Archive for December, 2008

Flood Feet

Posted in uncategorized on December 31st, 2008 by weequizzie – 2 Comments


Flood Feet, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

Welcome home you fuckers…

2009 is all about the tea cosy

Posted in heart, knittyknitknit on December 30th, 2008 by weequizzie – 2 Comments

Tea Cosies, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

I need to get me some patterns and get knitting. I’m also going to knit a laptop cosy and possibly a drinky poo soda can cosy.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.

Christmas is nearly over

Posted in pikkers, tootsies on December 28th, 2008 by weequizzie – Be the first to comment

Christmas is over, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

Time to kick off the novelty socks and prepare for a new year full of other kinds of socks and no socks at all.

and I get to see Maffews tomorrow.

Happy nearly new (not poo) year.

Boxing Day + wool = The Knitathon

Posted in heart, knittyknitknit, pikkers, tootsies on December 26th, 2008 by weequizzie – 3 Comments

The Beginning, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

Today I will mostly be knitting and eating pigs in blankets and watching Mary Poppins and trying to write something that is not completely meaningless, or perhaps totally meaningless and taking pikkers of my feets with the camera.

Boxing Day, I think I love you.

Christmas Feet

Posted in pikkers, tootsies on December 25th, 2008 by weequizzie – 1 Comment

Christmas Feet, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

My feet love Christmas. They get really excited.

Merry Chrissymas to all the feets.

‘But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.’

Posted in heart on December 16th, 2008 by weequizzie – Be the first to comment

No longer naked but what kind of existence is it for the little Christmas Tree?

The Fir Tree – Hans Christian Andersen


Pikker by Maffews.

Our First Christmas Tree. ‘Like a sex crime victim…’

Posted in heart on December 7th, 2008 by weequizzie – 1 Comment

Our first Christmas Tree. Naked but soon to be dressed


‘Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it’s on the side of the road. Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape’, Marla Singer in Fight Club.

You’ve got to love that filthy mouth.