Julia has invited all the shut-ins who are not at the Maryland Sheep & Wool shindig to post a little slice of life over the weekend. Then the stay-at-homes can visit each other’s slices of life and feel…..more depressed that we’re not in Maryland, soaking up knitterly bonhomie and ka-chinging away our last dimes.
Here’s my slice: It’s noon on Saturday. The kids have colds. I don’t think I need to tell you that we are in our pajamas. I am knitting–in desultory, couldn’t-be-bothered, pick-up-and-put-down fashion–on my Elsebeth Lavold Poppy pullover. To post my slice of life, I had to elbow the kids away from the computer, to which they are glued, watching episode after episode of Amy Winfrey’s Making Fiends cartoons.
You don’t know about Making Fiends?
They are the best cartoons ever. I won’t spoil it for you, but Cristina says they are like South Park without all the gross stuff. They remind me of the Addams Family, Rocky and Bullwinkle, and Hayao Miyazaki‘s films, if you can believe that. I found them during one of the delightfully unproductive hours I’ve spent dawdling around in Naive Knitting’s links when I should’ve been doing something else. Thar’s gold in them thar links.
This is Charlotte. Charlotte reminds me of you. She always expects the best of people.
This is Vendetta. Isn’t that just the best name ever? Vendetta’s always making fiends.
Mr. Milk, the schoolteacher. He’s scared of Vendetta.
A fiend. One of many.
That’s my Saturday. I’m not holding my breath waiting for Parents magazine to call me up for an interview, but I do plan to feed them at some point.