I need to get out of this town.

Le Nouveau Bun

This is my new bunny, Rudy Cottonbottom, named after Russian ballet dancer and rug aficionado Rudolf Nureyev (the names Douglas, Jeffrey Lebunski, Archie, and Theo didn't quite make the cut). Besides all of the divots that he has already chewed/dug in my carpet, he's been awfully delightful. While poor Tildar spent most of her time sleeping and avoiding human contact at all costs, tiny Rudy enjoys running around my living room at breakneck speeds, being petted (!), and watching PBS with me. Hopefully he will never grow out of his awesomeness.

Mm, yarn.

For some reason I only ever feel like knitting in the spring and summertime. Because nothing keeps you cool in blazing hot temperatures like a half-finished wool sweater draped over your sweaty thighs.

Anyway, here are some cool projects that I'll start working on this year and then maybe finish before I die, if I'm lucky :

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Happy Seasonal Affective Disorder Awareness Month

Oh look, here's a stuffed Beholder monster from Dungeons and Dragons that I made for my Secret Santee a few weeks ago....

HAIRCUTMONTAGE

This is my little brother. We don't have much in common. He is the iron-pumping Abercrombie mall-cop wannabe firefighter, and I'm the flabby library artist granola-tofu-kombucha "hippie". And still, one of the best parts about going home is when I'm standing precariously on the edge of the bathtub with our wonky old hair clippers in hand, and he says, "Do what you want, and then shave it all off". Then we laugh and talk about funny youtube videos while I give him mohawks and devil horns.

Same goes for my older brother and dad, of course- except they are less adventurous with their hair, and instead of youtube, it's talk of old movies and time travel, respectively.

Hey, remember when I used to have that blog feature called "Things That Look Like Other Things"?

Well, here's a tent that looks a slice of watermelon.
Yours, for a cool $774.

via Nevver

Three yards, silk screened. I tea-dyed it in my bathtub (sooooo not getting my security deposit back) in an attempt to downplay the unintentionally Hannah Montana-esque color scheme. Now it just looks like Hannah Montana fabric that sat in an attic for eighty years.