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I Got My Pet Sematary Mittens! At Last!

Hi all, if you were following me back in July, you remember my plaintive cry for scratch-proof airplane mittens. My Tourette’s had gotten a bit unruly on an airplane and left my exquisite visage hideously marred. Nations wept. Gone were the fabled flawless cheeks, the unmarred simian brow, etc, etc.

The howling for mittens has worked! My friend Angela Lovell, whom I met at the Mark Twain House in Hartford, responded to my love for Pet Sematary with a couple of knitted zombie animals. Behold!


The cat has a dangling eyeball. His nametag says “Church,” which was the name of the cat in Pet Sematary. The back of the nametag has the phone number 555-1408. 1408 was another Stephen King story I loved.



This undead canine looks a little less grim at first glance. But! That’s his exposed brain up there! Ooooooooo, doesn’t it give you chills?

If you happen to see me on an airplane and I’m wearing these, now you’ll know.

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  • Marjorie January 18, 2014, 9:25 am

    Yeah! Weirdly delightful. You have such a gift for shifting difficult things in life and finding the black humor in them. Made me smile!

  • evelyneholingue January 18, 2014, 4:42 pm

    Weird in a kind and humorous way. Enjoy these new gifts. Best to you.

  • Sue January 19, 2014, 12:09 am


  • Tara O. January 19, 2014, 12:52 am

    Your new mitts couldn’t be more perfect! Love them!!