Shoe Hoar

Now let me ask you this: If some little twit came along and yoinked the shoes you've been coveting for decades, wouldn't YOU be a little pissed? Thought so! Now you might have a better understanding of where our September Mean Girl is coming from.

First her sister hoards them for like, forever, then right at the moment of acquisition, they go scampering off to that little Dorothy chit. It's enough to put anyone in a bad mood...perhaps even turn them a bit WICKED! Who'd blame her? Let me rephrase that...who'd DARE blame her? Instead, let's just admire her for her restraint and fortitude, and look to her for inspiration in our own wicketude, hmmmm? It's safer that way, trust me!

This is 400-ish yards of Wicked Witch/Flying Butt Monkey-inspired Merino/Bamboo/Nylon blend and comes from the twisted mind of Anne Marie MacKay aka The Chicks with Sticks of ColourPlay Fibers (I couldn't be arsed enough to troll the interwebs for the web page, so once I do find it, I'll edit it...maybe, besides, the Canadian spelling of color is making my head squish out my ears).

In the meantime, you CAN find more of Anne Marie's luscious stuff at Sprouty25 (etsy) & The Chick With Sticks (artfire). Wanna see the rest of the loot? First one to say "dumb question" gets their teeth handed to them in a basket.

Clockwise from the top: Yarn (duh); scented handmade soap Poisoned Apples (you don't think the talking trees were growing and throwing regular old apple did you? You did? That's cute.) from Les Bonnes Idees Mag; homemade ruby slippers noms in fire-of-bitterness cinnamon and a flying witch stitch marker both by yours truly

(close-up of insert card of stitch markery goodness)

So tell me, how far would YOU go to get your hands on the *perfect pair of shoes?



*Honestly? Those ruby slippers? Not quite on the same level of tackiness as ughs and crocks, but pretty damned close!

What's in a Name?

Well...everything, actually. And thanks to Laraknits, I now have one. Now, if I were to stay true to my mean girl villainy I'd make you all go troll through the comments of the last post to see exactly what it is. But since I'm in a rare mood of benevolency, I'll tell ya!

Hoartense Stashling

(HOAR'-tense Staaaaashling)

Doesn't quite strike fear in the soul, but, neither is being nameless. Perhaps it can be considered a stealth fear-inducer. No one is expecting such vile wrathitude from a monster with an ordinary name, now would they? For instance, if Godzilla was named, say, Gilbert Yakimoto, no one would have ever expected he could wreak the kind of havok on Tokyo he did, now would they? And he would have been feared even more!

So, now that I have a name, I also have a voice! So first up...

Whaddup, Bitches???!?

Gotten any good yarn lately? No? Why the hell not? Couldn't possibly be because you haven't received your September MGYC shipment now could it? Well actually...yes. That's exactly what's happened. And it sucks. And you should give her major grief over it. How DARE she!!!! (Actually, she's ordered the supplies to make this component herself for the remaining months, so she has a back-up plan.) But that's NO excuse!

Ahem...yeah, so, anyway. Due to unforeseen circumstances (well, actually it was foreseen because the same exact thing happened last month, but she was hoping that it wouldn't happen again) the September shipment has been delayed, but will ship within the next week or two. Knottyhoar assures me that measures have since been taken to prevent this from happening again. In the meantime...suck it, hoars! You'll get your yarnz sometime in September as promised, and you'll like it, and you'll be damn glad to even get THAT much. (My words, not hers...she's actually being a little namby pamby, all apologetic and regretful. Bleh!)

Oh, and Lara, I'll make sure the little wimpy cream puff includes your prize in with your MGYC shipment.

I'm a Meany Girl, in a Meany World.

Boo!

Where you scared? Well? Were you?

You should have been, that's one mean looking mascot we've got going on here. But you see, there is a problem with our poster child. She doesn't have a name and that makes her a sad MeanGirl Mascot. As you should know, sad MeanGirl Mascots are unstable MeanGirl Mascots and they might do things like eat yarn.

What? It could happen. I'm sure I read about something similar in the National Yarnquirer.

Anyway, while our Beloved Dyer is off galivanting, I, Adminion Tareshen, have a task for you.

Your task, should you decide to accept it, is to name our darling MeanGirl Mascot. This will require you to outwit, outthink and outmean the competition. As always, should you or any other of the Mean Girls win this competition, the Beloved Dyer will possibly send you a prize. Or send your yarn to me.

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Yeah, I was pulling your leg there.

Ok, you have your assignment. Only ideas left in the comments will be considered for this competition. This contest is only open to legal residents of MeanWorld. Employees, Adminions, and family members of Beloved Dyer are not eligible for prizes.

Wait, crap, I just disqualified myself, didn't I? I should win something for Outstanding Self-Meaness in a Blog Setting. *sigh*

Alright, there you go and get going. I'm anxious to see the results.