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Where you a good little knitter this year?

Did Santa Sheep visit you and leave you lots of nice woolly presents?

You say he just ate all your cookies?  It must have been Fred!


Twas the Night Before... Unfinished Projects

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the towns
All the knitters were knitting, but all with long frowns.
The socks were unfinished, the scarves were not done
With the thought that Christmas would come with the sun.

The children were sent to sleep into their beds,
While I sat and wondered, no cap to be Fred's!
And Bizzy with a sweater, yet to be complete,
We'd settled our brains for an undo-able feat.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I dropped my knitting to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
At such great speed that I knocked over my stash!

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a wise old knitter, smiling, with no fear.

This was a master knitter, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his stitches they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now cast on! now, purl two! now, knit one and purl three!
YO, five knits! YO, three purls! YO, knit two and purl thee
To the end of the row! To the spot of the mark!
Now casting off! Casting off! Casting off all!"

As fine soft wool before the fast spinning wheel flies,
When faced with a hard project, he looked for the prize.
So into my knit room, the knitter he flew,
With a bag full of yarns and many patterns too.

He looked at our projects and looked at the clock,
And then he said in a voice that did not mock,
"You might not be finished but do not despair
Spend time with your loved ones while you finish with care."

"The gift will be doubled, the joy will be more."
And away did he fly, right out the front door.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he left with that wit,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all, a good-knit!"
"Happy Birthday to Karen, and now I must quit!"

Peace to all!
Dizzy


On the Twelfth Day of Dizzy...

We hope you enjoyed our holiday event!
We hope you enjoyed our holiday event!

On the twelfth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Something warm and cozy

Yarn as soft as kittens,

Stellar bits of shimmer,

Tweeds and marls exciting,

Sharp and pointy objects,

Natural sheepy fleecies,

Many stunning colors,

Aaac-ceessss-o-RIES! (badum, bum, bum)

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Some thing al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feeeeeet!

We hope you enjoyed our holiday savings event!

Happy Holidays and Wooly Hugs from everyone at Dizzy Sheep!


On the Eleventh Day of Dizzy...

Sigh... Sticky things, the bane of being fuzzy.
Sigh... Sticky things, the bane of being fuzzy.

On the eleventh day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Yarn as soft as kittens,

Stellar bits of shimmer,

Tweeds and marls exciting,

Sharp and pointy objects,

Natural sheepy fleecies,

Many colors stunning,

Acc-cess-o-ries!

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

Everyone is enjoying candy canes, but I tend to avoid them. I have a general fear of sticky things, being that I’m so fuzzy. It’s not fun to have things stuck to you, and especially the ripping them out part.

Perhaps it’s all of the festivities, or just my sweet tooth, but today I’m feeling adventurous! I’m going to try and eat a candy cane without getting it stuck to me.

Alright, take a deep breath. This is very exciting. Just have to make sure I stay focused and… mmm, hey that’s pretty good! Delicious sweet mintiness!

Ow! Wait, no, don’t stick to me! Bad candy cane! Ugh! Oh, that’s making it worse! Oh, boy!


On the Tenth Day of Dizzy...

Dizzy, leave me alone! I'm showing off my new candy hammer!
Dizzy, leave me alone! I'm showing off my new candy hammer!

On the tenth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Stellar bits of shimmer,

Tweeds and marls exciting,

Sharp and pointy objects,

Natural sheepy fleecies,

Many stunning colors,

Acc-cess-o-ries!

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

The other day it occurred to me, why occupy both of your hands when you want to enjoy a little construction and a candy cane at the same time? After much thought and deliberation, I came up with my newest invention.

I present to you, the candy hammer!

Hey it was either that, or the hamdy cane, which sounds like something completely gross. Regardless of the name, now you can hang stockings in festive style! Smite any nail in your path while maintaining sweet, fresh minty breath.

Your astute and inquisitive mind is probably thinking, but Fred, won’t it just break when I hit something? That’s where my gargoyle ingenuity comes in. See, the molecular structure simply needed -

Dizzy what are you doing?? No, I told you we aren’t playing leap frog! Everyone is interpreting this song way too literally! The lords aren’t supposed to be jumping around like idiots, it’s referring to a lordly formal dance or just a general sense of eagerness.

Get away from me!


On the Ninth Day of Dizzy...

Ow. Whatever these presents are, they aren't soft.
Ow. Whatever these presents are, they aren't soft.

On the ninth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Tweeds and marls exciting,

Sharp and pointy objects,

Natural sheepy fleecies,

Many colors stunning,

Acc-cess-o-ries!

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

I give you my special holiday interpretive dance! I’ve been working on it for a while and am glad I can finally perform it.

Unfortunately I couldn’t find eight other willing dancers to join me, it would have been quite spectacular with the choreography I put together. That’s alright though, I’ll just have to leap and twirl a little extra to keep the same intensity that the other dancers would have added.

Not many people know this, but I was quite the dance star when I was younger! Here’s the leaping double twirl, it’s all about focusing on –

CRASH!

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Where you’re going to... land.


On the Eighth Day of Dizzy...

Feel free to leave milk and cookies out for me.
Feel free to leave milk and cookies out for me.

On the eighth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Sharp and pointy objects,

Natural sheepy fleecies,

Many colors stunning,

Acc-cess-o-ries!

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

You were probably expecting a cow. I was totally going to make Alpaca do it. I had a funny little maid outfit and everything. But then I thought it would be weird.

Plus there was the whole fiasco with the birds and I asked myself, do we really want an angry cow running around? The answer of course was “yes, definitely”, but then I was pretty sure Alpaca would have had some kind of meltdown, milk would have been spilt, and possibly some tears. Definitely not festive.

Besides, this is much more delicious. Dizzy dunking eight cookies! Yum. Make that seven cookies.


On the Seventh Day of Dizzy...

These are definitely swans, you're just confused.
These are definitely swans, you're just confused.

On the seventh day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Natural sheepy fleecies,

Many colors stunning,

Acc-cess-o-ries!

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

Just look at these swans. Aren’t they majestic? So graceful, so… floaty.

No! These are swans! I don’t know why you think they’re ducks in a bucket. Perhaps your eyes are tired. I would never attempt to pass rubber ducks off as swans. How absurd!

Fine. I see that flat out denial of reality isn’t going to work. Yes, the birds were a lot to handle, but I was actually excited for the swans! I was going to get my trusty heavy duty construction vehicles in here to dig a swan pool. Sure, it would have been giant, messy and I don’t even want to think about the water bill to fill it, but you can’t expect swans to swim in anything less than a giant serene swan pool.

Alas, my love for heavy construction wasn’t shared by all. So here I am, Fred, the festive lifeguard elf, making sure these rubber ducks obey all of the official bucket swimming rules. I don't even want to think about what's supposed to happen with maids and milking.


On the Sixth Day of Dizzy...

I assure you that no feathered friends were harmed in any way.
I assure you that no feathered friends were harmed in any way.

On the sixth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Many colors stunning,

Acc-cess-o-ries!

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

Baa’aa! I had no idea geese could be such a handful. I’ve been told that geese make for an excellent security system because they have good senses, are quick to become alerted when something is amiss and aren’t afraid to make noise about it. I can also tell you from personal experience that they are quite intimidating when they gang up and start chasing you around!

Forget high tech alarm systems, everyone should get themselves a gaggle of security geese. That would definitely keep me in line. Oh and they could wear cute little security jackets and hats, that would be so cool!

I'm glad everything is calm again. The geese are laying down somewhere comfortable, the birds are happyily chirping in someone else’s tree, and most important, the presents are safe. Though we are getting into the second half of the Twelve Days of Dizzy, and I can't guarantee things won't get out of hand again. There are a lot of exciting deals coming!


On the Fifth Day of Dizzy...

We're experiencing technical feathered difficulties and will return shortly!
We're experiencing technical feathered difficulties and will return shortly!

On the fifth day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…

Acc-cess-o-ries!

Interesting blends,

Soft single plies,

Something al-pac-a,

And a great yarn for socks for my feet!

Not to be the one to ruin someone’s festive bird brained idea, but I told you this wasn’t going to end well! Alright, time to round up these feathered pests and send them back to... where did we even get all of these birds from? Dizzy, you shoo them out of the tree. Alpaca, chase them towards me and the net and –

Ahh! Who let the geese out?! It’s not even time for the geese!

I don't remember the verse where we get overrun by a festive gaggle of crazed birds!