My Only Christmas Knitting – again

Once again, I had only one knit Christmas gift to give this year. But it was an awesome one.


A few weeks ago, I was with my sister, and I thought I heard her say she liked that new trend of giant oversized knit stuff. Now, I’d had a beer, and I couldn’t remember if she said she liked it, she wanted it, she thought it was ridiculous, or what. All I got out of it was “oh good, I can make that!” As I plugged along, I wondered if I’d mis-heard, or if I made it up altogether in my desire to make one of these things. But I figured what the heck. Either she’ll be happy or very very confused, but it would be fun either way.

Marthas blanket03

It was knit with unspun wool top, split in half. (You could knit it with it just as it comes, but really that’s more art installation than blanket. I tried it.) At 4 st per FOOT it worked up really quickly. I think there were 20 stitches/row. It took about 6 hours on 1.5″ PVC pipes with some really classy duct tape covering the openings.

Scooter on martha's blanket01

Scooter thought it was pretty dope too. My Sister loved it. She draped it over her and walked about. We decided she looked very rich wearing her blanket. I have photos. As she will soon be a wildly expensive lawyer, I will not put those photos up here so she doesn’t then sue me for defamation. But it was a hit.

We also had a bat in the house Christmas morning. Luckily the boys took it outside… then ran…


Merry Christmas!


Sleeping with you Jammies Inside Out

365.11 Getting all cozed up

I feel like a kid again. They’re predicting snow, it’s Tuesday, and for the first time in my 6.5 years of working adulthood, my workplace has acknowledged the snow coming with a late opening and possible closing. I usually have the dread feeling that I’ll be trudging to work, white knuckled and praying that I don’t crash. Today, I have that feeling like when you were 10 and you had done your homework so you didn’t jinx it (yes, I was that kid, not the one who assumed it was a snow day and didn’t do the homework…). At least among my friends, common knowledge was that the night before snow, you sleep with your jammies inside out with a spoon under your pillow. Any idiot knows that’s the best way to assure a snow day.

And so I have high hopes of lounging around all day tomorrow playing cat. Playing cat looks like this. It can also involve ordering pretty yarn and knitting or spinning. And watching old movies, probably.

365.10 I want to be Scooter

I’m pretty sure that if you’re a very good person, you get to come back as a cat, in a nice home. One where there is a giant comfy bed about 20 times bigger than your whole body, where there are nice people who pet you, who tell you how pretty you are, and even maybe make up songs about you. They’d give you treats, and get you catnip, and toys, and pretty much make everyday the best day ever. And your sole job would be to lounge around and look cute and make sure you poop in the right place. That’s about it. Everything else is taken care of. I hope tomorrow is like that.

Super Duper Random Wednesday

a) I’ve been spinning a bunch lately, the result of this is so nice I wants it for myself… but I will be good. It’ll be up in the shop soon.

yarn becoming

2) I am seriously considering getting manicures more regularly.

iii.) It’s the last week of our CSA and we got honey!! WOOT!! I love honey. I admit to sometimes eating it with a spoon.

lastly) Scooter the cat has some unnatural dislike of having her picture taken. The past few times she’s encountered a flash I’ve gotten punished with presents in the morning. This is both really annoying and somewhat funny. I’ve gotten away with this photo with no flash, she didn’t even know what was happening (he he).


P.S.) We bottled out winter beer, called holiday cheer, involving cinnamon sticks, cloves, nutmeg and ginger. Smells delish, I hope it tastes that way, we’ll be unveiling it at Thanksgiving if all goes well. We’ve got a smoked bourbon porter in the fermenter right now… that should be delish.


In other news, the sweater has one and a third sleeves! WOOT!! Hopefully photos this weekend.

Living on the Edge

We have two cats, who are so like us it’s uncanny. Scooter, is a neurotic, skittish, loveable cat. She’s nervous, particular, loves to cuddle, and wants her way. Scooter and I are soul mates, even though she drives us crazy sometimes. But she’s vocal and stands up for herself, gets monster hungry and demands food (starting with little “hello, I’m sure you didn’t notice, but I’m starving” and ending with “I’M STARVING!!!!”), but timid at the same time; so very sweet.


Then there is Ollie. Neither would wouldn’t hurt a fly but Ollie has never exposed a claw in anything besides pure purring happiness, he’s the calmest being I’ve ever met, just a total melty love bug. He is like my husband. They’re dudes, chillin’ and relaxing is where it’s it, no need to stress, things are juuuust fiiiine. We love them to death.

Ollie has weak back legs from a probably blood clot last year. He has a ramp onto the bed, he has a bed, he has scratch pads and the run of the house. There are two places in our apartment they are not allowed. One is the bedroom pillows, because they walk in litter and I don’t care how much they clean that’s just gross. The second is the leather chair. This is because Scooter is not very agile and can get on furniture, but with much claw action due to her considerable “hangdown” belly. There’s nothing wrong with it, but she just can’t be allowed on the chair, and in the name of fairness neither can Ollie. Where do you think they love to sit? The couch, pillows, the bed, the comfy cat bed, any number of other soft lounge spots?

Here is where Ollie was caught when I came home from a walk last weekend. Totally zonked, passed out, konked, totally and happily asleep.