I think someone forgot to tell micro-mommy that the pattern for this skating skirt also comes in adult sizes. I bet she wouldn’t have listened, though. I sense a turbulent daytime-televisionesque relationship blossoming here. Prom night is going to be disastrous for little Susie Ryan, I just know it. She’ll come down the stairs in the new frilly frock that her mom made and blush demurely when her boyfriend’s eyes turn into saucers as she descends. She’ll feel so special,[...]

Do you ever wonder what happened to this unfortunate father and son duo? Did they come to their senses and free themselves from the maniacal needles of doom? Did they convince the lady of the house to start making manly sweaters with stripes and skulls and naked ladies on them? Or did their miserable lives trudge forward along the testosterone-draining road she knit before them? You decide. ~sigh~ Looks like that guardrail at the lake was a little stronger than[...]

You’d look a little pale too if your intestines were packed tight with the convenience of reusable plastic shopping bags. And that constant look of dull surprise is more than likely a direct result of the entire household taking full advantage of that convenience.

You know, this sweater isn’t bad at all. I do love a basketweave knit. I’m more concerned with this woman’s decision to cinch her outfit at the head.

This Kandy Klown is the worst of both worlds for a kid. Its arrival on Christmas morning could very possibly be enough of a buzz-kill to ruin the whole day. Pep-O-Mint is the least loved of all sugary confections. Well, it’s a close second to a giant block of sticky ribbon candy, anyway. Perching the decapitated head of a clown on top does nothing to add to its appeal. Graft on some ambiguous yarn limbs and you’ve got what grandma[...]