Mike H. has posted something in the comments from my new dog post that deserves illumination:
Can you even believe that such a thing exists?
I pulled these gems from the description:
“…. clothes made from a critter you know and love are just so much more special than clothes from some annonymous sheep. What could be more delightful than wearing mittens form your Malamute or a sweater from your Samoyed?”
“We admit it. When you first tell your friends that the garment you’re wearing was previously worn by your dog, you’re bound to get some raised eyebrows, not to mention a few shrieks of horror. But after they’ve had a chance to get used to this revolutionary idea – and when they notice how lovely a garment it is - it won’t be long before they’re leaving bags of dog hair on your doorstep in hopes that you’ll spin for them.”
Clearly, I will have no need for additional dog hair. Notice the pieces barely clinging to her, just waiting to leap onto my clothing and into my breakfast, as well as the small tumbleweed on the grass in front of her. It’s a good thing she’s so cute. *sigh*
My mom actually cut an ad out of the depths of a newspaper for me a few years ago for a company that will spin the dog hair into yarn FOR you. Or for a (substantial) fee, they would make you a blanket. She thinks she’s so funny.
I assure you, my hands will never knit a stitch of dog anything.
Good god.
Wow. wow. wow. I love dogs like nobody’s business, but that is just disgusting. Yesterday, I cleaned my house – like really cleaned it – and came to the harsh realization that dog hair has officially permeated every pore of the house.
Oh, and it IS a good thing she’s so cute.
My dd once spun a length of our dog’s hair and crocheted it into a little square about 3″x3″. She didn’t even consult a book.
She’s brilliant. Like Jenny!
beth: No. Please stop.
Jesse: Maybe this is what you should do for CAP!
Jill: The hair. It is relentless.
Dar: Oh dear. That’s pretty funny. Was it G or I?
It was G. I and I don’t have the crocheting gene.