This is about as far as I go for Halloween.
Have I told you about those socks? The artist dyes them so that if you knit at gauge, ghosts appear. So much magic in this world.
Speaking of magic, I finished this self-confidence hat last week to wear during my seven hour pizza booth shift at our high school’s marching band invitational. Surprisingly, I made it through the day with minimal social anxiety! (Obviously, the hat had some help from my little buddy Celexa.)
Doesn’t the hat make me look like someone who might say, “Hi there! What can I get for you?” THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I SAID AT LEAST 4,392 TIMES ON SATURDAY! (Clearly, I was born to work the pizza booth.)
A few weeks ago I fell in love with this woman’s ear, and that sounds weird, but it really isn’t.
Anyway, Tempe and I hit the highway for a bit last week, and we returned home filled with Lebanese food and new holes.
Did it hurt? It did! Does it hurt now? Not at all! Is that really a gigantic photo of my ear? IT IS. It’s the holiday season, you know! Were the Lebanese nachos good? Oh, friend. Yes. (Clearly, I was born to eat Lebanese nachos.) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>
I wish I had a friend to go get piercings with me. I want one of those bars – I think they’re called “Industrial” piercings. BUT I AM SCARED.
Love the socks. For a non-fiber art person like myself it seems even more magical because even the knitting seems impossible.
I really want a small little stud for the top of my ear. I really don’t know why I can’t make myself go and do it. I’d rather have another tattoo than freak about a piercing.
So, NoMoBlahPo? Or…??
(I need to know so as to pace myself here in the comments. Also, to make note to tear myself away from the Grandsweetie who will be one year old tomorrow, and with whom we will be visiting until next week!)
I had some of that “ghost” yarn; in socks, it was way too big or way too small (if I eliminated one whole ghost’s worth of stitches.) So I gave it away. Glad it worked for you!