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Sunday Snapshot: Pussyhat + Pussycat with Tiny Cranky Haley

Sunday Snapshot: Pussyhat + Pussycat with Tiny Cranky Haley

A pussyhat-themed Tiny Cranky Haley just didn't seem right without my mischievous Simon Paws. Because, oh, the joys of cats in the craft studio!

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Happy New Year from Tiny Cranky Haley and the Cats!

Happy New Year from Tiny Cranky Haley and the Cats! | The Zen of Making

Happy New Year from Tiny Cranky Haley and the Cats! | The Zen of Making

Happy New Year from Tiny Cranky Haley and the cats!

We hope your 2015 is filled with joy, creativity, and a minimum number of cat farts!

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Tiny Cranky Haley: Knitting and Cat Farts

Tiny Cranky Haley: Knitting and Cat Farts | The Zen of Making

Tiny Cranky Haley: Knitting and Cat Farts | The Zen of Making

The first animated Tiny Cranky Haley ever!

Every day, it’s knitting and cat farts. Every. Single. Day. (And sometimes in stereo, when Pixel Cat gets in on the action!)

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Note: Before anyone gets wound up, yes, the cats are eating an appropriate high-quality wet cat food as recommended by our vet. Alas, living things do fart, and farts are stinky.

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Tiny Cranky Haley: Reporting Live from Moth Hell

Tiny Cranky Haley: Reporting Live from Moth Hell | The Zen of Making

Tiny Cranky Haley: Reporting Live from Moth Hell | The Zen of Making

This week’s radio silence is brought to you by the letter M.

Now, let us have a moment of silence for the 1/3 of my yarn stash and 1/2 of my wardrobe that is no longer with us.

On the bright side, when I’m finally done with this nonsense, I’m going to write one heck of a blog post about saving your wardrobe/yarn and fabric stash/sanity while battling the horror that is the clothes moth. Because, turns out, moths are like honey badgers. They don’t give a shit how clean your apartment is—they’ll still find a way to eat your stuff.

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