291: The ghostly Ms. Red Yarn

hiya. wow, I'm tired. Hardly slept.

By pawing through bins of supposed Christmas ornaments at the Salvation Army thrift store, I scored a wacky medley of ornaments last week.

Wanna see? Some are, in fact, Christmas-y, some not-so-much.

Like these:

I love them. Handmade yarn dollies.  Love the braided legs on Mr. Blue Yarn and the apron on Ms. Red Yarn. Why blue and red? Why does the red one look so mad?

Here she is, floating over his body:

oooooh,ooh, aohhhh. That was my ghostie sound. Did it come across that way?

Who made these? Who gave them away? Were they intended as  Christmas ornaments?

I want to make some. Big ones. Out of pink and orange and brown yarn.

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For the last two years I have been listening pretty much nonstop to the same music:

Be Good Tanyas

Jolie Holland

The Weepies

with some Feist, Madelyn Peyroux, Eilen Jewell, Melody Gardot, Carla Bruni and Cat Power thrown in for good measure.

I am trying to incorporate some new music lately. Mining itunes late at night. Cross referencing with reviews on amazon. So, I'm a geek, ok?

Suggestions?

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There haven't been nearly enough hours of House reruns on tv for my taste, this week.

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I am more than dipping my toe in to the phenomenon of the social network.

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What's up, buttercup?

xo, m