Crochet to Doll Clothes

I have been crocheting the Snotty Ripples blanket for over a year now.  I had Pig 3 pose with it before the holidays so that I would have photographic proof of it's existence.

I need proof of it because I'd like to throw it behind the couch and only think of it again when I'm feeling nostalgic.

Because I don't want to work on it again until we all travel by bullet trains and a smart car cover sized blanket is just an old fashioned memory.

Check the original in the back ground.  It's freakishly large and colorful.  The blanket, not the Ogre.

While breaking up with the Snotty Ripples, I made this for my girl Machete.

It's my version of the American Girl Doll Poncho Knitted Pattern.  No, mine doesn't have fringe, but it does have a crocheted picot edging.  How would I know the difference?  I am French.

 You see, my sweet little Machete got an American Girl Doll for Christmas.  It isn't just any American Girl Doll, it's Julie, the pot smoking hippie from San Francisco!

This was a link to America Girl Doll Julie.  Now, it seems to be other things.  Sorry, it's all html.  I am French. How would I know?

My mistake, it's Julie, the "fun-loving girl growing up in San Francisco in the 1970s. It also offers lessons about choices and friendship that still touch girls today."

Do you see how I could get that confused?

Now, Machete's doll is from the 1970's San Francisco, and since she is a fun-loving girl, she needed a poncho.

My actual fun loving doll from the 70's, Mandy, was all jealous.  She said "I will cut a bitch.  I pity the Fool that don't let me try that poncho on!"

Besides watching a lot of A*Team growing up, Mandy wanted to be a fashion model doll.  She always did have Barbie issues.

She can really work the run way, but not so much a hair brush.

I really think I should add "get out more" to my list of things to do in 2012.

2012-The Year of Amazing or Ah-mazing

Are you ready for another great year of zombie slaying, questionable family outings, and hell, questionable knitted goods?  No?  Uh, then you may want to check how you landed here.

I've been blogging for awhile, and was famous for a bit.  But after taking some time off from being awesome and trying to be a regular working person, I feel like I've lost some of what made me quirky.

  Although from the above photo, I don't think I picked a very good demonstration of loss of quirk.

Since 2012 is just around the corner, I figure it's time to set up new, back to fun goals.

1.  Donate more knitted items
2.  Bake bread
3.  Cook more dinners
4.  Visit FatCatCrochet
5.  Volunteer on a regular basis
6.  Get my boobs squished*
7.  Knit a sweater for me
8.  Quality rum, wine-no more hooch for me.

Now, those may not sounds fun, or above and beyond normal right now, but surely, with an Ogre and three Pigs in tow, I'm almost positive it will be an adventure.

*For the record:  I will not be bringing the Ogre and 3 Pigs to get my boobs squished.  I may take Bec though, she's my sponsor.

I need energy to lose my money quicker

I have a secret love of lotto scratchers.  When I was in high school, every time I'd fill up the old escort, (Ford, not hooker) I'd get a bottle of Coke, a pack of squares, and a lotto scratcher.  Ah, so much class, and only $14. 

I'd been thinking about getting some holiday scratchers, you know, as gifts, for other people, not for me.  No scratchers for me. 

So here's what my to do list looked like today:

1. Buy a Michigan Raffle ticket for the low, low price of $20.  Excellent odds.
2. Buy scratchers, for other people.
3. Hell, if I'm at the Party store, oh, who are we kidding, the liquor store, I might as well get an energy drink.
4. Walk to the liquor store because if one gets exercise on the way to wasting money on lotto tickets, it sort of even outs the bad with the good.
5.  Wait. Research must be done on the best odds on scratchers, a list of good ones will be made and utilized while in the store.
6.  Trick the Ogre into this venture, he needs exercise too, and get him to pay for all of the above.

All but item 1 on the list was completed.  Now, I sit, all hopped up on lo carb monster with a pile of scratchers and glee in my heart at the prospect of coining the gray stuff off to reveal, well, I mostly like removing the gray stuff.

Happy Holidays...I don't care what you celebrate

While getting the Holiday Cards ready, the Ogre asked, "These are about set, unless you've developed a grand ambition to write an accompanying letter."

My response was, "uh, nothing really happened this year."

This is a lie.  Things happened, but, well, this is the letter that is not being sent and you can decided.

Dear Friends, Romans, and Countrymen,

Here at the Ogre household, we've had a cut bait sort of year.  Which may mean we're just not that into fishing.

Holly dropped out of Massage School in January.  It just wasn't her bag, baby.

Holly then quit her job in December. It just wasn't her bag, baby.

(One may begin to wonder what her bag is.)

The Ogre used to travel all the time for work.  Not anymore!  He got a more on site job.

We visited Pam and Dan in Florida over Spring Break. They'd finally had enough of Michigan, and relocated to Florida.

The Pigs all spent the summer in Day Care.  They were not fans. 

School started again.

Pig 1 may have quit Scouts. He's on the fence.  But he did start Robotics Club.  Hey! It's endorsed by Morgan Freeman and will.i.am.

Pig 2 is really trying to cut down on the swearing.

Pig 3 is really trying to be taller.

We went to Disney World, had a great time, and we're refreshed and ready to have a great Holiday Letter...next year.

Not stellar. Nothing to really write home about.  We'll try harder to be interesting, or at least have more stick-to-itiveness, this year, 

Save me from myself

I told the Ogre I would help him wrap Christmas.  If you know me, you know this is an empty promise.  I hate wrapping gifts.  I hate even edges, and bows, and tape.  Really?  Do you need that much tape?  Then I get all "why do we have to buy gifts in December?  I love you and want to buy crap that you don't want year round!"

So, I said I would help wrap.  But my secret plan was to just be upstairs with the Ogre while he did all the work.  What was I planning on doing during this time of joyous holiday cheer?  I was planning on doing some home hair removal.

Oh, yes.  I can grow a goatee, a fu manchu or a full lumberjack beard.

 No, not me, but could be after a couple of days.  Available at beardhead

While the Ogre wrapped, I waxed.  Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I waxed. The 'stache, the goatee, and the unibrow.  Dearest, dear Pigs.  You are blessed.  You will have full beards when you are 13.

Happy Holidays, and Merry Beardmas.  If you love me, you will get me an electrolysis session.

Disney...Hells Yes I said Disney

We went to Disney, yes again, last week.

It's empty, because the Ogre is AWESOME!

 It was so fun there was barfing and two potty accidents.

Sadly the two potty accidents were mine.  I was running, to have more fun, and well, pee happened.

 

standing still is fine, it's the running that makes me pee

While there, we saw many a happy site, like this

the Ogre riding Dumbo.  Now that doesn't happen everyday.  If it did, I think it'd still be amusing.

Pam and Dan also met up with us one night at the amazing Flying Fish restaurant on the Disney Boardwalk.

Ogre, Pigs, Pam and Dan-I was taking the damn picture.  No, no one was around to take the photo for us, we only travel when other humans are not around.  You do not want to see the Ogre in a crowd.

Who is the Ogre's twitter BFF? Neil Patrick Harris, yo!  Although in a very Friends episode turn of events he saw Isabella Rosselini, and had a chance with her, but had recently taken her off his list.  Not true, she is totally on his list, he just didn't have a chance with her.

 

The Magic Kingdom is the happiest place on earth.  I know this because you can take your whole Ogre, Pig filled family, hang out with Plushies, let your Muppet freak flag fly, and, and visit Tatooine and have people know what the hell you're talking about when you say TTC, MK, or Ooooh! can we stop at Club Cool for a Kinley?

 

We saw this phone box and had to check and see if it was the Tardis, you know, in disguise.

Turns out, it's really a phone box.  Like a real phone box.  This is also something I know because I touched the very, very dirty handset.

It has a real dial tone.  Not the Tardis, but a direct line to Serenity-Ah-mazing!

Oooh.  We also met Father Christmas!  It was very much like the Polar Express...Pig 3 got a bell from Father Christmas!

Just after, Pig 2 asked Father Christmas "Did you know that mistletoe is good against werewolves?"  Father Christmas answered "I know son, I have some werewolves on the naughty list.  Don't even get me started on the zombies."