Magnum P.I-tastic

My new obsession,



More the screen printing with felt, less Robert Pattinson. Thought the recipient of the pillow was definitely more thrilled with the Robert Pattinson aspect.

The technique is something I really want to explore more. Here is my second go around



Not sure if it's going to end up a pillow or just framed. But one thing's for sure, nothing says Friday like a little Tom Selleck

Who"s got two thumbs, and in extreme need of stitch markers?

This girl.

An Open Letter

To every pregnant woman that I have ever made a comment about your body, I am sorry. I had no idea what an asshole I probably sounded like. I’m sure the comments were meant to be complementary. I was probably thinking of how cute and adorable you look, but I would still never have made those comments if you were not pregnant. It’s not a topic most women are comfortable with, and shouldn’t become fair game just because you’ve been turned into a human incubator.

And why might you ask am I now apologizing for a comment I don’t even remember making? Well you see, Karma is a wicked bitch, and she knows how to put you in your place.

How else can you explain being 4 months pregnant, getting looked you up and down with a barely audible “tisk” and wide condescending eyes that settle on your growing stomach and hearing something to the effect of “ oh wow, look at you. How is your eating going?”

And because I didn’t want anymore karmic retribution, I refrained from punching them in the face. I’m expecting some karmic bonus points for that one. Do you hear me Karma? Bonus Points. Preferably in the form of a gifted massage or two, I think that is an excellent trade for good behavior.

Deal? Deal.

Imagine some clever witty Pretty in Pink quote here...

Introducing Duckie!



Duckie is a clever fellow; he enjoys a good game of scrabble. Can probably beat the pants off you in Trivial Pursuit, and may or may not have a bit of a crush on Jeopardy’s Alex Trebek.

You can check him out in more detail on Ravelry or Etsy

Home Sweet Home

Happy New Years everybody!

We are back in Brooklyn and seem to have brought the cold Chicago weather with us. Nothing that a cozy apartment and all day Bones marathon on TNT won't cure. It is also giving me the ample time I pretended not to have during the holidays to actually translate my written pattern notes into PDFs.



This is probably my least favorite part of pattern writing. No math, no knitting, just me and my serial killer chicken scratch. I wonder if I can make a deal with the Gremlins that steal my seam rippers. I will gladly buy them every type available if they would do a little transcribing. Not a bad deal eh?

The Church of Mr. T

We are safe and sound in the Chicago Suburbs with a plethora of chips, dip and Grandmotherly love, though sadly no internet. As I write this from a McDonald's (don't ask, it was the closest place with wifi, sigh) with a Kenny G soundtrack, I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas/Chanukah/whatever holiday you celebrate and leave you with a little bit more Mr. T festivity



It's almost like going to mass, almost.

Charming Holiday Traditions

So in the Kelly household we seem to be starting a tradition. One in which we try to travel and are brutally re-buffed by the elements. Once again Mother nature has given us a big ole F-U and kept us in Brooklyn. Thought I have to say the universe isn't a total bitch, we were notified of our flight cancellation at midnight the night before and were able to re-book for later in the weekend. I have a feeling that wouldn't have been the case if we had waited till morning.

But the flight killing storm that rolled through NYC today did seem to kick off the holiday season in my mind. Today was the first time in 8 years I have wanted a Christmas tree, not to mention a little Baileys in hot chocolate. While I ended up with neither I did find this little gem on the internet



that my friends is how the Holidays are done, with a little bit of Mr. T