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shhhh don’t tell David

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Last night I was winding a couple of skeins into balls when i got to thinking. They two skeins came from my mom’s friend, Susie, including the very beautiful ‘Irises’ colorway. All of the yarn I’ve gotten from her has been sock weight which is awesome, but I don’t really make socks and there I was….thinking
If I started spinning my own yarn, I could not only get the colors I want, but also the weight I want. So I started researching, and looking up classes and wondering if I would save money by spinning my own yarn. And if i did not save any money, would it be worth it to get exactly what I wanted? It might be.
I started imagining the felted purses I could create. Not only would they be my own designs and patterns, but also my very own wool! Awesome? yeah! Then all the wealthy wieners that live by my auntie sue could buy my purses for a stupidly expensive amount of money and stop trying to take the purse I made for her. We would all be winners!
Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. First I need to learn. Actually, first David and i need to buy a house so i have the room to take on a new project like this! So, don’t tell David because I think the last thing he needs is for me to yet another hobby that costs money!

bunny baby bumpo bam

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I have been waiting a long time to post my newest project!!
Jen the master of payroll is having a little girl any minute now. When we discussed what I would make for her, she didn’t know what colors or themes she might have, just that it was a girl and everyone was making her blankets. Well, far be it from me to go with the crowd.
The awesome part of the gift I don’t have a photo for. Anna drew a wonderful and funny one page comic depicting the “little bunny foo foo” story. I was completely awed by her work and I don’t even have an image to share with you. Sad. I’ll see what I can do.
She made her comic based on the items I made for the baby.



A baby bunny suit with a hood and ears!

A baby bunny back end


The outfit is machine washable, but the tail is not so i attached it by button so that it could be easily removed for washing.


Baby bunny ears!!!


you can’t have a baby bunny outfit without baby bunny feet!


Oh my god! Little toes!!


The good fairy that defends the mice and offends the bunny.


I even made little wings for her. I wish I had a better shot of her hair, it was pretty awesome if I do say so myself.


The goon! When you bop the mice on the head you get turned into a GOON!


poor, lumpy, misshapen goon


not only does he have a pointed head but she gave him a big butt as well.


But you know what they say: Hare today, Goon tomorrow!

I also made 3 little mice but forgot to photograph them. I am rather pleased with the entire set. All the patterns are my own original creations with the exception of the mice (that pattern was just so CUTE). I could not find a crocheted baby outfit that looked the way i wanted it to so I sat down and made my own. Let me tell you, it’s one thing to design your own dolls and blankets, but clothing is an entirely different thing. This pattern took 4 iterations and killed 14 trees. In the end, it was exactly what I wanted.



And here are the dogs pretending to be tough.

pile of

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Today Levi dropped little Doti off for the weekend. Currently, a little house with 3 dogs doesn’t seem like a big deal. In fact it’s been really boring. Of course that could be because Doti had to take a dramamine before she came over and she’s still sleeping it off. Perhaps I should prepare for the wear-off.
She and Chester are trying to determine territories and the level to which they should protect them. Chester’s idea of ‘territory’ seems to be defined as ‘anything that fits in my mouth’ while Doti’s is just her crate. This means that Chester has hoarded a lot of ‘new’ toys but is still unsure of the mini soccer ball because it takes a lot of effort to get it in his mouth.
I left work early today. I felt bad because both my boss and my fall back stand in dude were out, but I figured multiple days of intestinal distress justified the leaving. Also, I was fucking crabby as hell and i figured I should leave before my mouth got me in trouble. Once you’re overcome by the urge to scream “get the fuck away from my desk” at people you usually enjoy, you know you gotta go because what happens when Mr Mustache starts talking to you about his erotic adventures with strawberries and mundanity.
The search is on for a house. I’m feeling very tentative about it, but logic says this is an amazing time to buy. Of course my soul is says i’m not ready for that kind of commitment. I’m handing it off to fate. What happens is what happens and everything works itself out in the end. Of course I’ve made it clear that my requirements are a fenced back yard for the dogs (and whatever other animals I collect along the way) and a dishwasher. My only chance at long term sanity is a dishwasher.
Of course, I have been checking the listings and have already found a few dream houses in our price range…