Saturday, 17 May 2014

I Have Maggots In My Scrotum

I love The Book of Mormon. The musical that is. If you haven't seen it yet and you get the chance to, jump at it. It's amazing. Unless you're a Mormon, or sensitive to the swears. Then definitely don't go see it.

There's a running gag in which one of the villagers declares "I have maggots in my scrotum!" You can hear it in this song, All American Prophet.

I also learned when making the pattern for this that the line down a scrotum is called the scrotal raphe. That would be a respectable 10 points in scrabble, you know.

So, that's two posts in a row from me featuring cross stitched testicles. You're welcome. ;)

Thanks for stopping by!
Emma x

Thursday, 8 May 2014

You, Sir, Are a Baboon!

A little while ago I was feeling a bit of a Debbie Downer and in an effort to cheer myself up asked my Facebook friends to guess my word of the day, with the promise of their own choice of word stitched up as a prize. My friend Lauren guessed correctly. It was Monorail! Monorail, monorail, monorail, monorail...

Carrying on the Simpsons theme she chose Baboon (she made me guess it too!) Such an awesome choice. I don't know about you, but when I think of a baboon, the first thing I think of is their butt.

So of course that had to be a feature. And the balls, because, you know. Balls.

Face/Butt. Sounds like the porn version of Face/Off.

So there we have it. My friend cheered me up and I sent her a cross stitched Baboon butt and balls.

I should point out that the colourful faces and butts we associate with Baboons are actually those of Mandrills. But apparently they were classed as Baboons up until a few years ago, so you know, artistic licence and all that.

Thanks for stopping by!
Emma x