Doozer · Persi · Whiskers on Wednesday

Too Late for Whiskers on Wednesday

I was going to do a Whiskers on Wednesday post about how famously Persi and Doozer are getting along. And how much Doozer seems to idolize her. And how he keeps trying to get her to play with him. And how he likes to be where she is so he follows her around all day. And how she really would prefer to just be left alone. But it’s the witching hour around here and I really need to get the kids into bed before things turn ugly. Have a nice evening y’all!

Knitting · Reading

Getting Stuff Done

I finished reading Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcom Gladwell. It was a thought provoking and enjoyable read. Next I’ll be reading/critiquing the first draft of “Just Another Vampire Book” by my friend Sean. I’ve already read the first chapter and it was great, so I expect the rest of the book will be fabulous as well.

I finished half a pair of socks:


and the decrease section of the Baby Surprise Jacket for my friend Sage:


and I finished the first two charts on the cuff of the Bird in Hand mittens:



Things aren’t always what they seem.

Thanks to purplesteph for posting this great video in a Ravelry forum today. I enjoyed it greatly! :-)


Heaven on a slice of toast.

One of my very good friends has her own chickens and yesterday she sent me home from our play date with 3 blue eggs and 2 speckled brown eggs.

There is nothing at all on earth like a poached egg laid by a beloved backyard hen and eaten with a slice of buttered and salted sourdough toast. Seriously, I am still basking in the afterglow of this amazing lunch. See how the yolk is orange rather than yellow? The yolk was literaly like butter. OMG.

I can’t wait until I can have my own chickens.

Doozer · Persi · Whiskers on Wednesday

Whiskers on Wednesday

In the middle of the night on May 9, 1992, one of the the family cats gave birth to a litter of 7 kittens under my bed. Three of the kittens were stillborn, four survived. Two weeks later, the mother cat went outside and never came back, leaving me and my sister to bottle-feed the entire litter. They thrived. When the time came, we found homes for two of the kittens and decided to keep two, one for me and one for my sister. I chose the adorable gray kitten who had woken me the night of his birth with his loud mewling and named him Sebastian. She chose the very talkative and stubborn all black kitten and named her Persi (short for persistence). We kept them together for years, moving them with us as we moved. First from one town to another, then from one state to another (and another!) until they finally ended up in Connecticut with us. They were both very old by that point (2002 or 2003, I think), and Sebastian had developed a heart condition that he eventually died from (in 2003, I think it was). Persi, grateful to be an only cat at last, went to live with my TAS in 2005. Now, my sister having gone through a bad break-upย  over the past couple of weeks, has moved back in with us. And of course, Persi came with her.

Persi is very old. She’ll be 17 this year. She doesn’t see very well. Or hear. And she’s a borderline diabetic (see how she’s in the bath with a cup of water?). But she’s still stubborn and as talkative as ever. She and Doozer are still trying to negotiate a peaceful coexistence and Doozer, I must say, is taking it rather well. We’d always assumed that he wasn’t a cat person, but after about 5 days of cohabitation, he’s now trying to figure out how to get her to play with him. Unfortunately she’s not that kind of kitty any more (and she really is NOT a cat person). At least they’re not trying to kill each other.


A panoply of objets d’knitting

The best way to celebrate a completed knitting project


or two


really is to cast on at least one


or two


or three new projects


Wouldn’t you agree?

holiday cheer

My knitting has something to tell you.

Happy Valentine’s day, y’all!