Upon opening my yarn wardrobe this morning to retrieve some miscellaneous balls of worsted this site greeted me:
Um… yeah. At a loss and in a pre-caffeinated state I did what any self-respecting blogging knitter would do. I went and got my camera.
Inquiries revealed that A3 had hidden the baby dolls here because, “They’re creepy!”
Displayed in this fashion I must admit that they do look rather creepy. Said toys have been removed from my stash and are now in the garage. I’m washing down my Prozac with a second cup of coffee in hopes of recovering from this early morning shock.
It’s raining again. We’re fine here, but to the north, south and west of us the flooding is disasterous. Losing a home is never easy, but right before the holidays seems particularly harsh.
After errands I hope to plant myself and finish up more Christmas mittens and gloves. Please ignore the dying/dead palm in the corner. I’m known as Dr. Kevorkian of the houseplant world.
edited to add:
Karen steered me towards this fun link: Viking Name Generator
I shall henceforth be called: Porkatla , the one we don’t let steer.