Well, no. She doesn't hate my knitting. In fact she generally goes about trying to make every single knitted thing -- well -- hers. I make no apology for any cat hair in any photo or in any knitted gift. There's plenty around here to share.
What she doesn't appreciate is the dpn poking her in the behind when she takes over my lap. Which is every time I sit down to knit. Which, as my family will tell you, is a lot.
My family? That would be the Man o' my Dreams. And The Teenager.
And then there is Her Most Serene Highness, The Princess Sugar Mount Poopington Piddlepond, usually referred to as 'Sugar' or, occasionally as 'Stinkle'. She is the ruler of our roost. A 3 -year-old rescuee, adopted from the Lakefield Animal Welfare Society, she was found in a snowbank on one of the coldest nights in February. This translates into absolutely no interest in going outside. Ever. Well. Maybe once in a while. In June. If the sun is shining. And the catnip is in bloom. But, mostly, never.
This is the core cast of characters that you will meet from time to time in this little blog space. Now, all of you knitters out there, looking for something new to read, will likely want to see this:
This would be the February Lady. I have wanted to knit this for a while. And I thought I was going to knit it from my stash, until my friend Tina showed me this stuff:
Manos del Uruguay Maxima. Smitten, I was. And in a moment of weakness, I bought enough for this sweater. And probably a hat. OK, a pair of mittens, too.
What? Everyone has a good friend who owns a yarn shop.
You don't?
Oh, dear.
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