All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others...

... or, why one shouldn't examine Richard Scarry too closely.

I have just finished reading Busy, Busy Town for the eight millionth time, and I am very disturbed. Why, for instance, do farmer and Mrs. Haystack, both goats, keep chickens? Why does Mr. Pig have a cow? And why, oh why, at the grocery store, is the nice butcher pig grinding up meat while sausages hang jauntily behind him? Why?!!

It's a little too Animal Farm meets Soylent Green for my tastes.

Oh well, the four year old loves it.

The Wishosaurus Knows All Your Secrets

Birthday Pie:

I Swear I am Not a Stalker (Much)

I went to Toronto this past weekend, for a very last minute girls gone wild kind of trip. Well, as wild as five moms in their thirties who knit and get sleepy by 11pm can get. (Actually, we did a pretty good job, as the 400$ bar tab could attest.) On the way back, we experimented with the sport of sprint shopping, as I had ten minutes to run in and out of Lettuce Knit to assuage my not so secret sock yarn addiction. It was a whirlwind of shopping, with the driver of our car waiting at the curb while I raced in to procure my swag. I don't think I even stopped long enough to get a bag. I did stop long enough to spy the (ohmigod) Yarn Harlot a few feet away and I had to get all fangirl on her and ask her to take a picture with my sock:


stalkery goodness:


She very graciously agreed, and we talked for a few moments. My friend and I said we were on a road trip from Ottawa, and I felt the need to confess that I had accosted her once before, when I saw a woman skating on the Rideau canal with fantastic handwarmers and realized it was the (ohmigod) Yarn Harlot and I once again got all fangirl-ish, but minus the camera (thankfully). At that point, she began to look nervous, and I think noticed that I was between her and the door, so I left before things got (more) uncomfortable.

I like to think that I manage through life with something like grace and aplomb, and then little moments like this happen to bring me back to my awkward reality.

The sock thought it was pretty cool, though.

swag!

Better Late Than Never

The last of the Christmas Socks are done! A little late, but pretty good considering December kicked my butt and I didn't manage to cast these on until Christmas Eve, during the annual Sushi and Misanthropic Christmas Movies Party. This years picks - The Ref (as usual) and Die Hard. Anyway - back to the perfect, lovely, squishy socks. They are made of one skein of Fleece Artist Sea Wool. Very soft and cozy... why do I keep giving these things away?