I am an animal lover - and practically indiscriminate about it. It seems to run in my mother’s line though, of course, I don’t really know if there’s anything genetic about it at all. But you could (and can) tell when a member of that family is around because there will be animals - dogs, cats, birds...could be anything really.
So when I tell you I love my pets, you have some idea of what I mean. I try very hard to understand how an animal is likely to think (or not to) and am never severe or over bearing with them. In other words, it’s hard for me to be mad at a pet, not matter what it does short of murder :) And so, when I tell you how royally they pissed me off yesterday morning by knocking over both my lamp and one of the fans, you’ll understand how annoyed I really was. I don’t know why they didn’t go for the other fan as well and make it a hat trick!
The problem was it was very, very early in the morning. See they have a new routine which they have been expanding and refining for a couple of weeks now. When we get up - they get breakfast. Of course they eventually realized that if they could get us up earlier than usual, they would also get breakfast earlier. For a while now, one or the other of them has been climbing onto my pillow at whatever ungodly hour their tummy starts to rumble (we will not discuss the dry food that is always available, 24/7) and whining in my fast-asleep ear. Most of the time it isn’t that early and I’ve reached the drifting stage anyways. That means the thought of coffee could occur at any moment and that’s such a beguiling and charming thought that I usually get up and do something about it :)
But this was way earlier than usual and I was dreaming, not drifting. So I was not amused at the feline insistence that starvation was imminent (it happened to be Jade this time) and when she succeeded in arousing me to unwelcome wakefulness, I swatted at her with my blanket. That was not, apparently, what she expected and she bolted straight into the lamp - crash - and startled the excrement out of Goldie (who was hovering below, waiting to see if I was going to feed them) who ran smack into the fan - boom! - toppling it over as well.
And, of course after all that I was well and truly awake - pissiness being a self-renewing condition and not conducive to getting back to the arms of Morpheus :)
I’ve been working on another stitch pattern and I really like it :)
The above swatch was made with worsted weight wool and size 8 US (5.00 mm) needles. The pattern came out okay (except for a slip stitch that I messed up) but was larger than I expected. I know what to expect from size 8 needles and worsted weight yarn, but the pattern kind of took up more space that I thought it would...if you know what I mean.
So, being fully alert yesterday morning and having time I didn’t expect to have (ha-ha), I made another swatch…
My feeling is that this pattern would work nicely on a wide expanse - like a throw or something like that? I guess I still have shawls on the brain because I find myself trying to figure out how to work this into a...well...a shawl or a stole kind of thing. I should also try this in lace weight yarn and see how that works. It might be a whole different story. Anyway, I really, really like this pattern with it’s slip-stitch stems and little buds.
And I am going to find some way to use it!
I had retrieved the Summer Garden Sock…
I’ve frogged many things before and soaked/washed the yarn to prepare it to be used again. You know what yarn looks like when you frog it - you get a very curly pile that even a thorough soaking doesn’t usually straighten. When I’ve done this previously, I’ve let the yarn soak for up to an hour and when I’ve hung it up to dry, I’ve usually hung some small weight on the bottom of the hank to encourage it to straighten out.
Then I pulled myself together, went out and did a little grocery shopping, came home, put things away, made lunch.
On the way back into the living room, I noticed Jade was sleeping on the back of Myria’s chair - so I whined in her ear :) She jumped a mile and gave me one of those patented cat glares - the “You know I could have you beheaded” look.
Petty, but satisfying :)
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The cat story is hilarious. I think that your getting even is purrfection.
i was waiting for the part of the story where you used both jade and goldie as counterweights to straighten the yarn- maybe it is fortunate your yarn didn’t perform in its usual way!
our house animals have decided that 3 a.m. is the designated time for ‘activity hour’ when dogs and cats run wildly around the entire house spilling things and creating much happy fracas- fortunately the gerbils cannot get out and join in, but you know the whole thing about ‘the squeaky wheel’- i usually sleep through the chaos pretty well until a small furry fellow i will not name, but who might be named after a certain knitting charity,decides playtime is over and it is time to land on my head with great slobbery kisses- i learned years ago that happy doggie drool has many therapeutic uses (go ahead, inundate me with facts about lysol) and feel thankful the sound effects have ended-
i love the colors you are using for the ‘summer garden sock’- the name is so perfect for those happy colors-
stay happy-
Jennifer - Well, I love them dearly but sometimes I think wistfully about braiding their tails together and hanging them outside the living room window for the night!
Not that I would ever do such a thing :)
Barb - why is it they always need to play at night?!?!? I mean thank heavens the gerbils are confined to their tanks - imagine what those active little chewers could get up to given half a chance?
Jade did your Dulaan thing this morning. Climbed up by my ear but didn’t yowl. She just murmured gently a couple of times, I scratched her ear and she curled up around my head and went to sleep. I decided I could live with that and promptly followed suit :)
I love that cat story! It put a great big smile on my face. Sometimes it’s good to be petty.
Gorgeous swatches! I’ve decided to put aside some yarn just for swatching. I need to get more adventurous with my knitting.
Opal - Well, since you also share living space with felines, I know you know what it’s like :) I love them to death but there are times when they’re about as appealing as a three-year-old throwing a tantrum!
Swatching is fun for me, because it teaches me new tricks, and because I get an idea of what a particular pattern is like - even if there’s an accompanying photo. It’s different when you work it yourself :)
