Do you knit and tweet?

Do you follow Plymouth Yarn on Twitter? You should! They're always doling out cute free patterns and helpful knitting advice. This week I had the very fun project of photographing a new Twitter background for them. This photo features Taria Tweed, Covington, Coffee Beenz, Zino, and Boku. It just looks like a big basket of fun, doesn't it?

It's finally Friday

It's been a really long week but nothing soothes me quite like these two adorable pups. They want nothing but dinner and a good scratch... and maybe endless hours of staring.

Who's your daddy?

Remember this guy? Well, he's now officially a dad! My brother said, in the way only he could, that Baby Calvin "power slid in to the world" early yesterday morning. Calvin was about a month early but mama and baby are doing fine and daddy doesn't look too uncomfortable with the whole thing. In fact, he looks pretty darn comfortable. And that baby looks pretty darn cute. Congratulations!

Smorgasbord

Everyone knows my dogs are spoiled but I think the treat situation is getting a little out of control.

So Daddy can keep his cool

Have you met my brother? That's him, the punk rock listening, Harley-Davidson riding, bad ass truck driver that spent the second half of his formative years tormenting this pesky little sister. And I adore him. I think he is hilarious and I know he's not nearly as tough as he shows.

Fast forward about 20 years and suddenly he and his brightly spirited wife are expecting a baby. A baby! That guy is going to HAVE A BABY TO CARE FOR. Holy shit. I mean, I'm sure he can do it, but I can't help but remember all the times he frightened me to the depths of my being and we were just going to see his girlfriend. I was about 8 and he was about 17 and he had been left with the responsibility of babysitting me for the evening. His girlfriend lived a few towns away and of course that meant miles of winding back roads for that freewheeling teen. I still shudder when I think about a particular single lane bridge over a creek nestled in a cornfield on Sauerkraut Lane that my brother would hit at such speed we would launch into the air and land with just enough time to squeal around the sharp elbow turn narrowly missing a hand built stone farm wall. We lived, and I'm sure his baby will too. Somehow.

The nightmares still haunt me.

But he's my brother and I wouldn't be the incredibly accepting individual I am today if it hadn't been for him. So what kind of gift do you make for that guy's baby? That guy that loves to be a bad ass. I mean he can't walk around with some fluffy fleece blanket with tiny giraffes speckled across it. He just can't. So I made this blanket and burp cloth set, because nothing says baby like black with skulls. Good luck little one.