All Epics, Do Indeed, Come to an End

After an eventful summer, the project that encapsulates it all is FINALLY complete. At about 6:30 pm, est., I snipped the last end of yarn for the afghan from hell. Fittingly enough, I was in the middle of watching The Two Towers, courtesy of basic cable- talk about epic meeting epic.



Once the blasted thing was being crocheted together, it was far too big to carry about to continue working on, so I have two smaller projects in the finishing stages that were my breaktime crochet at work. And since I seem very adept at choosing projects that in hindsight seem terribly poignant, the amigrumi I am finishing for a 4-year-old's birthday gift is a personification of Death.

Lighten up, he's a very spooky little kid, much like I was at so tender an age. The idea came after I heard him talking about a commercial for a "...singing skeleton man" and I instantly knew he was referring to The Nightmare Before Christmas. Since said former little student was so fond of my crocheting, especially my prototype toys, it seemed very natural to combine the two. Henceforth, the spooky child will be receiving the dvd of TNBC and his own vaguely morbid toy. His brother, whose birthday is only a week earlier will most likely get a grey newsboy cap and a copy of the musical Newsies- I do my best to encourage the arts when I can...that and I'm REALLY sick of him singing songs from the High School Musical series whenever anyone asks him to sing. I'm pretty sure Zaquisha Efron and crew are what they pump through the speakers in Hell.

Well, back to work.

g.o.

So Much For Prolific Blogging

As of right now, I'm giving myself grand amounts of kudos for neglecting the blog for an entire month...but what an eventful month it was. In addition to massive upheavel at work, a visit south to L'Drake and the complete scrapping of my vacation plans, my car has decided to ruin its own record of 6 years as a fantastic piece of transportation technology.

The AFGHAN FROM HELL is vaguely starting to resemble a blanket now, I have one more row to slip stitch together length wise, and then comes the fun fun fun task of repeating that for the fifteen rows of the width. As uphill a battle as its been, especially trying to find ways to move it from place to place as I work on it, I'm growing strangely proud of it. I never used to think of myself as a patient person, I'm one of those people who avidly WATCH the food as it cooks in the microwave, telling it to "hurry up," but as I look on this sprawling mass of looped and twisted yarn, I'm reminded that not only can long strands of fiber change.

g.o.