The Fiddlin' Fool reasoned....

... that as I occasionally knit a sock or two, I should get posting privileges.
But this is about mice. And baked apples, but only tangentially. When I was a kid, I read some humorous Nora Ephron book about how to play with your food, and one of the tricks they recommended was to peel a baked apple, and then when your mother was distracted, put the naked baked apple into her hand to watch her jump and scream.
When I was 7, a phrase like "naked baked apple" was enough to make me laugh until I couldn't breathe.
That's what I just thought of when the Fool emerged from the bathroom with a catnip mouse he'd been hand-felting in hot water. He put it in my hand and said, "Well, what do you think?"
What I think is that when someone puts something felted and fuzzy and warm in my hand that's oddly still, it doesn't remind me of a funny cat toy -- it reminds me of a recently deceased mouse.
Yeeesh!
(But it felted up really nicely; we did it with Knit Picks Merino Style.)

Comments

You should also say something about this post being the 100th post of this blog!
Don't worry. We're going to have a sewing up party tonight, and you'll get to see the whole colony in the next post.
Thorny said…
Congrats on your hundredth post! And yay - Meg's a fer-real knit-blogger now!!

Bwa ha ha ha!!

She'll be knitting lace shawls in no time.....
JustApril said…
teheeheeee! now I'm having evil plan thoughts - I may have to do that to my sister. A warm wet felty mouse in your hand.... scary. LOL

ps - word verification is vafyogle - that's a good one =)*)

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