Sophie and I are sad

Sophie has a sad.

Vader is continuously beating up on her. She is a little dainty kittie, and doesn't appreciate a Bad Kitten jumping on her. (In truth, Sophie hates Vader with a white hot hate. You can see the daggers shooting from her eyes as she twitches her tail and glares at him. Really. White. Hot. Hate.)

I has a sad.

It's hard to see here, but I bent the end of my favorite size 12 crochet hook. Damn.

A wild creature has a sad.

DH captured this armadillo near our house. (DH does commercial animal and pest control.) I'd never seen an armadillo this close into Hotlanta. Poor thing.

I'm happy to report that Moe and Bubba took the armadillo out some ways away from our house, and let it go in the woods. Too far away for the critter to come back and dig in my yard!

I has a happy. I finished my first snowflake of the season. This is a variation on a Teri Dusenberry pattern named Chrysalis. Her pattern is done is two rounds - I altered the pattern so it could be made in one round. It's done in DMC Cebelia size 10, found in Hobby Lobby clearance for $1.74!

I has a bad. I laughed and laughed when I read this. Something is Shiny.

Vader has a Bad. But he's so durn cute....

Random Monday

Kinda overcast today.

I was out perusing the 'net, and came across this lovely collection of beaded beauty.  It's a fundraiser for curing colorectal cancer.  Really beautiful and inspiring.

I am working on knitting caps.  My church is sponsoring a local elementary school, the poorest in our county, and we are determined to make a cap for every child there.  (We're doing more tangible things too - like providing school supplies and mentors and backpacks full of food for kids to take home on the weekend.  These are very, very poor kids.)  It's good to for the kids have something warm that just theirs, not a hand-me-down or a cast-off.  And it makes ME feel good to help.

Three recent viewings of weird hair and no good pictures to speak of.  First viewing - African-American woman with a very elaborate braided 'do.  Said 'do was braided close to the head and two toned, with stripes of auburn and black hair (4 braids per stripe) swirling over her head.  Must have cost her a bundle.  I couldn't look away.

Second weird hair, seen on the train last week, a white woman whose hair must be originally solid gray. She had died her hair jet black. Nothing strange here - except that it had been a LONG time since she had done any touch up to the dye job, resulting in a 2 inch skunk stripe running down the middle of her head.  (This is one reason I Do Not Dye.  It requires much upkeep.)

the skunk haired lady is looking down in the middle

Third weird hair, seen in the waiting room of my internist's office.  A white lady there who looked to be about my age and her hair appeared to be light gray, in a short cut appropriate to her age.  Then I looked again.  All the front of her hair was gray.  The back half was jet black.  I'm not sure if she had a mega-version of the white patch that some folks had, but the division in hair color went over her head from ear to ear.  It almost looked like she was wearing a furry black hat, perched on the back of her head.

(Curly thinks I am bad for noticing these things.  I can't help it!)

I also saw another African American woman, young and cute with a sweet short haircut, who had dyed a lemon yellow swoosh of a stripe in her bangs.  Why?  People - if it's not a color known in nature, stay away from the dye bottle!

Since I've been crocheting, I got a wild hair and tried to do some crochet with tatting thread.  Maybe it's my crochet hook, but I could not make a granny square with Lizbeth size 20 to save my neck.

Guess what happens....

When Curly borrows my computer to check his Facebook page and then stomps off in a fit of pique, leaving himself signed in?

Why, I take advantage of the situation and update his profile picture.  With a charming school picture from 3rd grade.

Hee. 

I am wicked.  And I revel in it.