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Addictions, They Need To Be Fed



So I told ya'll about my "therapy" the other day. I never thought I would like doing something like this but I gotta tell ya, I do. I like it a lot. I still haven't made the boy's Spongebob one but I'm getting there. Les* said she wants one and I'm guessing it gets just as cold there as it does in the State of Hockey.

I was thinking (and Lord knows that can get dangerous), these things are a hit with the kidlets so why not make them and sell them? Then I thought (oh dear, two thoughts, watch out), maybe someone would buy one. Hmmm.

So...if you would like a homemade, fleece, no-sew blanket, I would be honored to fulfill that need. If you are interested, email me what pattern you would like (both sides) and I'll let ya know the cost. I'm thinking I'll probably just charge the cost of materials and shipping. Who knows. I'm going by the seat of my pants here people. It's one of the hundred ideas in my mind but the only one that escaped and made it to here.

I don't know that anyone would buy them but it doesn't hurt to try right? A little pocket money for my tattoos I wanna get. Wait, no I meant a little pocket money for family fun time. Yeah, that's the ticket.


* She said a cheese one and a duck one. Wedges or Swiss? Mallards or rubber? The choices are astounding!

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Les Becker said…
If you're serious, I would most definitely go for cheesy ducks. Rubber (ducks, not cheese). What the hell - rubber cheese is fine, too.

Email me with your price - I'll start figuring out how to make restitution (Do you need a teenager? She's free. Please.). :-)
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