Gee thanks. I couldn’t sleep last night because of that creepy baby-faced kid. As a public service, I’ll see your Baby, and raise you one:
Vampire Baby. (I agree, she’s not nearly as scary as Creepy Baby. But she’s trying.)
What’s frightening about this picture is that Ben’s skull was made by a real Florentine mask artist. For practicality, the satin ribbons were replaced with a piece of elastic waistband salvaged from God-knows-where and velcro’d to the Work of Art. Going trick-or-treating in this mask is like calling up your friend Edvard Munch and saying, “Hey buddy, is it OK if I poke holes in that “Scream” painting you gave me, ’cause it would make an awesome Halloween outfit?”
A True Halloween ConversationTM
Kay: [Tone: Enthusiastic Grownup Being Supportive] Oooh, very scary–the Grim Reaper!
Ben: [Tone: Patiently Correcting An Idiot] No–actually I’m DEATH.
The Night Of the Living Tiny Hats
Other Halloween Week activities included the mailing to England of the hats collected for the Innocent campaign. (The Innocent people know they are coming, and granted them a guaranteed late check-in.)
I would have loved to document each and every hat knitted by kind readers and donated to the cause, but alas, time did not permit.
Hat Packaging Hi-lites included the clever use of an egg carton. (Note: Finally, a proper use for Fun Fur!)
And this impeccably blocked porkpie arrived in a wee hatbox. (I happen to know that the hat is a repurposed accessory from Knitting at Knoon’s Snobuddy family set.)
Thank you, everyone who knitted one (or many!) of our 342 hats. Here is the updated Hat-O-Meter.
That’s a lot of hats. If you’re in the UK during the holiday season, look for the be-hatted Innocent smoothies–and send pics!
PS Update! Reader Debbie S. just sent me this picture:
100! hats!– knitted by Debbie and her two young daughters, proving the old adage that the family that knits tiny hats together…knits tiny hats together. These hats are traveling separately to the UK, where they will meet up with their US cousins on the shelves of a Sainsbury’s. (I’m relieved that I’m not the only one with the urge to display hats in parade formation; wish I had thought to arrange mine chromatically!)