Four things

Four gratifying things happened this weekend while The Man was gone.

1. I asked Yarn Bandit kindly to inform me when he needed to go rather than just going inside. He did as I requested. However, after The Man came back, he asked to go outside and then his greed for cookies overcame him and he asked to come in again before he was completely finished, so The Man had to clean up a pile.
2. Much progress was made on the boring parts of the secret project.
3. Yarn Bandit recoiled from my morning breath. Hahahahahaha! Let someone else bear the stench for a while!
4. The Man's red sweater is complete. Photos later when I can get one in natural light.

So the Wahoo Doggy Sweater is now complete.


He's a scholar and a gentleman, eh?



Not really. His new thing is that he wants to sleep under the covers with his muzzle between my boobs. While I appreciate the action, I suppose, I'd rather have a little more space when I'm trying to sleep.

Columbus Day

It's the best day of the year. Excellent weather, and no real reason behind it that I know of. Just a gift from Uncle Sam to me. Today I:

• Slept late (until 7 am!!)
• Had Raisin Bran for breakfast. Yum.
• Bathed the dogs, including ears and toenails.
• Finished the nephew socks.

• Took a siesta.
• Watched The Amazing Race on DVR.
• Sat in the sun and worked on the Wahoo Doggy Sweater.

Tomorrow I go back to the office. It's going to be in the 80s, so I'm glad I was too lazy to put away the summer clothes.

Phobos and Deimos

Secret Projects Phobos and Deimos are complete. This is Phobos, also known as Fred, who has gone to live with Poppy, who should be here any day now.




Have you ever wondered what a dog would look like without ears?:

Hahahahaha! When I said that out loud to The Man, Kirby got startled and left the room.

And here is Deimos, also known as Fred Prime, who is even now en route to The Bean's house. Now that The Bean is here, she is known as Nora.

If I ever get over my bleeping cold, I'll get to visit her. Nora lives at the same house as the original friend of the family Fred. He's about 75-80 pounds, and maybe a little much for sleeping in the crib with a baby, if you're into that sort of thing. So I thought it would be nice to have a smaller version of Fred to cuddle with, especially for Poppy, who doesn't have a real Fred.

Don't you love how the white fiberfill is showing through the black yarn? But Fred is black and so his namesakes are also black.

Very Very Angry

Bunny is not happy with a certain someone because of this. She has had her lunch and checked the mail and clammed down a little, but grrr still. She needs to sit in the sun and listen to Brahms and knit. But what to knit?

There are socks for Nephew Henry and The Man to work on, but they are boring.

There is The Man's red sweater. Again: boring. I have the back and some of the front done. Actually, I did the back twice. Once again, my gauge swatch lied, the rotten stinking jerkwad, so I ended up with a sweater back that, if completed, would fit one and a half The Mans. So I ripped back twenty eight inches of stockinette and started over. I took these photos inside last week with the able contribution of Photographer's Assistant/Spokesmodel Kirby:

Here's another one from last week:

That would be the September sock club sock. We all know that Bunny can't start that until she finishes the July sock club sock. Did you know that Lantern Moon needles are awesome? They are. I like the ebony ones and the rosewood ones. In fact, I was knitting Nephew Henry's socks on a new set of ebony Lantern Moon size one's. I left for work with four needles, and came home with two good needles and the jacked-up one you see next to September. I would recommend to you that Lantern Moon dpns in the smaller sizes are not really toss-em-in-the-bag sort of needles, unless you are happy to drop twenty-five bucks for a new set every freaking time you break one.

Hmmmm. Where was I? Oh, yes. Today I have been taking photos outside. What shall I knit on?

Wahoo doggy sweater? It is now 13 inches long. Kirby is sixteen inches long from collar to the base of his tail. Who thinks I should follow the pattern and knit to eighteen inches before starting the stripey border? Then there is the winter cardi, but that's just several acres of black stockinette stitch, and I've done two balls of yarn on that already this week.

And you can stay inside too, little monster. I am unmoved by your cuteness. I am unimpressed by your pouting.

I could go to work on the May sock club sock, the toe of which you can see perched among today's new arrivals. Nah. I don't feel like being wedded to a pattern today. The new yarn is for two lace projects which, again, requires being wedded to a pattern. Angry Bunny does not need something requiring precision; she needs something soothing and gentle. Not like either of the two secret projects which will not be shown here but which both require counting.

Sorry, sweetheart. You have to stay in too. I just don't have it in me to chase you into the weeds of Lucy's yard next door, and I can tell that's where you want to go.

So what's left?

Ab-Fab is left. Mohair. Ugh. Not today. At least not now.

And so, Wahoo doggy sweater it is! Maybe I can finish the back before The Man gets home.