On the home front, I've been dealing with hormones of every colour shape and size from the kind they put in milk, eggs and KFC (a good reason to go vegan) to the Ball & Chain's ("Can we have sex even if there's yarn in the bed?") to the Surly Teen's, ("It's all your fault you didn' knit me socks when I asked.") to the Imperious Goth Tween's ("I don't want to knit, I want to go to H & M, NOW!") and yes mine ("Will you all leave me alone so I can knit!") now that I am officially perimenopausal. BTW: Teen/tween angst and middle aged mummy ennui, are an explosive combination.
In the midst of all this craziness was a single spot of sanity (no, not my daily dose of Prozac.) My good friend Pagie Pie graduated from her expressive arts therapy program and curated a private showing of her knit and crochet thesis for the IGT and I which the B & C shot with the his new digital camera. Here are some highlights. For some unknown reason the MG Monster, so named for Pagie Pie's love, did not turn out. (Mercury Retrograde maybe?)
Pinky was hopeful!
Cirque de Poulet
"Whaddya mean I'm not a chicken?!"
Maniacal Sleepy Time Bears. (You don't wake up from napping with them!)
Lizardos
Flying Fish
"I'm not disemboweled, just misunderstood!"
1 comment:
Thanks for putting those pics up. My school work was not all in vain. I was just so fortunate to graduate from a school that understands just how all consuming knitting can be and rather than discourage me, they encouraged me to knit all of the funny creatures that quack inside my head! Pagiepie
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