty much, and the risotto wasn't burning too much either. When it was time to make the herb butter sauce, she went to the fridge to get the butter, but there was none to be found. She thought no big deal, I can substitute right? It was time to serve dinner. The candles were lit, and John was starving. Right before he took his first bite he said to Missy "you got peanut butter on my trout!".
She reached out for the last trout on the fish aisle. She didn't expect to find the bespectacled man attached to the end of it. They met each others eyes. Both retained tight grip on the trout.
"this is mine", the man said.
"I think you'll find it's my trout", she said, narrowing her eyes.
He tried to jerk it from her grip, she replied with a swift yank and together they begun to gambol and dance around the fish aisle, each crying, "it's my trout... No! It's mine!"
Shoppers fled from the man-fish-woman configuration.
No one was prepared for the gleaming tower of peanut butter jars. In slow motion, the trio careened, whirlwindy, into the display.
Dazed and surrounded by broken jars the man slipped back into consciousness with her words at first echoey...
"you got peanut butter on my trout!"
He shook his head and scanned the debris for the now unappetising pack of fish
"you mean, you got peanut butter on MY trout!"
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At first I thought that combination sounded gross. But you know, it might be pretty good. My husband recently made a 15-bean casserole. I'm not a big fan of beans, but I'm trying to like them more. He made up a type of bbq sauce for them. Now, he's one of those people that likes to throw a little-of-this and a dash-of-that into the mix. They were awesome! The secret ingredient that he added? Peanut butter. I don't know why, but that nutty, saltiness added a lot. So next time he goes fishing maybe I should ask him to put peanut butter on my trout :)
I think my son was running around eating peanut butter with a spoon when he tripped over my little black dog and dropped his spoon. It flew into our cats' food dish. "You got peanut butter on my trout" cried Aqua. "You ruined our treat" cried Zephyr, "now what will we eat.". Yes we have cats named after water and wind from Greek mythology, thanks to Rick Riordan.
3rd rock.....Stanley had no luck at the lake all day and didn't catch a thing. He didn't want his wife teasing him about it but he also didn't want to lie to her. He went to the fishmongers and asked them to toss him a trout over the fish counter so he could, well you know....say he caught it. As the fishmonger tossed the fish over the counter, a little kid walked right in the way while eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The fish hit the kid....the kid dropped the sandwich...the fish fell in the sandwich.... and well.....there ya go. peanut butter on my trout.
3rd Rock
A true story - no one could make this up:
My dad was the biggest peanut butter lover of them all. When he'd get home from work, he'd head for the kitchen and have a snack of peanut butter on crackers. He was also a little absentminded (we like to think of it as being preoccupied with "save the world" thoughts). One day, though, he glanced in the fridge and saw a new jar of herring in sour cream. Pulled it out and headed for the crackers. Somehow he got distracted; not that unusual with three kids and a dog, telephone, television, my mom, etc. Walked back into the kitchen and slathered on the herring -- yep, right on top of the peanut butter. And since he had an audience (the aforementioned kids, dog and wife), he had to eat it. He insisted, I mean insisted, that it was the tastiest thing he had ever eaten. Try as he might (and he was the most personable person I have ever known) he couldn't get us to taste it. Now maybe if he had gotten peanut butter on my trout . . . no, probably not.
I really miss him terribly, and every year on his birthday, I think of trying his peanut butter/herring cracker, but fortunately it's just a thought that passes quickly!
Being vegetarians, some people see my husband and I as a bit fussy. A few years ago for health reasons I started eating fish, but only eat it occasionally since I've relaxed my diet. So every once in a while when I do bring home some fish to cook, my husband has to make a separate meal and the kitchen gets a little dicey.
One night when I brought home a fresh trout from the market and was preparing to brown it in a pan, my husband set up to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Just as I was moving the fish closer to the stove, we collided in what little space we call a kitchen. "You got peanut butter on my trout!" I said. I still lecture him about eating peanut butter by the spoonful straight from the jar - though I sneak a few spoonfuls myself every now and then.
I guess I'm disqualified from this? ;)
Let me know if I need to send you more buttons.
It was a trout - an intarsia trout on his sweater that his grandma knit for him. Proudly he wore it every day to school, until the food fight in the cafeteria. He hid in the corner, protecting his trout. Food was flying everywhere. He thought he had been spared, but alas he looked down.
Determined to let his feelings be known, he stood up, walked to the center of the room, and climbed up on the table. “YOU GOT PEANUT BUTTER ON MY TROUT.”
Everybody blinked, looked around, and stood in startled silence, then laughing, hugging, and patting each other on the back.
And the clean-up began.
"You got peanut butter on my trout!" shrieked Dick.
Reese continues chopping vegetables and doesn't look up as he replied, "It's my night to cook dinner. You're always complaining about your skinny legs, so I'm making a dish to help you build them up."
Softening, Dick asked, "You did this for me? What are you making?"
Reese looked him in the eye and replied, " Pad Thigh"
It was a lovely summer evening for a bar-be-que on the beach. The trout was cooking and the children were helping with the sauces. As the trout was placed on plates, the youngest child proudly carried his sauce over; no-one had noticed just what jar he had in his hands until after he'd upended the whole thing on the fish. "You got peanut butter on my trout" yelled his mother. It was on all of them, and his mother didn't like peanut butter, but when she saw the wobbling bottom lip she ate it anyway.
When packing up to move to my new home I made multiple pile of things according to the fate I determined for each.
I made sticky notes to label each pile - pack, trash, thrift store, throw out, give away, sell.
My friend Pauline came by to help and was going through the pantry items. She had an armload of jars and cans and boxes destined for the piles when the cat skittered past her feet tripping her and sending the groceries flying.
As I mopped up the pickled beets, olives, and other condiments among the broken glass, hoping that at least the Pack pile and Sell pile would be spared the mess, I wiped peanut butter off the sticky that labeled the worst-hit pile. Stressed and distraught, I reprimanded the guilty cat.
"You got peanut butter on my... wait a minute, which pile is this? " I peered at the label an saw "T r out" and forgave the little rascal.
Rushing to fulfill the contest by creating a Delish Dish from the ingredients provided,Francesca diFresco slipped on the slippery tile floor.She tried to stop herself,grabbing anything she could,her hand clamped around a fresh caught trout,realizing her mistake, while still in motion she threw it at the Iron Chef. He in turn flipped it away from his face,it went flying forward straight into Francesca's face and they all crashed into the ingredients table where the whole set up ended up in a delicious mellee of disaster. The Iron Chef crawled out of the destruction towards the effeminate producer. He went to pick up his carefully constructed dinner plate and held it out to Francesca."look what you've done" he said in a white rage. " you got peanutbutter on my trout!"
From 3rd Rock from the Sun.
We had been wading for some time, and although the jam was not so bad, the peanut butter was becoming increasing difficult. It was up to Millie's chest, and in places I'd had to sit her on my shoulders while she held the basket aloft. She couldn't come with me again. I wasn't even sure how much longer I could battle the rising tide of peanut butter and jelly in the search for a varied diet myself. At the tree we clambered up to the first platform. We'd given up trying to clean our overalls months ago. We hung them out for the wasps and other insects to deal with. Up in the house Nan was burning cinnamon sticks. Anything to try to dissipate the rising odour of nuts and preserved fruit. Millie laid out our swag on the table. "You found one!" Nan whispered, her blues eyes sparkled as she reached for the fish. Holding it in her hands, the first tear escaped. She looked in to me. "You got peanut butter on my trout."
Hi, no story but just wanted to let you know that I've been reading back your blog, and it's very inspiring for an absolute beginner like me.
I do not have a single creative bone in my body. And writing is even worse. But I do think that we could make a trout marinade with peanut Butter and curry - and red pepper flakes. What thinks thee?
My kid brother and I were off to go fishing. We longed for a great day out and hope we would catch many fish for Mom. She had nicely packed us PB&J sandwiches along with apples and cookies. We had a great day and caught lots of sunnies and trout. However, my kid brother messed it all up and got peanut butter all over our trout. Mom took it all in stride and cleaned up our fish for dinner. Yum!
Steph climbed up the last rise on the trail and saw the deep pool created by last winter's rock slide. Gratefully, she sat on a rock at the edge, stripped off her socks and hiking boots, and dangled her tired feet in the cool water. The big old trout that lived in the pool swam over and looked up at her, as he did most days.
This seasonal park ranger job was the hardest work Steph had ever done, but it had its rewards, and her daily lunch with what she thought of as "her trout" was one of her favorite perks. She wondered how such a big trout came to be in the new pool. The rapids above and below the pool had only been created when the cliff on the other side of the river came crashing down last winter. Before that this had been a serene stretch of smoothly flowing river. Had the trout been swimming in the river and trapped here when the rocks tumbled down? Swum up the river in the spring?
Her musings were cut short be the sound of raucous laughter from upstream. She looked that way and saw four college-aged kids, goofing around in their raft. They were making their lunches, with sandwhich supplies spread out across the middle bench. Aargh, she thought. Another group of idiots who didn't bother to read the updates to the map of the river. They had to sign a form saying they had when they applied for their back-country permit, but that didn't stop an amazing number from not actually checking the updates.
She stood and yelled, trying to alert them to the upcoming rapids, but it was too late. They were already into the rapids and their raft went tumbling end over end, tossing the kids, their packs, and the makings of their lunch into the water. Looking at the mess of the formerly pristine pool, Steph saw the old trout with his tail stuck in a peanut butter jar. He frantically swished his tail back and forth and, plop, the jar came off and zoomed to the surface. But there was still a big blob of peanut butter on his tail. "You got peanut butter on my trout!" she yelled at the bemused college kids as they dragged themselves out of the pool.
Note: No trout or college kids were harmed in the making of this story. It turns out trout like peanut butter, so the other trout in the pool nibbled the old trout's tail clean. The college kids were uninjured in their tumble over the rocks. They grudgingly agreed to 20 hours each of community service to settle the charge of reckless rafting. To their surprise, they enjoyed the forced hours picking up litter along the park's trails and became lifelong volunteers.
My last minute attempt:
Once upon a time there was a young knitter named Kaity. Though Kaity had been knitting for many years, she had a commitment problem. She had difficulties in choosing a pattern and sticking to it until the end. In fact, though Kaity had started knitting countless projects, she barely knew how to bind off, because she rarely finished these projects. It was this issue that led Kaity to only using free knitting patterns.
Then, one day, she discovered hat knitting. This solved Kaity's commitment issue, because hats are so small and quickly knitted. They also help to hide Kaity's unruly, too-curly hair. Discovering hat knitting also meant discovering the Woolly Wormhead and her knitting patterns, which inevitably led to much oogling and drooling over patterns that cost money. But Kaity was scared; would she finish a pattern she paid for? Or would the unfinished hat sit on her knitting shelve, always mocking her?
A great contest one day arose on the Woolly Wormhead's blog; write a story containing a quote and win much yarn, needles, and, most importantly, two entire books of hat patterns. Kaity lie awake at night, mumbling the quote to herself: "you got peanut butter on my trout." But try as Kaity might, she couldn't think of a story. She could not match the creativity of her peers.
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE: To let Kaity win the contest, see last paragraph. To have her lose, see next paragraph.
Kaity's lack of creativity lost her the contest, and she would forever gaze at the hats in twisted woolly toppers, trying to force herself to commit to a pattern. She would never learn to properly bind off.
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Somehow, Kaity managed to win the contest, and the beautiful Slable hat pattern she'd been eyeing. She soon knit an entire racks worth of hats, invented a new bind off technique, and lived happily ever after.