Hey there! I know I haven’t posted since Saturday and that Wednesday is usually for Whiskers on Wednesday. I just can’t bring myself to post another picture of the cats today. (I know heard some of you cheer. Cut that out.) Frankly, the cats have not been all that interesting lately. They’re officially buddies now, so they spend all night running off their kitty krazies by playing tag and wrestling and discussing the finer points of Quantum mechanics and then they spend all day sleeping. Doozer, being three times (literally!) Lolly’s size, is surprisingly gentle with her and she is surprisingly loud when she feels like she’s not getting the better of him. So, it all works out in the end.
So, here’s some random stuff that’s happened since Saturday:
I finished a pair of socks, just in time for the freakish 90° weather of a Connecticut spring.
I finished another dishrag for my TAS. I figure I’ll add a pretty soap dispenser or something to go with it. Voila! Housewarming gift completed.
A friend of mine has learned to spin and this has inspired me to also get my first spinning project out. Well, that and the fact that I picked up a fleece at the CT Sheep & Wool festival. But that particular project is going to require me to fix/renovate/restore my Great Wheel. And then learn how to spin on it.
And now there’s BFL in my coffee.
I love the Connecticut Sheep and Wool Festival, but I am a bad bad blogger. I neglected to take any pictures. I am happy and tired, though, and a good time was had by all. I met up with some Ravelers and had a wonderful chat with the the guy from the Merlin Tree about my antique great wheel. Isaac discovered needle felting and I purchased my first fleece.
Luckily, I snagged a few copies of Spin Off from a woman on Ravelry who was destashing them a couple of weeks ago.
I also brought home a sunburn.
Bad News: There’s now way in hell I’m going to be able to finish the No-Purl Monkey socks (or the Harumi Cardigan for that matter) in time for the CT Sheep & Wool festival tomorrow.
Good News (I guess): It’s going to be entirely too hot for socks (and/or sweaters).
Last night, at dinner, E3 told a joke he thinks says he made up. In his best Darth Vader impression he intoned, “Use the fork, Luke. It’s dinnertime!” Then he gathered up his sippy cup and his light saber and promptly fell asleep on the floor.
One of my favorite things about being a knitter is that, as long as you remember to bring your knitting with you, you always have something to do. But you have to make sure you bring enough. For example, this past weekend, I was doing a volunteer thing and was away from home (and teh internetz!) for a long time two days in a row. The first day, I went out of the house with my current sock in progress and an extra cake of sock yarn. I figured that I’d be away from home long enough to finish the one project and start on another. Only, when I sat down and got out my knitting, I couldn’t remember if I’d done the foot of the other sock with 5 repeats or 7 before turning the heel. And I didn’t want to have to frog back 2 repeats if I didn’t have to. I would have started the new sock, but I’d neglected to bring another set of needles. Lesson learned: ABEN (always bring extra needles).
The second day, I was naturally more prepared and packed 4 projects: my sock in progress, the new sock, some cotton yarn and a set of needles for a dishcloth for my TAS, and my sweater in progress. Having checked in with the other sock, I knew that I needed to do 7 pattern repeats before turning the heel. I did the pattern repeats, but decided that turning the heel would take more concentration that I had available to me, so I put it aside and got out my sweater project. I had two rows left to do before starting the lace pattern (for which there is an errata in my size and, naturally, I didn’t print out the errata before leaving home). Also, lace requires concentration and focus which I just didn’t have at that moment. So I put that down and took out the new sock, finishing the toe before realizing I hadn’t settled on a pattern for the rest of the sock. I stuffed it back into my bag, to be knitted after browsing Ravelry for patterns.
The dishcloth is what saved me that day.
Even if I could have been paying a little more attention…
Today, let’s just say that a certain SOMEone has not been behaving in a manner conducive to healing as it pertains to her recent surgical procedure.
Contrary to appearances around here of late, I have been knitting.
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And the winner, chosen by random number generation is:
Mlegan! Please contact me with your real world address so I can send you your prize. If I don’t hear from you by Monday at 8 pm EDT, I will select another winner.
Thanks to everyone who stopped by and left a comment. It’s so rewarding to see those blog stats climb and to read all the funny comments (I’m looking at you Chaotic Chris). I tried to reply to everyone, but there were just more than I was able to keep up with. Thanks again everyone!
Mlegan would have smushed him, in case you were wondering.
There is nothing like a comment contest to boost a blogger’s morale, let me tell you! I have not been disappointed. Reading your comments about that bug I found in my tub provided much entertainment. And Chris, TMI! Seriously, dood!
So some of you are probably wondering what kind of bug that was. Some of you thought it might be a silverfish. Most of you had the same reaction I’d had: “Ew, that bug is freaking me out! Honey, get over here and dispatch of it posthaste!!!” Now, I’m going to surprise you all. That is the exact wrong reaction to have.
Mr. Interrupted ignored my pleas to smush it (which, I am not kidding, was a good two inches long and nearly as fat as a dime) and gently scooped it up into a cup. Then he insisted I do a google search for centipedes of Connecticut. Now, I had firmly fixed in my mind that this thing was some sort of mutant radioactive silverfish (and why on Earth would anyone want to rescue a disgusting silverfish?!) so while I was googling, I was arguing with him. The first thing I did was go to the silverfish wiki and realized that, for once, Mr. Interrupted was right. Our bug was decidedly not a silverfish. So, I googled up centipedes of Connecticut and found this. Our creepy crawly is a house centipede.
Now before you all give the poor guy a collective Cesarean thumbs down, realize that house centipedes are actually beneficial bugs. It surprised me to learn that these guys eat household pests, including roaches and silverfish. They eat bed bugs and carpet beetles. They even eat clothes moths, people! That little house centipede will protect your yarn from the moths that are out to eat it. House centipedes are awesome. Their only problem is that they freak people the fuck out.
[thanks to myriorama for this beautiful and terrifying macro shot]
Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow to see who wins the contest!
On Saturday, I introduced an addition to our family, Lolly. She’s a 4 (or 5) month old torti-tabby we brought home as a companion for Doozer. Considering that Doozer has been an only cat for as long as he has, he’s actually taking the whole thing rather well. This morning we arrived at a major kitty milestone:
Eating breakfast together without making any growly noises.