My youngest turned the big 1-0 today. (When I said that in my mind I said "ten-oh. Wait, that's not right." One-oh just sounds kinda silly.) Anyway, he's ten.
What better way to celebrate a birthday than to have trick candles?
That don't go out.
Until you blow, and blow, and blow, and maybe spit a little.
And the wax melts all over the cake.
In case you figure that a knitting blog should talk about knitting, here's my White Buffalo CIC sweater.
Bring on the sleeves!