Early Sunday Morning...
I really should be heading to bed, but I thought you'd like to see this:
Last night, the Knitter's Knook knitters met up at Jersey Lily's for dinner and drinks to say farewell to our Becky. (She IS ours...and we won't really let her go completely...) She's off to China soon after the first of the month, and we'll see her again, but it won't be the same without the shop...
I didn't see tears. We had a blast, laughed and carried on. But we all knew why we were there. Becky's already spent some time in China and has fascinating stories (and funny ones, too). I know she'll bring us back even more, and perhaps help us see this other culture in a new light...
Saturday was spent cutting and fuztying with bags for the Northern Virginia Shows my Big Sis and a friend of hers are hostessing for me in two weekends. I'm trying to hurry, but we all know that can pose problems. Finally, this evening I said, "I go up with what I can get done, and the rest is fabrics for orders! It does take a bit of stress off the plate.
So I sat down to Saturday Night Live and finished the first of these:
The Knotty Gloves in STR lightweight colorway Mustang Sally. I love them. But this wasn't exactly intuitive. The next one, of course, will be reversed (I bet the photo of that one will be WAY better - as I'm right-handed! Using my left to take this photo wasn't easy!
The Meezer has been underfoot and nearby all day. At one point, she vaulted from the back on my wingchair to the back of it's mate (I was very glad there was no one sitting in it as her bulk almost sent it careening to the floor). In between the two chairs is a stereo system, with a stack of CDs, and a heavy Ott floor lamp which could have created quite a mess had there been a paw's breadth of misstep.
And your point, Mom? Please note that I did not create chaos.
I knew exactly where I was headed and how much power I needed to launch myself and land without a speck of trouble.
She's never been a climber. But then, she's never been a lapcat, either. Suddenly, she's both.
(sigh)
Just living up to my breed standard, Mom
Last night, the Knitter's Knook knitters met up at Jersey Lily's for dinner and drinks to say farewell to our Becky. (She IS ours...and we won't really let her go completely...) She's off to China soon after the first of the month, and we'll see her again, but it won't be the same without the shop...I didn't see tears. We had a blast, laughed and carried on. But we all knew why we were there. Becky's already spent some time in China and has fascinating stories (and funny ones, too). I know she'll bring us back even more, and perhaps help us see this other culture in a new light...
Saturday was spent cutting and fuztying with bags for the Northern Virginia Shows my Big Sis and a friend of hers are hostessing for me in two weekends. I'm trying to hurry, but we all know that can pose problems. Finally, this evening I said, "I go up with what I can get done, and the rest is fabrics for orders! It does take a bit of stress off the plate.
So I sat down to Saturday Night Live and finished the first of these:
The Knotty Gloves in STR lightweight colorway Mustang Sally. I love them. But this wasn't exactly intuitive. The next one, of course, will be reversed (I bet the photo of that one will be WAY better - as I'm right-handed! Using my left to take this photo wasn't easy!
The Meezer has been underfoot and nearby all day. At one point, she vaulted from the back on my wingchair to the back of it's mate (I was very glad there was no one sitting in it as her bulk almost sent it careening to the floor). In between the two chairs is a stereo system, with a stack of CDs, and a heavy Ott floor lamp which could have created quite a mess had there been a paw's breadth of misstep.
And your point, Mom? Please note that I did not create chaos.
I knew exactly where I was headed and how much power I needed to launch myself and land without a speck of trouble.
She's never been a climber. But then, she's never been a lapcat, either. Suddenly, she's both.
(sigh)
Just living up to my breed standard, Mom
posted by Nana Sadie at 12:35 AM
6 Comments:
Our meezers respond so much to life's circumstances. My Minky has been talking up a storm since we got home. It seems to be a running commentary on how we should pay attention to her. Although I knew her voice, she wasn't the most "chatty" of our meezers.
Cats -- they thrive on being unpredictable! I love those gloves, and this one fits you like, well, you know ;)
Your glove is beautiful!! As for the Meezer's airborn antics, our three do that all the time. When Callie was younger, she could launch herself between the loveseat & the back of Tom's recliner (about 6-7 feet) as though gravity was a myth.
My mom and I were talking about the whole leaping thing and the incredible lightness of being a cat. They rarely misjudge how to get where they suddenly decide they wish to go.
Your Mustang Sally glove is beautiful and I, too, had such a great time Friday night!
The Meeze is just too pretty. :)
Hey! I am making those gloves too! I am modifying them a little bit though. I have incredibly small wrists and hands, so the 60 sts to cast on were waaay too much. So I cut it down to 40. I am placing the cable design part on the top of my hand instead of on my wrist. So far so good, but I am just now getting to the thumb gusset. It may not work out and I may have to frog them and do it the way the pattern says, but we'll see. Yours looks great!!
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