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Look, I’m only human. I make decisions sometimes that can only be explained by an overdose of Christmas spirit and a lack of common sense. And oh, my new venti espresso early morning habit isn’t doing a thing to improve either — I just do them faster. Such results can be great (see sweater knitting progress) or horrifically, hilariously bad.

Case in point. This morning I was outside spray painting at 8 am. What would I be tagging, especially so early? Wearing tennis shoes and my pajamas? In the snow? Salsa lids. Logically. 

Lessons learned: spray paint and snow don’t mix. Dogs like to drag off spray painted projects into the snow and bury them, which can be a total bitch to find without a metal detector. Lavender bath salts in a salsa jar is an absurd idea. Not even cute ribbon can make this spicy project tolerable.

Total fail.

Then again, ability to crack myself up at how bad things can end up? For certain.

Fear not Grinches! I have other ideas up my little jammie sleeve. Onward!

~K

Say that 5 times fast! A sneak peek at a couple projects underway at the ranch. Or homestead. Or suburban house I wish was a wee farm:

Recipes, knitting and sewing patterns and traditions I find meaningful — all on the pending schedule for H4. Still working on a few PDFs I plan to post in the next week. If you’d like some easy gift ideas, both of the craft and food varities, check out Handmade Holidays of years past. {Here is a checklist. And here are a few fun ideas.}

~K

Tall Lady needs to learn, I am not a mannequin.

Just because she knits something new doesn’t mean I’m supposed to walk around the house, strutting like some skinny French poodle on the dogwalk. I mean, GOD MOM. What will the neighborhood dogs think?

I’ve got an “obnoxious barking + no-discrimination humping policy” to uphold. It isn’t easy for a street dog like me to move into the burbs with all of these farm dogs prowling their backyards and make friends. I just want to fit in, sniff some butts, spend more time at the park and sniff some butts. Is this too much to ask?

I’m channeling my namesake, Willie, and writing a sad, lonely country song about the woes of the pound pup who was forced into drag.

Wait, that’s better. At least no one can see me now.

-w. Nelson Mandela

The net sum of all I’ve knit this year — one item.

And only 9 months late — a Christmas gift for Meg.

~K

A friend sent me this photo of her new adorable baby boy’s favorite way to sleep.

Needless to say, I think he’s got a future in African leadership.

~K