Where the fuck are the pompoms? I want to steal pompoms.
My team at work is embroiled in some sort of dramatic Christmas decorating contest with another team. There are big plans afoot, but the only thing I’m really excited about is that on the day of the judging we’re going to make everyone at work cocoa and peppermint tea and such while wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and goofy elf hats. Miss Roxie there is making sure that hat she’s on will be warm enough by adding a layer of fur.
I’m going to save photos of the finished hats for when all ~20 are done. X.x
I keep messing it up and it literally takes less time to start the fuck over than try to rip out stitches and figure out how to put that shit back on the needles. However, I’m assuming that I won’t always mess it up, so I guess I’ll keep practicing. This is attempt, like, 15.
My hands hurt so I need to stop now, though.
This is the pattern I used for the Aunt Margaret’s scarf!
I don’t have a photo of the finished product, but there’s a progress photo here.
I can’t figure out how to make the tentacles curl one way one on side and the other way on the other. Ugh. It always wants to go the same direction.
The person who made the hat I’m basing mine off of managed it, so I’m sure there’s a way and I just need to find it.
This is how I made the blanket for my boyfriend’s mom! I couldn’t get a good photo of the finished project, though. Booooo! And of course I deleted the pic below from my phone after posting to Instagram, lol.
She won’t let me finish this present for my boyfriend’s mom. Cats are jerks.