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Þriðjudagur, 17. janúar 2006
Ég er að bíða eftir að "pabbi" hans Alberts hringi í mig. Þar sem ég hafði smá tíma ákvað ég að skoða bækur um chihuahua á amazon og fann bækur með sniðum og fíneríi. Ég kann náttúrlega að sauma og ég veit að það tekur ekki langan tíma að sauma á svona lítinn búk. Ég fann líka bækur með prjónauppskriftum og upp úr því fann ég bók um hvernig er hægt að spinna garn úr hundahári. Ég er ekki á leiðinni að fara að spinna garn úr hárinu á Albert. Fyrir það fyrsta.. þá nenni ég því ekki. Í öðru lagi er Albert með stutt hár svo það tæki mig líklega þrettán ár af stöðugum kembingum að ná hárum í einn sokk. Anyway.. Af einskærri forvitni las ég sam sem áður customer reviews við þessa bók, og ég er í kasti. Verð að deila þessu dásamlega kommenti með ykkur. "If you are like me, you have long sought a way to make the art and craft of spinning / knitting even more daring than it already is. And so my 7 year adventure in knitting began with the the exquisite fur of my 13 year old Husky, Streisand. I would groom Streisand until he had nothing left to shed. When his natural molting failed to satisfy my insatiable hunger for odd yarn, the shaving began. Eventually, a lingering cold caught up with Streisand, and he found his way to that great kennel in the sky. However, my knitting odessy had only just begun. (Appologies to the late great Karen Carpenter). My next stop was the local animal shelter. The workers there will generally let you harvest fur if you look honest. Just pretend you want to help out by grooming the animals. However, some of these dogs can be viscious, and I eventually had to be taken to the hospital for a bite to an area generally covered by clothing. I did not need a restraining order to tell me that my career at the pound was over. (Although, to be fair, it helped). Now, knitting with the fur of your own pet is great, but knitting with yarn spun from the fur of hundreds of anonymous dogs is incredibly intoxicating. Dirty. Dangerous. Occasionally foul smelling. I was addicted. Without a supply for my habit, I was also bereft. I tried paying the homeless to go to the shelter to collect supplies, but the workers, now wise, would generally turn them away. Then it hit me. Much better than the hair of the dog that bit me . . . would be the hair of its master. Here's what you do: Go to any barber. I use "Pro Cuts" but I prefer male hair. If you want female hair, find a salon of this type. Now, most of these places have a sweeper that is responsible for the whole floor and sometimes the register too. Just arrange to pay the sweeper $5-$10 for a 10 gallon garbage bag of hair. (It works better if you do this where other customers can't hear). They can collect more than this in a day, and they will be happy for the extra cash. Now, when your friends say "where did you get that fabulous scarf" and you say "I made it from dog hair," they will be impressed for sure. However, when they find out your sartorial stylings were fashioned from human hair, you can only describe their response as . . . awe. Your adventure may stop with dog or human. Personally, I have moved on to collections from our city's may fine washaterias. I takes a real man to wear a ball warmer crafted from anonymous dryer lint, and I am that man." Ef þú spyrð mig, þá er þessi maður annaðhvort eðal húmoristi, eða barking mad!
Þetta er ekki mynd af Albert, en þetta er mynd af fjarskyldum ættingja á svipuðum aldri. Ég hlakka ekkert smávegis til að sjá Albert.. | anna | 22:18 |
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katta og það er að skíra sleðahundinn sinn Streisand. Það er sjúkt, sjúkt, sjúkt.
