I’m in a bind. You see, I need a nice little project that travels well. Something mindless that I can tuck into my smallish purse and work on while I’m out and about. You know, at park day or in the waiting room at the dentist’s office or whatever. You have one of those projects, too, admit it. Anyway, Skew was decidedly not that project for me, so while I was working on Skew at home, I was taking my Involution Shawl out. It was the perfect traveling project. It was still sort of small, and oh-so-mindless. I could pick it up anywhere and sneak in a few stitches or rounds, and put it down without worrying about losing my place in the pattern. But now Skew is done and Involution has outgrown my purse, and I’m left trying to figure out what the heck to cast on that travels well.
Ever have one of those days where you let the dirty dishes pile up in the sink because you lack the motivation to empty the dishwasher, only to realize, when you finally do muster up the motivation, that the dishwasher is halfway full of dirty dishes?
This was our fourth year at this festival, and it was still awesome.
Evidently I was in a purpley sort of mood today.
Last night I cast off the second Skew sock.
I’m so glad I didn’t follow through with my plan to abandon the second sock. It came out so beautifully. I love how the colors pooled and how the heel does that swirly thing.
Kudos to the designer for figuring out this elegant sock construction. Unlike “regular” socks (where you can sort of eye-ball the heel placement) Skew is hardly intuitive. But the pattern is clearly written and easy to follow, even though it was a challenge for me because I had to pay attention to it. It was a thoroughly enjoyable knit and I’m so pleased with the end result. And yes, I stopped the ribbing on the second sock about 1/2 an inch too soon. I’m okay with that.
Dark room, warm duvet
E4 sleeps, snoring softly
Knitting can wait
Firstly, the service here sucks. The humans make her wait all the way until 7 am to put out fresh food in the morning. And until dinner (which is often late), there’s nothing to eat except stale cereal. Honestly, how do they expect her to eat those foul pellets? GAH!
Secondly, the bathrooms do not meet her exacting standards. At first, it was fine, a nice little box, next to the scat bowl the humans use, but then they decided to put her litter tray right up in the scat bowl!* She is highly suspicious of this, but when she decided to make her own scat on the cleaner, slightly less stinky floor, the human female moved the food service into the bathroom! WTF? This has forced her to use the litter tray and she is not happy about it.
Thirdly, the other feline resident constantly chases and harasses her, pouncing on and biting her, in spite of her loud and growly protests. Oh sure, he’s happy to wash her face every now and then, but for the most part he is as annoying as the little humans that are always trying to pick her up and cuddle her. Something else she utterly despises.
She would like to move, but finds the outside world altogether terrifying.
*we are in the process of kitty potty training