A buddy from the Hinterlands stopped by for a few hours on Friday just when I was glaring at a string of disobedient lights. Half of them decided to go dark after I had wound them around the garland. For 1.5 hours I tried and failed to figure out which bulb was causing the problem, and was thinking of dismantling the whole thing or maybe open up the plug to replace the teeny fuses. Neither option was good. I was Deeply Irritated.
Then a man walks in the door. I go hellohalfmylightsaredeadfeelmypain. He glances at the string for maybe 45 seconds, picks a bulb seemingly at random, swaps it out, I flip the power, everything lights up perfectly.
IT WAS A BLACK FRIDAY MIRACLE! Yet I was slightly annoyed that a man walked in and figured it out in less than a minute. All tech hates me.
I usually do my sewing late at night or when no one else is in the house, because when people are in the house I'd rather pay attention to them. But I had to make a new Baby Cthulhu for the manger - I like to get the Chistkwanzsolstikkah decorations up by Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend...leave it to the atheist to overdo the decoration thing - and he didn't mind if I sewed a bit while he was visiting.
Then I was like, I have no pictures of me sewing (which is not the same thing as taking pictures of things I am sewing, which I do all the time). At my request he took a boatload! Here's a few of them:
Preparing to add the tentacles to the Baby Cthulhu shell. I ran wire through the tentacles so they can be posed:
Stuffing Baby Cthulhu with polyfill. The other BCs were stuffed with straw because I like the weight it gives. All of those were eventually eaten by the cat. I'm hoping the cat will ignore a polyfill BC and not eat it:
Giving the green thread the Do Not Run Out stink eye while stitching the shell halves together. That awesome headband was a gift from my CCI boss this year! She sent it without being aware of how long I have lusted for one. I put it on during sewing sessions because it helps keep the dreads from being stitched or accidentally sliced off with the rotary cutter (both of these things have happened in the past):
Here's where I'd post a fantabulous action shot...if my Vanity allowed me to also showcase my adult onset acne. My Vanity Does Not.
Pinning the shell around the polyfill. I like this one because you can see some of the potter clay is still in my hair from Thrill the World and Halloween. Never has it taken so long to get the clay out of my hair! Usually it's only 2-3 weeks:
Completed Baby Cthulhu beneath the evil purple Star of Woeful Star of Blight:
Body linen, tentacles cotton, swaddled in textured wool (because I was out of muslin). It's a star and not a snowflake BECAUSE I SAY SO. Beneath the swaddling he looks like a malformed sperm.
Baby Cthulhu nestled in his manger of (fake) pearls and skulls. He's directly beneath his evil purple star:
'Perch' 'anemone'...See what I did there? heh
Note: this is a quick Baby Cthulhu, not as elaborate as the BCs of the past. Thus the raggedy edges on the tentacles, and the seam visible in the head.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! That song is from the very fine folks at the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. Long may they reign. I cannot tell you how much I love my Lovecraft's handwriting font!
