A Snit of O____ Sized Proportions

I try not to be political.  I really do.  However, this gets me all annoyed.

The US Olympic Committee letter here.  For those of you who are not familiar with Ravelympics, it’s a knitting competition (you compete with yourself) that takes place during the Olympic games.  Basically, we’re knitters and we like to watch the Olympics… therefore it makes sense that we would knit while watching our favorite Olympic sports on TV.  Thereby supporting their advertisers, the brand, etc.

According to the letter from the USOC, “We believe using the name “Ravelympics” for a competition that involves an afghan marathon, scarf hockey and sweater triathlon, among others, tends to denigrate the true nature of the Olympic Games. In a sense, it is disrespectful to our country’s finest athletes and fails to recognize or appreciate their hard work.”

The Committee also took issue with several patterns that used their brand without paying the license.  I get the branding issue, but is USA 2012 really branded?!  Does this also mean that my 6 year old cannot draw the Olympic Rings and give it away?  Because someone might get the brand confused or it might take away from a paid product by an official sponsor?

A half hearted appology was made.  NPR report.

Let me just say that I don’t really care if Ravelry changes the name of their competition.  I do care that someone is denigrating knitters.  Do you really want to make people with pointy sticks mad at you?

Oh My!

Our family was in the car this week going to do an errand.  I was asking the girls about their field trips for school.  The wee-est one had gone to the zoo and was really looking forward to seeing the snowy owls.  In fact, she was looking forward to seeing the snowy owls so much that she asked me to make a snowy owl for her to take to the zoo.

So I did.  We scounged up some leftover yarn and made an owl in about 2 hours – which included finding the button eyes and the yarn.

But back to the ride in the car (because otherwise my title doesn’t make much sense).  I asked the wee-est one if she was going to see lions.  “Yes.”  Are you going to see bears?  “Yes, I’ll see Trouble.  That’s the bear’s name, Mom.”

“So, you’ll see Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!”

“Mom… I don’t know what an ‘Oh My’ is.”

Oh dear… I think she’s just figured out how to do perfect delivery of a joke.  I think I’m in trouble.