Oh how I love when these horrifying knit clown ski-masks resurface. There are a bunch of them, and they always scare the pants off of me. Brings back that fear of clowns I have which is rooted in a trip to Sea World when I was young. Ahem. Nothing too spooky, but a certain clown did keep reappearing next to me through out the day. I just couldn’t shake him.
Posted by Tina as Knitting, Funny little things at 2:38 PM PST
