Winter Wrap Up

So, now that the Holidays are over (almost) I can finally get a better jump on this blog thingy. Although to be honest, I am a little late to the game. Hehe.

I don't know about you but Christmas is one of those holidays that I actually dread for months. It all begins before my birthday. I am born on the most fabulous holiday of Halloween. I love Halloween, I go out every year. I'd love it even if it wasn't my birthday. As I get older I have noticed Christmas slowly encroaching on my most precious. Not cool. I know people want to get their shopping on NOW, but save the Christmas decorations for November 1. So every year I skip through the holiday aisle of my favorite grocery store. I bask in the glory that is spider webs, ghost, and orange & black glitter on everything as far as the eye can see.

Except that now, on my birthday, when I go to skip joyfully down that wonderful aisle I am met with disappointment. I turn to the aisle and say "Hello there my good sir! May you have a wonderfully spooky Halloween." and he says "No! there is no happiness of Halloween. You are to be merry, happiness has died in this aisle." I died a little inside as well.

And that is my rant on Christmas. Moving on.

So I have been super busy making all these crochet gift for the family cause I am poor and I had the "brilliant" idea to make things instead. I was wrong, so very, very wrong. My hands have been aching like crazy and I have blisters on me fingers.

But the results were almost worth it:

Hobbes hit the bottle early. I don't blame him.

This is the Hobbes that I crocheted for my dad. Calvin and Hobbes has been me and my dad's "thing" since I was really young. This is the first large amigurumi project I have finished and he came out awesome! It was so funny to watch my 6'4", behemoth of a man, dad carry this around like Calvin all night.

I made my step mom a less cool but equally arduous afghan:

It gets a smaller picture cause, I mean come on,? How can you compete with Hobbes?

She loved it as well. Its a great color for her house so I am sure she will actually use it. Plus, I used a pattern that is very, um, holy? hole-y? Something like that. It gets really hot in Texas so blankets are usually just decorative pieces.

Which leaves the baby sister:

The guy with the blank expression in the back is her boy toy. Bless his heart.

Yeah, its a pig. What? Its Texas. I don't need to explain. Maybe someone should go back and ready my other post about this pig. This monstrosity was quite the project. His body is all one piece with just the ears and feet attached. Which meant a lot of increasing and decreasing. It was a real pain but worth it to see the look on her face. I ended up getting a sewing machine and a camera in return. I can't blame the family that they can't give gifts as awesome as I. I will accept and deal with their shortcomings with grace and cavility, being the wonderful daughter I am/