It is fair to say that small and fluffy parts of my soul went into the Web of Woe. Standing before it’s beast-trapped span of stitching and spiderness a mix of pride, horror and panic at leaving it behind washed over me.
We all suffer moments of graffiti knitting mourning, when the lamp post you adorned is bare once more, when the railing you wrapped is dull and knitless.
It is in these moments that you wonder why. You wonder why and you wonder where. Is Mothra living under a bridge spending his nights as a hobo’s pillow? Do the dust mites lurk beneath the bed of a burglar? Will the dragonfly become part of a passing light-fingered fisherman’s careful plans to catch the one-eyed pike that has always eluded him?
A dark wondering place blossoms in your heart.
And out of this dark and wondering place your horror takes form…
And a Ghostmouse is born.
My Ghostmouse was melancholy and sorrowful and sullen from being kept in a special chamber for the safety of society.
He liked his cheese bitter and blue. Yet he had such skinny ribs.
He never ever said a word. He simply stared and stared.
He was nothing like his brother, the grey mouse.
Creeepy!! I like it 🙂
oh what a wonderfully creepy little mouse, I would want to adopt him but he seems too much of a free spirit.
ps. someone once stole my vampire bunny and I had a leaflet campaign all over town. Nobody thought it would work, but my Bunny was returned.
http://jafagirlart.blogspot.com/2008/02/vampire-rabbit-of-newcastle.html
Your vampire bunny rules!
That’s not a mouse that’s an ANT.
He’s a skelemouse! Not an ant. He likes spooky cheese. I asked him.
I love Ghostmouse. Those little ribs are awesome!
Fiddly but fun to make. 🙂