Knitted Sherlock’s Violin by Kat Bifield
My gosh, look at that!
I want to make this now. Kat, may I PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE buy this pattern off you???? Or even just steal it from you?
I’m so sorry - I don’t have a pattern! I made it up as I went.
Seriously, he’s like the Mycroft to my Sherlock. The man is insanely smart and talented. And this is his new blog. He just won the SOYA awards writers category and is heading off to New York as part of the prize and lucky for us he decided to document his journey.
I can not recommend this blog enough - he has a fantastic writing style that is a joy to read. So go read it.
The Mess You’ve Made by Kat Bifield
Okay, so I guess I should explain. For some reason I have this idea that Sherlock deleted the fact that the Easter Bunny doesn’t exist. And Mycroft, being the loving big brother that he is, hates the thought of Sherlock being disappointed. So every year at Easter he hides Easter eggs and trace evidence of a white rabbit in Sherlock’s flat.

Easter Bunny Triptych by Kat Bifield
Mycroft as the Easter Bunny was just too cute - I HAD to add some more photos of it.
He IS the Easter Bunny by Kat Bifield
(I have no idea where this came from. I think I maybe had too much chocolate today. Anywho, happy Easter everyone!)
A Friend of Mine by Kat Bifield
The Geek Interpreter by Kat Bifield
Today when attempting to call someone a ‘shallow, selfish bastard’ it came out sounding more like “sallow shellfish bastard”, which I actually quite like. Except now I want to go knit a yellow crab or lobster to be my sallow shellfish bastard.
Fine by Kat Bifield

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