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Carnaby Street Wannabe Seeks Same For Fun, Conversation And Hand-Knitting.
I Am:
A fan of coloured tights, body paint and PVC garmets.
You Are:
Swinging cat with his own pad and an interest in acrylic knits.
Please no smokers. Kids okay. Dogs in matching sweaters a plus.
Posted by Mary on May 1, 2006 | Permalink
Comments
Poor puppy!
Posted by: Donna | May 1, 2006 6:12:27 PM
Did you get a look at the floor? These 2 (and their little dog too) must get dizzy looking down...
Posted by: tami | May 1, 2006 6:34:34 PM
Have you noticed just how massive that kid's feet are? Freakin' me out!!!
I need a lie-down.
Posted by: severina | May 1, 2006 8:07:21 PM
ya i noticed that kids honkin feet b4 nething else scary!
Posted by: d34dpuppy | May 2, 2006 3:22:04 AM
I'm sure the little girl's feet are perfectly dainty - but it takes a really big shoe to accomodate a hand-knitted sock.
Posted by: sarah | May 2, 2006 3:44:35 AM
i want to practice my cursive on their torsos.
Posted by: ihateToast | May 2, 2006 8:43:16 AM
Is the kid part chipmunk or does she have the mumps?
Posted by: hotfarmerswife | May 2, 2006 9:40:55 AM
There's no place like home, *click, click, click*
There's no place like home, *click, click, click*
Oh No! Toto, the Wicked Witch has put a spell on us, I can't get back home again!
Posted by: SageHen | May 2, 2006 9:46:34 AM
And just think, when the little girl grows up and gets a dog of her own she can start wearing her mother's sweater and renew the memories of when she and her mother dressed up their dog to look ridiculous.
Posted by: Daffy Crafty | May 2, 2006 10:33:31 AM
That guy in the link has a much better grasp of camoflage in a combat situation. Notice the protective coloration and patterning twards environment.
These three will be sniped down at 1000 yards. They should've hid in a candy-cane factory instead of the set of "Hullabaloo".
Posted by: Inky | May 2, 2006 10:58:09 AM
That's not a real child, it's one of those Temporary Tots they sold in the 60s. I believe it's the "Mrs. Beasley" model. Doris could pull it out when Rock, that junior V.P. at the office, got a little too frisky, or when she had a matching sweater set and no-one to show it off. Sadly, when Doris and Rock got together the non-biodegradable TempTots started choking landfills and were banned from the market.
Even more sadly, the dog is real, and painfully aware of its circumstances. When Rock starts making advances Puppy will slip away to a corner with a case of champagne.
Posted by: Ashphalt | May 3, 2006 9:27:53 AM
are you sure that's a dog? it looks like a mutant monkey.
And Mom looks like she's about to go into a Grand Mal seizure from the flashing lights.
Posted by: Kathryn | May 3, 2006 10:56:07 AM
Ok, it's probably not entirely advisable for me to admit this, but I kind of WANT the little girl's shoes. And yeah, they're a little ginormous, so they'd probably fit me.
Someone needs to stage an intervention. My love of red mary janes has definitely crossed a line.
Posted by: QC | May 3, 2006 11:34:17 AM
They are looking for Waldo....hey, where is Waldo?
Posted by: tulipflower | May 3, 2006 4:18:55 PM
It's a creepy thought, but now that this model is probably (or at least pushing) sixty-years-old, I wonder if she's still into PVC garmets? As for the little girl, she probably has club-footed children of her own.
They buried Muffin with the sweater still on...
Posted by: Inky | May 4, 2006 4:35:05 PM
That dog is so not real. Is it on wheels?!
Posted by: allison | May 5, 2006 11:06:52 PM
