Purple pants and politics

I was going to write all about the hilarious mishaps involved in sewing these clothes for the adorable Purl Rabbit (and, believe me, there were mishaps).


I was also toying with the idea of writing a bit about my concerns about the skinniness of this rabbit.

I was all set to write a witty piece on the complexities of blogging and feminism and the making of cute crafts, and then I read the Yarn Harlot's post for today. And then there was no more funny. Please go read it right this second if you haven't already.

(I am beginning to worry that the Purl Rabbit, while very cute, may be the Kryptonite to my super-hilariousness. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.)

Oh, hi there.

Well, hello. How lovely to see you.

My rabbit was all dress and no face long enough. I held my breath and crossed my fingers and spent yesterday afternoon embroidering the face...


...and attaching the ears.

Perfectly acceptable.

Is it wrong that I can't wait to make more clothes for her? The sweaters, the pants, the tops. All of it.

And can you believe how this post has not a single ounce of hilarious in it? Turns out it's impossible to have razor-sharp wit in the face of a cute stuffed rabbit. Everything just turns into goo and rainbows. And goo and rainbows aren't as funny as you'd think they'd be. Goo, maybe. Rainbows? Not funny.

There's more funny around the corner. For now, let's just all enjoy the cute.

Chickens make dresses

As it turns out, when the tough gets going, Dr. B. does something else.


Rather than attaching the ears and embroidering the face of this rabbit yesterday, I made a dress instead.

Look, I got scared. Real scared. I wasn't ready to ruin my beloved rabbit with some bad embroidery. I did manage to draw a face on very lightly, but after that, it was all chicken all the time.

What's ridiculous is that I don't think I've ever sewn an item of clothing before (except for that Holly Hobby bathing suit I've mentioned). But suddenly, sewing a small dress with pleats seemed like the perfect thing to do to calm my nerves.

If you'd been here while I was making it, I think you would've been impressed with the number of flaws there were in the process. And the number of times I spoke out loud to myself about the whole thing.

"Oh, I'll just make this the back piece. No one will notice."

"Well. I guess I'll just slice this whole part off. Then it will line up, and everything will be fine. FINE!"

"Mmm. Well. It is what it is."

I am not in the running for Miss Rabbit Dress 2007 . But you know what? That's really OK.

I think I'll be OK, everyone.

All my people and a rabbit

ME: I think I'm gonna make this Purl rabbit.
SIDEKICK: Really?
ME: Yeah. It's really cute, and you can make lots of clothes for it, like a dress and some pants and a little top.
SIDEKICK: Uh huh.
ME: Also? You can knit a little sweater for it. It's super cute.
SIDEKICK: You'd better blog about it first.
ME: What? Why?
SIDEKICK: Last time.
ME: What "last time"?
SIDEKICK: Just two seconds ago, when you were gonna make that $300 blanket -- all your people gave you shit.
ME: Right.
SIDEKICK: Right?
ME: Not all of them. They were all really sweet and totally right.
SIDEKICK: I'm just saying. They know what's what. Maybe they'll know something about this rabbit.
ME: But it doesn't look that hard.
SIDEKICK: Uh huh.
ME: And I want to try out my new stuffing!
SIDEKICK: Sure.
ME: I'm just gonna make it.
SIDEKICK: {Has a nice little laugh about my foolishness and goes on about his business.}


Here's how far I got on the rabbit yesterday. Oh, but the ears aren't actually sewn on yet.

It would've gone quicker, but my first set of legs and ears were sewn way too narrow, so I couldn't turn them inside out. When I say "couldn't" I mean I tried for about an hour and a half using all manner of tools, including a pencil, a corner turner, my widdle fingers, and a chopstick. You can't say I don't try.

Up next: Ear attachment. Face and feet embroidery. And then making those adorable clothes.

(Let's not yet rule out the possibility that my embroidery could turn this super-cute rabbit into a scary-faced creature, not suitable for viewing. For the next day or so if you're looking for me, I'll be teetering on the fine line between cute and scary. Wish me luck.)

Maybe this time will be different

I am strongly considering crocheting a blanket. This blanket, to be exact. The square above is a wrong-yarn, wrong-hook test square (WYWHTS) to see if I could stand to crochet something.

Why, yes. I have been burned by crochet in the past, thank you for remembering. And I have, as a direct result of those burns, made strong statements about how I feel about crochet.

In my defense, the strong statements were typed in a very small font, so I think this leaves plenty of room for me to give it another chance. Did you see that font? It was the smallest! Anyway, things deserve second chances. So there.

Here's the part where I might need to seek some professional help, though: I am strongly considering spending a lot of money to make this blanket. I'm not going out of my way to do this. It's easy to do! All I have to do is use the yarn that the pattern calls for, and right there you're looking at -- I'll let you do the math if you're so inclined -- 22 skeins at $13.50 per skein equals a lot of money.

I might have some problems. I'm willing to admit that. But why do something if you're not gonna really do it?

What I like most, I think, is the idea of each of you sitting and laughing a little bit at what a foolish undertaking I'm about to embark upon. That pleases me in a way that even I find surprising.

Who knew?

I've got your soft dreamy layers right here, pal.

The sweet UPS guy just delivered my order from Purl (which got here so fast), and it is full of glorious random items.

Sure, I'd gone to Purl to buy a magazine for a particular pattern, but while I was there, it seemed only reasonable to get some stuffing for a someday pillow, some tester sizes of the soap that people love for their handmades, and three Robert Kaufman fabrics - berry, coal, and cocoa - also for the someday pillow. Right? I don't want to make a big plane fly and a big truck drive all the way here just to hand me a magazine.

I am overwhelmed with excitement and confusion.

What will become of me and my dreamy layers?

Aaaarrghh!

The Overwhelm of Meta-crafting

Crafting in today's world - i.e., The Future - has become glorious yet strange. And I'm really feeling the strange these days.

Allow me to do a thoroughly unscientific, completely unresearched, and not at all valid bit of analysis to make my point.

Let's just use quilting as our example, because it's easy. Back in the day, quilts were mostly function. Some style, sure. But mostly function. The steps involved were the following (according to this made-up history I'm constructing):

1. Gather up fabric items that are damaged beyond repair and/or outgrown.
2. Cut said fabric up into useable shapes.
3. Sew useable shapes up using needle and thread to make new useable item.
4. Put useable item to use.
5. Repeat from 1 when appropriate.

In the future (you know, the time we are living in right now), the steps can be very different. And by different I mean overwhelming.

Now, I know that in many places the traditional 5 steps are not only necessary, they are the only steps. The overwhelm I'm describing is absolutely, unequivocally a First World problem. I am clear about that. Please don't think I'm unclear about that.

That being said, here are the Steps in Quilting Today that will lead a person straight to Overwhelm City.

1. See fabrics and quilts on the internet or on crafting shows that you've recorded on TiVo.
1a. Leave an effusive comment if the quilt you saw was on someone's blog.
2. Find book or online information about how to create quilt using many techniques.
3. Order fabrics online and/or go to quilting/fabric store to buy brand new fabric.
4. Wash brand new fabric to remove sizing and to make sure colors won't bleed.
5. Iron washed fabrics.
6. Gather equipment for cutting fabric - rotary cutter, cutting mat, ruler.
7. Cut fabrics with equipment using patterns and/or precise measuring.
7a. Replace cutting blades regularly.
8. Sew fabrics with sewing machine or by hand.
9. Iron as you sew.
10. Take photographs of process using digital camera.
11. Upload photos onto computer.
12. Modify photos using photo software.
12a. Create and maintain a set of photos on Flickr to capture the workings of this project.
13. Blog about process.
13a. Write clever and/or useful commentary.
13b. Include photos.
14. Check for comments on blog.
15. Respond to comments on blog.
16. Continue to sew quilt.
17. Repeat 10-16 until quilt is complete.
18. Figure out whether to turn quilt into useable item or hang on wall, as Steps 1-17 have taken two years.

It should seem pretty obvious that there are many places where the whole thing can fall apart, what with all those steps. I get lazy just looking at all those steps. If I'm honest, it's the 13s that are really killing me. Well, 13 and 15. Oh. And 16. Whatever.

But Dr. B., it doesn't have to be that hard. Just make the quilt and don't worry about all the extra bells and whistles. Don't let the meta-crafting interfere with the crafting-crafting.

If only it were that easy. Once you're into this thing, you're in. {sigh}

Quiltie, hang in there. Mama's gotta watch her TV shows and do some more blogging before she can get to you. But you'll be ok. You've made it this far. Just think, some day you and I will reach 17 together, and we will be so happy. Won't that be great, Quiltie?

Quiltie?

The Future!

The tallest yarn

News flash: I'm no artist.

As you'll recall, here's the drawing I did -- from memory -- of the giant haul of yarn that my PIC's sister brought back from Argentina.


We all agree that, while this is a stunning image in many, many ways, I shouldn't quit my day job to become an illustrator just yet.

What I might want to do, though, is turn my ability to predict the future into cash money.

Remember as I was leaving, I posted that I was gonna take photos of the yarn? I didn't tell my PIC this. She had no idea I was going to ask her to pose for such a ridiculous thing. However, when I showed up to her house, she was wearing the outfit I had drawn her in (except for the shoes. As I said, she'd never wear grey shoes.)! Check it out in this backlit photo!

I'm also psychic enough to know that many of you hate that picture because you can't see the yarn.

So here. Let's step out onto the patio.


Ta DAH!



Dudes! Check it out! Everything is all smushed down, so it's not seeming as tall as it really is. But, I am here to tell you, it's the height of a six year-old. And it is such. Good. Yarn.

Also? I came through on this intention to take and post these photos. Let's make sure we don't forget that. I'm probably gonna need to cash that in at some point. Since I do have the power to see the future, I can tell you with quite a bit of certainty that I will surely blow it in the follow-through department. You'll remember this then, won't you?

Visiting The Haul

I'm running out the door to go visit my PIC and The Argentinian Haul.

I'll take my camera this time, and maybe - just maybe - I'll be able to capture the magnitude of what I've been talking about here.

Knowing me, though, I'll come back with a bunch of hemming and/or hawing about how this picture doesn't really do it justice, or how I couldn't really get any good pictures because we found ourselves buried under all the yarn, or how I totally forgot to take pictures because we were swept away into a time warp.

The point is this: I have very good intentions (which you know I have in general). Those intentions are currently set to "make sure to take good pictures of all the yarn" and "post those good pictures on the blog". My intentions are pure.

Here's what you can do for me: Keep on breathing. Please don't suspend said breathing while waiting for photos. I care about you too much to see you lose precious oxygen to the brain.

I'm getting clothes dirty right now.

Projects or tasks that seem to be never-ending cause me a great deal of consternation.

Take laundry, for example. I have many beefs with laundry. This is but one: It never ends. Ever. As the title of this post suggests, I'm sitting here right now, minding my own business, and my clothes are getting dirty. Not because I'm sitting in filth. But because that's how it is. It is the very nature of laundry itself, to always be recruiting perfectly good clothes into taking its dirty laundry form. I hate it.

I think this is part of why I fancy the crafting. If you are a responsible crafter, you can -- in theory -- complete something. And that's it. It's over.

Let's not split hairs about who finishes things and who doesn't, or who thought hand-quilting a queen-sized quilt was a good idea. Let's just not.

I'd like to simply go on record as saying that sometimes organizing one's supplies can be one of those endless things, and this Ravelry thing may be a very slow boat for me. It's a good thing. Just like fresh laundry is a good thing. But I think, if I'm honest, organizing and cataloguing my stash might just kick my ass.

Happy birthday to Mue

My adorable mother is having a birthday tomorrow! Hooray for her being born!

I would go on and on about all the amazing things you should know about her -- like about how she has super-powers, and how she can make things happen for people with those powers; and how she raised me and my brother to feel like the most special people on the planet, capable of doing or being anything; or how she's just really, really cute -- but you would just get jealous, and then you wouldn't read my blog, and then I'd be sad. And my mommy wouldn't want me to be sad.

So, as a little tribute to my mom, please enjoy this little girl singing this adorable song.

Happy Birthday, Mue!

Super cute wall decals

You know I generally prefer the handmade gift over the store-bought gift. On principle, I think doing a make, and then giving the make away are key to everything.

However.

Every now and again, I've gotta give props where props are due. And these Blik wall decals are so prop-worthy, it's not even funny.

My PIC and I saw some of these in person in Vancouver recently and just couldn't bring ourselves to buy them. Even though they are re-positionable, removable, and downright adorable, we couldn't justify the purchase.

But, let me tell you, they are not making it easy to resist. Go over there and see what I mean.

P.S. Don't miss the Rainbow Poops.

(I also highly recommend saying that P.S. as often as possible. It might just be the very thing your life has been missing. No? Just me? Ok, then. Just me. Well, me and probably my wasband.)

(via not martha)

So many ways to blow it. So little time.

I don't know what to tell you. Sometimes everything seems just fine. La la la.


And then you look a little closer -- perhaps in better light -- and it's not fine.




And then you wonder, "Why did I look closer? Everything was so perfectly fine before I went and did that."

If I were a different person, I could move past the cable-like nubbin ridge (CLNR) in the middle of my Chevron scarf. I would throw caution to the wind, embrace the imperfection that is life itself, and I would move on. Not rip the thing back. Just move on.

So, next step: Get my hands on one of those devices that turns you into a different person.

Yarn is weird

You know how when you look at something for a long time, it can start to look really weird?

...like when you spell a word, and you know it's spelled correctly, but all of a sudden it just looks strange?

That's how I'm starting to feel about my yarn.

I'm sure these yarns are just fine. Exactly right. Just as they should be.

And yet, they look kinda funny.


Well. In all fairness, I'm sure the yarn feels the same way about me.

My Wiikend

It's been all this, all the time since Friday.

Given that we've been trying since November to get one, it should be understandable that we've been playing into the wii hours of the morning.

Please add this to the growing list of things that are going to make me wonder where 2007 went.

Let "Operation In Sight, In Mind" commence!

I have a theory.

I developed this theory earlier today, after taking some photos of my yarn stash for Ravelry.

(I just got my invite to Ravelry, and it could not have come at a better time, since I was just talking about how if I can't see it, I forget I have it. So, I am very excited about Ravelry. But more on that in another post. Must. Tell you. About. Theory.)

My theory is this: I think there is a relationship between the amount of love I have for a yarn and my ability to take a good picture of it.

While it is certainly not always the case, I think it can be said that the more I love a yarn, the more likely it is that will I take a bad picture of it. The picture is likely to be blurry, badly composed, and just in general unremarkable. Remember those photos of the Argentina haul? Ok then.

So. With that in mind, how would you say I feel about this yarn?

I don't want to toot my own horn about this photo or anything, but here's a hint: I'm not getting married any time soon.

I completely forgot I had that.

My PIC has always been amazed by my ability to forget I have things. These "things" can be anything, from food to yarn to fabric. You name it, I've likely forgotten I have it.

PIC (looking in my cupboard): Oh my God. You have a whole chocolate bar in here?
ME: Oh. Yeah. I completely forgot I had that.
PIC: What are you talking about?

She and I used to work together, and she would often come into my office and ask if I had any food.

ME: Let me look.

I'd pull out a box where I kept snacks.

ME: Oh.
PIC (dumbfounded): You completely forgot you had that huge bag of Cheetos? How is that possible?!
ME: Hmm. Right. You want some?

This whole thing is generally fine by me. I don't concern myself with it. When it comes to my things, if it's out of sight, it is very likely -- as they say -- out of mind. Then, when I see it again, it's kinda like Christmas. Only paid for already.

But every now and again I amaze myself. Really and truly. I will come across something that is so far out of my awareness that seeing it is like a walk down memory lane. Only with no real nostalgia. More like with some "what the...?" and some "oh, good lord, you're kidding."

This scarf - abandoned after a few strands of fringe - was at the bottom of a pile of yarn that I just went through last week.

As I stared at this scarf, the whole thing came back to me: the lady at the yarn store who convinced me that a metallic yarn would look "so rock 'n' roll" with the tweedy red yarn I'd selected; the 50% off sale and its judgement-impairing properties; the lady telling me to cut the fringe before I started knitting so I wouldn't run out of yarn; my knitting the scarf and having no idea why I was knitting it or who it would be for; my running out of yarn because I hadn't listened to the lady about cutting the fringe first. (Sure. I listened long enough to buy metallic yarn, but not long enough to get the actual good advice she was offering.)

So here I sat, years later, staring at this almost-finished-and-so-very-useless scarf. I stared. I thought. And then I did what I usually do in these situations: I put it back where I found it.

I figure the next time I stumble across it, perhaps I will be pleasantly surprised and only moderately disgusted that I made it. And it will be just like Christmas.

I need more yarn

...like I need a hole in the head. But these Socks That Rock yarns will not leave me alone. Everywhere I turn, someone is using this yarn to make something delightful.

Cara used it for her mini Monkey socks in Watermelon Tourmaline. Very cute little socks, and I've had my eye on that Watermelon color for a while.

Tiennie used it for her Chevron scarf in Monsoon and Footzey Foo. This is, hands down, one of the most beautiful color combinations I've ever seen. Ever.

A-ha!! In a move that I can only make sense of by thinking the yarn gods are looking after me, Monsoon is only available to the Rockin' Sock Club members. As I am not a member, I shall not be purchasing any yarn today. So there.

I'll bet those grapes were really sour anyway.

Don't cry for me, Yarngentina

You wanted to see more of that yarn, right? Well, here's the last good photo I was able to take of some of it:

After that, I was so woozy from the sheer volume of yarn, and also I think from the smell coming off of the ball winder (maybe oil? maybe oil and fiber?) that good photos became impossible to produce.

Exhibit A - dark, blurry, crooked (and not in a good way)


Exhibit B - terribly lit and composed. Also blurry.

By the way, see how the phone is off the cradle in this one? That's because I'm calling everyone I know to try to describe the gobs and gobs of yarn.


Exhibit C - Buh.


How hard can it be? Seriously. There's no reason for that piss-poor quality.

I'm taking it as a sign that my nerves are obviously shot, and that this much yarn can't be good for anyone. Or maybe the yarn is so glorious that it can't be photographed. In any event, we've still got a bag the size of a first-grader left to wind, and I will try to take more blog-responsible photos. Promise.

Yarngentina!

Balls are so last week.

Top yarn cake: Weren't you a ball yesterday?

Bottom yarn cake: Ugh. Why are you even asking? You know I was.

Top: I'm asking because I'm confused.

Bottom: Oh, brother.

Top: I am!

Bottom: Always with the questions and the confusions with you over there.

Top: I just don't understand why she would go through the painstaking trouble to hand-wind us from hanks into balls, only to then -- months later -- wind us into cakes. It's just very suspicious.

Bottom: Look, dude. All is know is yesterday I was a ball. I was a ball, you were a ball, and so was Yellow-Green-Pinky next door over there. Yesterday we were all balls. Today we're cakes. That's it. It is what it is. Leave it.

Top: It is what it is?

Bottom: Why are you always making trouble? Go with the flow, dude.

Top: Go with the flow? What flow? I'm just supposed to keep changing forms at her will? With no explanation? Whenever she pleases? One minute I'm a hank, the next I'm a ball, now I'm a cake. Who knows what will come next? A scarf? A mitten?

Bottom: Please.

Top: That's all you're gonna say about this? "Please"? Aren't you outraged? Don't you feel like you're just being used to satisfy her whims? Don't you have any integrity or sense of moral outrage?!

Bottom: For the love of Pete. We're easier to stack as cakes, and she's re-organizing her stash. That's all there is to it.

Top: Oh. Well. That's cool.

Bottom: Yeah.

Top: Next time I'd like to be in the loop.

Bottom: Noted.

Top: I'm still full of moral outrage.

Bottom: Yes, yes. Of course. How could you not be.

My SIL turns good things into great things.

My brother and sister-in-law were just here for a visit.

We were all out to lunch on Saturday when suddenly she squealed with delight. Kind of out of the blue.

"Oooh! I have something to show you when we get back home!"

As you may recall, she is fantastically cute. I have never known anyone whose style is so unrelenting in its cuteness. So, you can imagine my interest was piqued.

Once home, she got her backpack, unzippped it, and slowly -- very slowly -- began pulling something out of it.

My inside voice: I recognize that green polka-dotted fabric. Did she make something with the fabric that I made something with before? What is that?

"Look!!"

She turned it around, and it was the heating pad cover I'd made her for Christmas.


But there was something in it that was not a heating pad.

"Look!" She put the whole thing down flat, opened the velcro side and slowly (she will put on a good show) pulled out an adorable laptop computer.

"It's the PERFECT bag for my brand-new laptop!! This way I get to use it and look at it all the time, not just when my back hurts!! Isn't that great?!! For my laptop!!"

Dudes. That heating pad cover is also a laptop bag. Because my SIL is a genius.

Heating pad covers were the new scarves. Now, it turns out, they are the new laptop bags.

You can read more about the heating pad cover/laptop bag here, here, and here.

Thank you to Denyse Schmidt for the Hold Me Close heating pad cover inspiration. And thank you to my SIL for being such a genius. Something to show me, indeed!

Who hears angels singing?

When I tell you that this is maybe one-tenth of the yarn from Argentina, I might be exaggerating. It might be one-fifteenth.

Dude. Seriously. This shit is bananas.

Pretty things

I have another deadline I need to attend to, but I don't want to leave you empty-handed. So I thought I'd share some online items that I've been drooling over lately:

This beautiful Lumen Shadow Projector comes in different styles, including a cedar tree, magnolia tree, and just birds. Seriously, isn't that a really lovely thing?


This wool blanket is from Branch - a store that specializes in gorgeous (and pricey) sustainable items. When I finally get those millions, this blanket will be mine. Mine! (You might try to tell me that I could make this blanket. But if you did that, I'd need some convincing. And some education. Because, would I knit it and then felt it? No, right? Or yes? Urgh. I know nothing.)



My sidekick and I considered getting these wall displays from Sprout Home for our new office, but then thought better of it. They're just a little too too. We still think they're cool, though.

Now, if only I could find a new, modern lighting fixture to put over our dining room table, life would be good. (As always, any ideas you've got are welcome.)

Cheers!

Help me understand fashion

So, I've got some practical questions about this Nicole Farhi sweater. (Never let it be said I'm not curious and open to learning.)

1. What happens when you take that pin out? Does the whole thing just fall open and slide off your shoulders every five seconds? Or does the front just lie there in two lumpy strips?

2. Why the weird-length sleeve? Oh, right. Because my forearms are always burning up when I wear cardigans.

3. Are those pockets with the side openings solely for the purpose of sliding your hands in, like a muff, only pocket-shaped? I certainly couldn't put any other item in there without it falling out. Oh, wait. You know what? It's all coming together for me now. Although my forearms tend to be piping hot while wearing a cardigan, my hands are always ice cold. Ice cold. And if the pockets opened on the top, I'd look like a real dork with my hands in those pockets. Duh.

4. Finally, why -- in the face of these puzzling and impractical components -- do I like this sweater?

I thank you for your assistance in this matter.

Quick! There's a sale on fabric!

Tonic Living, people. Another online wonderland of amazingly good fabrics.

And! Until this Sunday (the 20th), all of their fabrics are 15% off!

I've never ordered from them, and I don't remember how I found out about them. But go take a look. Really cute. And! A sale!

How about that owl fabric? (In what seems to be a trend with my links lately, the blue is sold out, but the pink was still in stock last time I checked.)

Let me know if you see anything you like over there!

Super-buzzy, you're the one!

You make crafting lots of fun!
Super-buzzy, I'm awfully fond of you.
Boo boo pee doo.

(If you weren't singing all of that to the tune of Sesame Street's Rubber Duckie song, I highly recommend going back and doing that now. And, if you're interested, clicking on the song link will take you to a delightful mp3 file of the original song. But I digress.)

My most recent set of purchases from Superbuzzy arrived today! The package consists primarily of items that will be birthday gifts. Having just looked at all them closely, I can tell you that the giftees have many fits of glee to look forward to as a result of the outstanding cuteness and glory of these gifts.

I shall provide you with a link for one item in the package. This might minimize the grief I'll get from a one Nora of Black Dog Knits for my withholding ways. But it might not.

However! Do not click on the "this is the one thing in the package" link below if both of the following are true: you and I know each other and your birthday is May 18th. Also, do not read the comments if you are that person. Don't. If you are not that person (which should be the overwhelming majority of you), feel free to do as you like.

This is the one thing in the package that is still available. The other items I bought are sold out, so there are no links to them anymore, but I promise I'll show you pictures laters. And you will cry. And be mad at me. And maybe take up a hobby you never intended to take up. But, that's the way life is, people. Don't look at me.

Edited to add: Sorry. That one thing is gone now, too. Hang in there. Photos soon.

In the meantime, the longer the Chevron scarf grows, the harder it is to photograph. Let's see... how about long-ways?

Nope.

Sideways?

Nope.

I'll have to get more creative and/or look around the world wide web and get back to you with a better photo. By the way, I'm not even half-way done with this scarf. Slow and steady may win the race, but who'll be interested when I finally cross the finish line? Boring. Harumph.

Yarnival, y'all!

You know what's fantastic? Debacles. I am gonna ride the wave of debacles all the way to fame and fortune. Why, you ask? Because one of my more spectacular debacles has just been accepted into the most recent issue of Yarnival. Woo hoo! I am really, really excited. A big thank you goes to Laura for selecting me for the issue.

I'd also like to thank everyone who worked on the baby booty fiasco with me: the lady at the yarn store, my PIC, and the author of that book full of lies about how long things take. I gotta give it up to all the people who've supported me all these years, and all of you who take the time to comment and let me know just how ridiculous things really are over here. This one's for you!

If you're new to my blog, welcome! Please look around, won't you? The last few posts are not really crafting or knitting-related, so I'd encourage you to check the sidebar for specific topics that interest you. There you've got your knitting, your crocheting, your sewing, and your what-not.

I will do my best to continue to bring you high-quality gaffes at low-quality prices. Deal? Deal.