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••• Saturday, November 01, 2003

Post Treat Tricks

The Pumpkin Cakers


She had fun, I guess, although she's still a little young to really "get it." After a four-house trick- or-treating frenzy in the 'hood, (we had to cajole her to stop stopping to pick up sticks and leaves) we headed over to trick grandma.

En route to grandma's she hurled a milky banana slime all over herself, the back seat and daddy's wool jacket. I'm not sure what caused the spectacular expulsion, as she hadn't had any candy yet. She still hasn't had any, as a matter of fact (one benefit of not "getting it" is that she has no idea she has a stash). It seemed to be a one-hurl episode as she recovered quickly, while the rest of us suffered the stench for the rest of the evening.

For Halloween I dressed up as The Knitter Who Has No Current Works in Progess and Thereby Entitled to Cast on any Project her Witchy Heart Desires Without Guilt or Feeling Defensive. This costume allowed me to cast on and for the smocked sweater from Interweave Knits, with neurotic impunity.

In retrospect, I probably should been costumed in something a bit more understated and pragmatic, such as The Mildly Competent Knitter. Under the guise of said disguise, I may have avoided the consequences of two very stupid and painful mistakes and resulting froggins (several inches, times two).

These shots were taken before the most recent rip-out. The mistake was in the number of cast-on stitches so the booboo is not apparent unless you see the tiny piece held up against me.



I like this yarn (Harrisville Soft Spun) for this particular pattern. It provides a firm texture but has a softness from the silk. The yarn also contains these tiny, white, loose flakes that I fancy as little lamb danders. Precious.

Chilling Words on a Saturday Morn
From behind the closed door of The Caker's bedroom:
"Where'd the diaper go?"

Upon early entry to bedroom, this mutha was much relieved to find 2 year old bottom properly packaged.

A Head of His Time


We really love our dog but recent shananigans have left us no choice but to have his head made into a throw pillow. This way we can still enjoy those pathetically endearing chocolate-puddin'- eyes without suffering the disadvantages inherently associated with the other end.

post edited at 11:10pm via a drive-by whine eraser. Note to self: Don't post on emotional issues until sleeping on it.
# posted by Marcia @ 4:57 PM


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