Just when life seems like too much work, not enough doughnut, along comes a genius to brighten your day. Take a look at Patricia Waller's crocheted accident victims and feel better about the world. She's also got crocheted artificial limbs, lab animals gone wrong and innocent creatures being killed in various delightful ways. Thank you to Mr. Dalton, who forwarded a few images, giving me the chance of googling on "knitted accident" to find the site. How often do you get the chance to google "knitted accident"? Not. Often. Enough.
Also: the angriest pug in the world. Someone should knit him a child to maul. Or send him a ham. Or send me a ham. I would appreciate a ham at least as much as that pug, and I would share it with you, too. A little bit.
Sweetie and I had highly messy sandwiches last night at Ali Baba, a cute place on Broadway that has a lot of rugs with woven camel patterns. Some are tiny and still attached by the longitudinal threads that connect them (I'm sure there's an official weaving term, but I don't know it.)--perhaps child laborers aren't allowed scissors? He had a gyro; I had fried cauliflower, and both were pretty good. I will go back, but will be trying the spinach one and the feta cheese one before I eat more cauliflower. Mr. Cute Counter Man brought us sage tea towards the end of the meal--sweet, plus sage-y, plus free! ESL cuteness: the "house salad" is called "home salad". Maybe a real estate agent told them about how constant use of the word "home" increases the speed of sales.