food, crochet, merriment
April took me to lunch at Cheesecake Factory for my birthday. We ordered our cheesecake and a brownie for the little one. Then they brought me a cute little Sundae as a birthday surprize. Turns out it was the perfect size for Miss Hazel!
I guess you can see how she feels about that!
Don’t worry–we traded and the brownie was divine!!
Happy birthday to meeeeee!
I never knew a random truck pulling up in front of my house would make me SOOOO happy!!! Haha nasty weeds- your days are numbered.
Die- die- die!
(In the most eco friendly way possible- of course!)
Ahhhhh…sweet little Vaporeon. She’s an evolution of the Pokemon Evie. And while I have never really studied the zillions of different Pokemon that are out there in the world–it seems that the more I crochet for friends and family, the more I’m asked to crochet…for friends and family. Haha.
So, be impressed that I now know several different ones quite intimately, indeed.
I started with several patterns that I found online and improvised as I went along.
Longer legs than the pattern calls for? I can do that.
A more majestic head fin? No problem
A cuter mouth? Got it.
Slightly poky spine plates? Check.
More elaborate collar? Check.
A more fishy tail? And double check.
This little thing was actually hard to send away to it’s new home. I’d grown rather attached to her by the time I’d finished. In the end–I swallowed hard and boxed her up. I’m sure she’s happy with her forever family now and I’m on to my next project.
Never a dull moment.
When I made the last Diglett for Beckham’s Birthday, I wasn’t particularly satisfied. He was cute enough, but only just barely. I wanted him to be cuter. I wanted him to look like the Diglett I would have made if I wasn’t in such a hurry. It was keeping me up at night.
I mean it.
Then, Rhenny-boy showed me this evolution of Diglett called Alola.
Recognizing my chance to make the changes I wanted…
I kidnapped him.
This little guy totally got a make-over. He has a new nose, new felted eyes, new lumpy, bumpy, more stable dirt and LOOK…
He even has HAIR!! This is the cutie that I wanted to make if I’d have not had to rush so much at the end. So incredibly much more huggable than the last guy.
Best of all, Beckham loves him and I can finally, finally get some sleep.
I wake up most mornings to this silly thing crying to be let out to the room at the top of the stairs. It’s where her own personal spot of sunshine hits and she lays there basking until every scrap of it is gone. On overcast days–when there is no sunlight whatsoever, Jiff will act mad at me for hours. Like I’m in charge of the sun, and just not letting her have it, or something.
Maybe I need to get her a heat lamp and totally be the Goddess of all warmth and light.
I could live with that.
