Showing posts with label rug. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rug. Show all posts

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Rags to Riches-- Er, or Maybe Not...

If you're like a lot of knitters and crocheters who've been "at it" for a while, you've probably accumulated a supply of leftover bits and bobs of yarn-- a scrap stash, if you will.  A project rarely requires exactly the amount of yarn in that last ball or skein.  We can't bear to waste the leftover yarn, so we keep it, even though it's usually not enough on its own to supply a whole new project and it's often impossible to buy more of that color or dye lot.  

So what's a knitter/crocheter to do?

Well, I'll tell you one thing-- it's not a valid excuse to make something like this:


Ugh.  It's made of loop fringe.
It looks like some ill-conceived rag rug... from a 1970s kitchen... that has been on the floor getting heavy use since the 1970s... and never once washed during that entire period.  (I.e. probably not the sort of thing you want to wear as a coat.)

Please, my fellow scrap hoarders.  There are better options available to us.  Keep looking!  Don't despair!  Don't cave in and make a rag rug coat!

Friday, July 2, 2010

How Do You Like Your Eggs?

Aunt Lydia's Design Studio, your source for. . . creepy owl wall hangings. . .?

Can you imagine that terrifying thing hanging on your wall?  Even worse, you get the feeling that it may be intended for a child's room.  Though I suppose a yarny demonic owl might have its practical uses. . .

"Now, tell Mommy the truth, Betsy.  Did you take a cookie even though I told you to wait until after supper?  --And remember,  Mr. Owl is watching-- always watching.  There's nothing he hates more than dishonest children.  If you lie, he might come to life and peck your eyes out."

. . . Then there's the Humpty Dumpty Rug.  As if the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme itself isn't horrifying enough. . .  ("Daddy, you mean they couldn't never put 'Umpty back together again?  Not never?"  "That's right, sonny.  Old Humpty's dead, just like you and everyone you've ever known will be, someday.") . . . Yes, as if that wasn't bad enough, they had to go and put a constant reminder of it in the kiddies' room! 

The Humpty rug is such a clever idea that you can find a variety of interpretations, such as this one, the Evil, Pig-Nosed Humpty:


Why is he a flesh colored circle instead of a white oval?  (Everyone knows Humpty's a egg, right?)  Why are there pompoms on his feet?  And why is he so very, very angry?

You can tell by the creepy smirk that he's busily dreaming up all sorts of wicked schemes. 

He's so awful to look at, yet that pathetic pink poodle can't tear its eyes away.   (Probably a wise move, Poodle.  I wouldn't turn my back on that one, if I were you.)

Aesthetics aside, those stuffed arms and legs seem designed for tripping up hapless visitors.  Just the sort of thing you want to leave lying around on the floor!