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Showing posts with label Princess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Princess. Show all posts

Thursday, June 14, 2007

The waiting game

Thanks for the comments, on both the socks and the pets! Princess (the kitty) insists on laying in the middle of the coffee table when I am using it, so she was originally laying right in front of my feet. Purl decided she needed to check out the socks, and in the process put her rather large head on top of the cat, which of course crushed the poor thing. Then Purl decided the cat needed a sniffing, so that's why the cat is running away with a look of sheer panic!

I have started a new pair of socks - the Child's First Socks from Knitting Vintage Socks in jitterbug. I think it's the Jay colorway, but I'm at work right now, so I can't tell for sure. I'm almost through with the cuff. It looks big to me, but I think it's too soon to tell. There might also be pooling, but again, with less then an inch done, it's too soon to tell. I'm just going to have to be patient and wait to see.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Scarf? What scarf?

Nope, still haven't gathered the courage to finish grafting the seaman's scarf. I'm pretty sure that will have to wait until Thursday night stitch and bitch. If I attempt to do it while I'm at home I'll just end up yelling at Purl, or drinking, and neither one accomplishes anything. I have, however made a bit of progress on Something Red. This yarn is determined to not be photographed accurately. Out of 10 photos, this is the best one. I am loving it, though. Sooooo soft.
I finally made it to the doctor. I figured I might as well use the insurance while I have it, right? Turns out I have an ear infection, which explains the never-ending headache.
These have nothing what so ever to do with yarn, but they are cute. My cat looks a little concerned, doesn't she?


Monday, February 12, 2007

Passive Aggressiva

Don't be fooled by this face. She may look sweet and innocent, like she would never dream of hurting yarn, but the second you let the dog drink her water all bets are off. She used to just wait until I left then seek her revenge on the toilet paper, but between her shredding and Purl's love of used Kleenex from the trash can, I wised up. Now the door stays to the bathroom stays shut at all times. So she found another way to let me know she is unhappy.
This poor yarn doesn't stand a chance.