Frankly sometimes I wonder that too, but there it was, the camera, the boots at the door ready and a partly sunny day. I'll take partly sunny. In fact I'll take about anything that isn't wet. This wee bit of knitting has brought about more enjoyment for me (and likely only me) than anything I think I've ever made. So without further ado, I bring you the most recent wall of Anti Firecracker Balaclava shame.
Miss Taffy, who simply froze and glared, and you know it when a goat glares at you.
Hm, maybe a new movie, Goats Who Stare at Women.....
Dandy, formally known as the horse who use to love me (and really got over any embarrassment once the treats came out).
Imp, poor Imp, this particular style is exceptionally unbecoming to him. Might have something to do with that big long glow in the dark white face.
And last, but never least, the Lolita look. Remember, this is Nick of fly mask failure fame, so no one should be surprised.
Note: No animals were harmed in the taking of these pictures, no matter what they tell you.