Knitmares and Craftholes: Falling Apart

The only way this is going to be my “New Look” is if I happen to “Fall” into a woodchipper. At least that way I won’t be caught dead in it — just strewn carelessly about in bits of bloodied flesh and a spray of wool-mohair blend.

Also note the corner photo:

“Vest to Traumatize” might be a more accurate caption for this pattern. If any child ever needed a mother’s concerned hand clasped to her clammy skull, it’s apparently this poor little tortured towhead.

“There, there, Amber; I know we’ve been modeling these 10 lb. vests for five hours and you’re feeling woozy, but the bad man with the camera and hot lights will go away soon.”

One response

  1. As we say in Dixie, “You ain’t right” and you crack me UP! Thanks for the morning humor:)

    October 5, 2011 at 7:10 am

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