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There aren’t any words for poor little Friedrick’s profound sadness or deep feelings of rampant… angst. Wherever he goes something always seems to rain on his parade!

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Rainycloud from Mochimochiland. I honestly didn’t think I would get this guy done in time for the contest… however, I(‘m pretty sure I) did. I even felted him! (Although he looks a little, well, I’ll use the word lumpy but you can guess what I’m thinking the cloud kind of looks like o_O) This was also my first time using safety eyes, so I learned something from this experience too. I’m loving this little guy.

Another wonderful figure taken from my head and made a reality by:

Fun fact: knit while watching Sweeney Todd (so it’s nice and angstified) and Firefly (which is a whole different angry story).

When you’re a little one, sometimes the simplest things to everyone else are a pretty big task in your book. Speaking of books… as much as I love them, they don’t really help in the matter. I think it was when I was fifteen that I finally started to think that a witch wasn’t going to shove me in the oven anymore.

Even things like bathing make the most hearty and steadfast get a little weak in their knees.

Tubby, while cute and ‘bubbly’ is also a big intimidator to this little guy. However, it’s always a big comfort for me to take something that you might not enjoy and relate it back to a fun thing… like a day at the pool!

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Tubby by Anna Hrachovec at Mochimochiland. These pictures are for the contest. My friend Crystal made this figure for me from a very specific picture I had in my head. You should check out her shop! Say you like to collect a specific thing, like, oh I don’t know, raccoons… (*cough*) and you think, man, I really want some raccoon stitch markers- well she will make you some. They will also be super adorable. If you tell her that you saw her shop ad here, she’ll probably even cut you a deal, since you’re a friend of a friend.

Let’s start with the obvious:

Now that I work at a library it’s like “oh hey, I can check out any book I want to!” Plus since I’m there all the time, I can return them on time… although I don’t think it matters since (supposedly) I don’t get fined. Yeah right.

My copy of Little Women is so badly abused. The spine broke, pages are all shifted from where they’re falling out. Yet somehow the libraries copy has withstood the test of time? Jesus, I need to check myself. (Before I wreck myself. Word.)

What else makes me sad? Contests.

I entered two knitting contests this year. The first was earlier in the year, it was the knitty calendar contest.

(There was another photo I submitted, it’s around here somewhere…)

Yep, that’s Victoria from knitty. Those are from our wedding, in Hawaii. So, maybe they felt like I’d already won.

Cat hate.

This one also didn’t win! It was for the Crazy Aunt Purl sweater contest. However, it is chillin in the photo gallery for the contest, which if you haven’t checked out yet, you should. Although, it’ll take a while to go through. At least a loooot of people get to see it thanks to her gallery, which it hardly sees the light of day in my flickr.

Anyways, I don’t want to get myself down thinking about how I’m a total loser. Lame.

Oh great! Another downer. Garter stitch is getting me down man, it’s like… the man, man. Especially when you have to go out of your way to make it garter stitch. It’s one thing when it just happens naturally, you’re like alright, fine. Then when it’s time to actually knit one row, purl another to get the illusion of garter stitch it’s kind of like let’s smack this pony on the ass and giddyup. (To take a phrase from my dad.)

Also, I’m on dessert duty for Thanksgiving. Which is great because I love to bake (and never get to since someone doesn’t eat sweets. Or read this blog so my guilt trip will go unnoticed.) but at the same time… everyone wants pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving right? Nobody wants Thanksgiving muffins. So, I’m resigned, pumpkin pie. Maybe I could slip another dessert in without anyone noticing? Eh?

You know what doesn’t make me sad though? You. Leave me some love. <3