Out with the old, in with the new.

Hola amigos. I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya. The Tone's been busy. You know, craftin' and shit. God it's hard to keep up a blob, uh, that's blog, when you actually deeply despise looking at a computer screen. But soon enough I'll be in school and this blog will most likely fall to the wayside of the ether. My knitting stamina is already slacking. (gasp!) Well I've been sewing and cooking and reading and talking and eating. But I suppose I'll show you what I'm truly proud of. First, the stockings. Very professional I know. I even freehanded Ollie's. She never knew! (Oh and the bloody tampon is a huge hit).

And the dinos! Bronty 1 and Bronty 2 are keeping us comfy and warm at night.

The best Christmas present I got was a jigsaw! No it's not a puzzle and it's not an Irish dance dvd. It's a power tool and it's fuckin' hot. So I've got an idea for my first project, but it cannot grace this page as the recipient will surely be a'reading. But first I need to come up with a crafty way to work with my power tool. Lacking a shed, this could get interesting. First things first, tho, I'm off to the hardware store for some protective eyewear (I don't eat all those carrots for nothing) and a clamp/vise thingy. And no I won't use the word thingy at True Value. Oh and some blades. So look out wood! Saratone's plugged in. Hasta amigos.

A Toy Only A Dyke Could Love

Hello cat lovers! Check out my bloody tampon cat toy. The idea for this came from my Octopus, Inky, who I knit a year ago. I made one of his tentacles too long so I stuffed it with cat nip, and, well, the resemblance was just too much. This one I knit for my kitty friends Lady, Sebastian, and Stinky. I'm working on a mouse right now but at this point it resembles a stingray.

Bwa Ha Ha!

So here's what I figured out: Blogger only lets me have three photos per post. I can deal.
Well it wouldn't be SaratonecraftS if I didn't brag about something I'm knitting. So let me unveil one of my favorite color and stitch patterns ever to come from my hands. I want to make an entire wardrobe and accessories collection with this. But first it is to become Josh's scarf. Let me just say that I've discovered Lamb's Pride Bulky! Who knew? Screw the worsted. Bulky's fast. And I have a feeling it'll felt like a lamb in a hurricane. Peace out.

"Hooray for Everything!"

If you know what that quote is from, you rock!

Okay I know I said something about sewing, but really what I should've said was washing, ironing, cutting, pinning, cutting, ironing, pinning, taking a break. Because that's really what sewing is all about: the pre-sew. And that is why I'm a knitter. But lets divulge from the fiber arts, shall we? Sarah and Kristin have had a splendiferous week, starting with the obtainment of our xmas tree, sawed down by yours truly. It was a sunny, muddy, Oregon day. The sawing was tougher than one might think, as you can see from my strained countenance. The 6 foot Noble fir gave up it's ghost for us at last, to become that pagan ritual we all know and love, the xmas tree. Digging out the orn'ments, I remembered that our xmas decorations leave a little to be desired. A little as in a lot. Last year we made ornaments out of salt dough, somthing I highly recommend if you have bored wards (kids), or you just want a fun, easy project when you're stoned. But what we didn't do last year was paint them, so we had ten dough-colored ornaments to hang on the tree. What is this, a Charlie Brown Christmas? I think not. I had an hour to kill before work so I whipped out the acrylic paint and set to paintin'. Martha would be proud.


This is where I'm from and this is my kitty Ollie!