I don’t know what it is about Thanksgiving in particular that makes crafters lose their minds.  Maybe it’s the general weakness of the turkey as craft imagery.  Maybe it’s a result of Halloween over-crafting.  Maybe it’s just too much food.

Whatever it is, I hope for the sake of small children everywhere that the holiday is over quickly, and with less pain than this kid on the right is feeling.  I’m with you, Dakota.  What the f*#% is your mom thinking?

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Dear Human,

I have a fur coat. I wear it with some frequency. In the summer, when you are in your wee bitty little bikini, floating around cooly in the pool. I am stuck in this rank ass fur, sweating up a storm. But, in the fall and winter? It is delightful to be a dog. I have nature’s most perfect insulation.

So listen to me. LOOK AT ME. No, look at me. This crap? Has got to stop. I do not need a raincoat, a scarf, a jaunty little cap, or one of those stupid little hats with an umbrella attached. I sure as hell don’t need whatever this thing is and I think I may be having some allergy related reaction. Because, that’s right, I am ALLERGIC TO SHAME.

I’m warm enough. I am cute enough. Please stop making me wear the leftovers from your yarn stash.

Love,

Buster

P.S. That little treat in your underwear drawer? Expect that every day until the torture ceases.

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flutter has never made her dog wear anything made of fun-fur yarn. She promises.

I kind of want to buy this just for the look of horror on my boyfriend’s face when he takes off my clothes.

What, honey, you don’t want to peel off my felted “taste me” thong?

Cheshire Cat pasties not doing it for you?

Man, I thought for sure you’d go crazy when you saw the hand stitched hookah smoking caterpillar.  My bad.  I guess next time I should figure out what sexy is before I drop $160 on a knit storybook corset.

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Renee gets her underwear in a three-pack.

I hate it when an Etsy artist has already come up with the best possible name for a Craftastrophe.  Forest Gimp?  Brilliant.  And mildly awkward.  Like Forest himself.  Especially if Jenny had caught him in this getup.

I would have thought this would have been more Lieutenant Dan’s scene, frankly.

Who knew bondage dolls could be so adorable?

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Elly Lou would like to be a bird so she could fly far, far away from this thing.

Say “Barack Obama” and different things spring to mind for different people, depending on your political persuasion.

Some people see hope and change. Some see a sign of progress toward racial equality. Others see the head of a spending-mad government or a wild-eyed socialist.

I’m willing to bet, however, that few people hear his name and think “Crocheted Squid.” And yet…let me present: Barack O’Squiddy

I made this little guy in honor of our new president! He is one fabulously patriotic squiddy.

Well, ok, then. Happy Fourth of July, Americans. Try not to blow yourself up or to eat potato salad that has gone bad from sitting in the sun.

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Suebob likes our president very much indeed and is deathly afraid of giant squid.