I've been meaning to post about the poodle from craft hell for awhile now. I first saw this poodle months ago at a local thrift store and thought to myself, "My god, that has to be the worst craft I've ever seen!" It has been crocheted over a 2 liter soda bottle and seems to have no apparent purpose. Months went by and it just sat there on the top shelf.

I admit that I started to feel sorry for it. I have a soft spot for hand crafted objects--so much so that I once bought an ugly sweater from the same thrift store because it was obviously hand knitted. It was probably a gift from someone's grandma, made with lots of love but zero taste. I wear it to sleep in sometimes.

Anyway, I finally caved in and bought the pitiful poodle. I was ashamed to do it, though, and took my friend Liz with me for courage. The thing didn't even have a price tag on it, so the clerk came up with a dollar as a fair price. Liz took the photo you see here.

So the poodle hung around my house for a few days until I tried to pawn it off on poor Liz, but somehow the damn thing showed up on my doorstep less than an hour later. Hmmm. At that point I realized I was stuck with it...unless...I could make the poodle desirable. A prize poodle!

And so I cut a hole in his back, filled him with goodies, and took him to our weekly Stitch N Bitch. Now it is a game of pass the poodle, with the "winner" having the honor of taking the poodle home for a week or two. But if you stick some pretty yarn inside a 20 pound bundle of dynamite, you can guarantee one of these girls will take it home.

Oh, and if you don't believe how very in to yarn these people are, get this: Liz was able to determine the era this poodle was made in (1980's) because she recognized the type of yarn used for it and what company produced it.

 

This is my favorite ATC that I've made lately. Mr. Chops is going away in the mail today.

I'm tired and I haven't been eating well lately.

Today I have nothing to do but go to the post office and talk to my tattoo guy.

If all goes well I'll be hitting up the yarn store in Fayetteville tomorrow. I need some special yarn to make things for special people.

This week I've mostly been reading, making ATCs, babysitting and eating crappy food. I will admit that my house doesn't smell the best right now. That happens when you live with two dogs and three boys. I bought a lot of bleach and other weapons this morning. I will fight the good fight.

Next week my boyfriend and I will start taking dance classes. I found a place that gives private lessons, teaching just about anything you would want to learn. I'm super excited and my boyfriend is equally frightened. He looks positively alarmed when I try to dance with him, which means for years I've been putting him on the spot to get that reaction, but it is just not funny anymore. Time to learn how to dance, punk.