I didn't want that doll picture to be the 1st thing you see when you open up this page, so here are some tacos for your viewing pleasure.

Ok I know this is a really creepy photo, but let me explain. For my friend�s daughter�s 6th birthday I was going to make her an American Girl outfit. It was awful! Couldn�t find size 2 needles, couldn�t find a pattern with a picture, couldn�t find a good pattern, lost the pattern when my computer crashed, retrieved the pattern, left the present in Indiana for a while, and it went on and on.

After all that, the stupid thing was way to big for Samantha, so my friend, being the genius that she is, didn�t tell her 6-year old that it was for Samantha. It was just a doll�s outfit. So then the little one was apparently happy to have an outfit for her doll.

If I can get my paws on a legitimate American Doll pattern, I will. Although I doubt one exists because any competition with the AG empire is evil, right? That whole thing scares me. All the screaming little girls with braided pigtails outside the store on Michigan Avenue make my uterus curl up and threaten never to produce.

Anyway, the photo looks creepy because the original photo, which is really cute, has the 6-year old�s photo on it and I didn�t want to put her pic up on the internet. So I cropped her out and rotated the picture. I�m sure she was a little baffled about getting a birthday present in October when her stupid birthday was in June. I gave the present with best wishes and apologies.

Okay, enough about my suckyness.

Ooops...

I just re-read an earlier post about making a sweater for my cousin. Yeah, that's not going to happen. And on an inebriated Saturday night last week, I have a vague recollection of promising to knit something for a friend after her baby comes in late January...just weeks before the wedding. I'm not bright.

See the funky pattern?

Here's another little creation I made with Lion Brand's water colors series. I like it because it has a lot of brown and pastels, my favorite combo. I wish I had made it thinner and longer. I know short scarves are in, but I prefer them loooonnngeeer.

Mom had bought this chenille yarn in Minnesota last year and then ended up giving it to me because she didn't like the colors. Since then Mom has given me all her knitting stuff because she's decided that weaving is her poison of choice. Anyway, I casted on three stitches with this bad boy, kept adding on two stitches every other row until I got to 43 stitches and then decreased in the same pattern. I'm wearing it today but Ed wears it better.

Get me out of this thing...seriously.

Happy Howlloween!

This is my all-time FAVORITE picture of Ed. It says so many things: "I didn't do it." "Why aren't we napping?" "Where's my baby?" "Leave me alone." But it definitely doesn't say anything such as "Where's Lou?" or "Can I model your latest fabulous knit creation?

Here's Ed on a recent Fall day, probably wondering why I haven't been knitting much lately.