Live from the Knitting Nook

Yours truely has started doing everything knitting related from the wing chair in her bedroom. Since her job has actually started demanding her time during the day (awful, I know), she has resorted to blogging at night with her scented soy candles and Chardonnay. So without further adu, here is your regularly scheduled blog posting.

Tonight I learned the joy of ripping out a complicated stitch pattern. I have been working on the scarf to the right for the past couple days and realized tonight I messed up a row while I was on the phone with that same young man who has somehow succeeded in getting me to chat while knitting. Now I realize why I don't do that.

I've spent the last 35 minutes undoing each stitch all the way down to the row were I forgot to slip a stitch over the previous two, therefore messing up 1.5 inches of the scarf. Sigh. I know that I took up knitting to help with my 'patience' problem, but that was HELL.

Currently, I am intermixing the scarf, my brothers IHS, and the plush legwarmers. The IHS scarf in the in home stretch, and you can see the other scarfs progress above. I've finished the ribbing at the top of the legwarmers as well as the seaming, now I just need to work a ribbon in along the top. Oh yeah, and knit the whole second legwarmer. Here is a photo of the first legwarmer a few nights ago:

I also took it upon myself to organize my stash tonight, and realized that I need to start buying more strategically if I ever plan on actually knitting one of the sweaters in my 'on deck' circle.

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Finally for tonight, an open letter to my cat:

Dear Viva:

I am somewhat convinced that you were raised by dogs. When I picked you up at the SPCA, you had alluded the staff with your shady past, allowing them only to know that you were pregnant and living on the street prior to your booking in their facilities. My suspicions are backed up by the following pieces of evidence:

1. I caught you drinking out of the toliet for the umpteenth time today, despite the fact that you have a bowl of bottled water 2 feet away.
2. You chew on my Takumi needles like they are dog bones, as opposed to chasing yarn like the other kitties do.
3. You practically jump all over strangers the minute they enter my our home.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with these activities, but I would just like to let you know that if there is something you need to tell me, I am still going to love you because you will always be my little puppy kitten.

However, I will leave you with this final thought: Always smile, because you never know when your owner roommate is going to snap a compromising photo of you and post it on her blog.

Sincerely,

The Hand That Feeds You

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If that entire post didn't sincerely freak you out, I'm really not sure what will. Blogging at night may be very dangerous..........