i also feel better because i did the stitching and bitching last night, and it was squilitastic. what? you don't know what squilitastic means? loser.
and guess what! crazy aunt purl was there! exclamation point!
and i was there.
and that means we were there together.
in case you're for some reason not familiar with the fact that i am insane, let me explain to you about crazy aunt purl. i have blogstalked her since the dawn of time. back then it was me in a wooly mammoth skin carting around a prehistoric laptop so that i could access all of her cave drawings, but still. i was there.
and so i long ago decided that purl would be MyFirstCaliforniaFriend, complete with matching accessories and pink corvette (sold seperately of course). all i'm trying to say here is that while laurie (crazy aunt purl) and i have been friends in my head for like, ever, we did not actually ever meet until last night.
now just in case you think i photoshopped this picture to make myself seem cooler (which i *so* would not do), i would like to present exhibit a, the tiny sweater beer cozy (made by pinksara), which is also showcased on purl's site. it's actually one of several tiny sweaters (i heart tiny sweaters!) that will be christmas ornaments for pinksara's grandma.
big bear rootbeer. amen.
and did i mention exhinit b? you know, my face? my face is on crazyauntpurldotcom! i RULE!
just in case you were wondering what came of this long-awaited interaction, let's put it this way:
right after we open the valley's first alpaca farm. because los angeles definately needs more alpaca.