Well, I’ve done it again! For the second year in a row, I’ve won a coveted spot in the Second Annual JenLa Best of Awards! The ceremony was very touching, especially their warm and sincere invitation to kiss their collective asses if the winners wanted a “twee little button” to display on our blogs. But I didn’t cry. There was something in my eye, it was a cat hair or something. I won for the same thing[...]

      I wish I could get everyone who did these Google searches and ended up here together for a party. johnny damon / micky dolenz knit pom pom fetish my headgear pic pills mistaken for candy why crochet scratchy how to make a beer hat farrah faucet naked ‘Nuff said. Internet, have I told you lately that I love you? Oh, and here’s something that will soften even the most cold and brittle of hearts. If this doesn’t[...]

Team Stitchy!!! And the crowd goes wild! Stitchy was a long shot this year, with many convinced she’d be outwitted by the twitchy little rodent. It’s long been known that her biggest weakness is a furry critter of any kind, and if the first two rounds of the Squirreled Series were any indication of things to come, Stitchy was going to get owned. But in a stunning upset Tuesday night, it was the squirrel’s weakness that was his eventual undoing.[...]

Squirrel – 2 Stitchy – 0 I have now resorted to the big guns. Big peanut butter guns. Big peanut butter guns encrusted with sunflower seeds. Your move, varmint. (I fear this may reach Caddyshack proportions before it’s all over. I’m looking forward to sculpting the plastic explosives.)    

      I love that I have to convince people of that. Yes, she who shares the contents of everything from her uterus to her cats’ litter box with everyone on the internets, is shy. I was once referred to in high school as “That girl who never says anything.” I live in mortal fear of speaking in front of large groups of people. It’s all a sham, people. Stitchy is really a hermit. Luckily, I am a yarn-seeking[...]

      I just had to share this email exchange Charlene and I have been having over the last hour or so. She is house-sitting for a girl she works with and I’m going to hang out with her tonight. And now, the McYarnpants Email Theater is proud to present: “Dinner at Andrea’s” Charlene: So, should we get some food to take with us to Andrea’s tonight? I have until Friday when Weight Watchers starts to eat recklessly. Anything[...]