Monday, July 28, 2008

Elephant Pox

I have an excuse for being so tardy with my post this time (I mean, other than being myself)! No, really! Okay, first of all, a couple of good buddies of mine asked me to the Orange County Fair (this is not the one I entered the shawl and scarf into, the Los Angeles County Fair is in September). I had a lot of fun and ate way too many fried foods. For the record, chicken and Krispy Kreme sandwiches are icky (especially when made with jelly doughnuts) and the churro funnel cake was totally worth my turning green on the ride home.

The little glossy socks (which required me to dig into new skeins of the cocoa and the burgundy, thank you very much) had a lovely time as well.

They saw a very large bull,probably the same one from the LA fair last year. Just goes to show, same bull, different year (and different sock, thank goodness).

The sock had its picture taken with an immense horse's ass. I usually don't pay a dollar to see large horses' patooties, but it has been quite a while since I've been to .

Have we said "ass" enough yet? Well, check out this next picture:

It is me, sitting on an elephant's ass. The elephant in question is named Kitty, and very nicely allowed me to ride on her for five dollars. I, thinking that I hadn't ever ridden on an elephant and may not see the chance to do so again, figured this was a good deal...

Little did I know that, the very next day, none the less, that I would begin to suffer the ravages of elephant pox. Don't tell me that clap-trap about it just being an ordinary cold, this is a pox. I am the only one of our party that caught this pestilence, and the only thing I did differently than everyone else was ride that elephant. Well, that and chemotherapy, surgery, and now radiation (started today, woot!), but other than that it is all the elephant's fault. Of course, I would do it again in a heart-beat, but I believe in laying blame where it is due, squarely on the broad shoulders of an innocent animal.

So the Glossy Baby socks are finally done (did I mention that I had to go into new skeins of yarn to finish this "destash" adventure?!?) and the green Booga bag is finally felted (took at least six runs through the washing machine).

This leaves me with one single, solitary project on the needles, and it has been slow going on that as well. What have I been up to lately that my knitting has been so neglected? Fear not, I will let y'all know as soon as I get my act together.

In the meantime, if anyone is looking for anything fun & spooky, check out my cousins' at 31 Skullduggery Lane for all your necromantic needs. Don't make me start breaking out the bone jokes, because I totally will.


Aunt Kathy said...

Elephant pox, hahahahaha

The bag looks great by the way

And your cousin??? Ummm scary LOL very scary.

errs said...

Blogger ate my comment! Urgh. 2nd try.

Of course it was elephant pox. It was most defintely not that krispy creme thing. (Seriously, I blocked the name out of my memory as my stomach rolled just reading it.)

The socks are cute. The bag is awesome. The bones are creepy.

Can you tell I'm still catching up from vacation?