If you would like to contibute funds to purchase me a new computer, please feel free. Until then, forgive me for sporadic blogging. The computer doesn't seem to want to admit that it's plugged in (that stupid little light on the plug is lying!) and so work has to come before blogging while I have power. Right now, it claims 83% 82% 81% so I'll try to do a quick update before I lose charge entirely.
On one of the hotter days a few weeks ago, I decided I didn't own enough shorts to run the dog out to potty without scaring the neighbors. I keep telling Oscar that he looks cuter without pants on than I do, but like a loyal dog (who has to pee) he thinks clothing isn't neccessary as long as I take him out. In any event, I had a little less than a yard of this flannel sitting around (I can't begin to remember why) and figured I'd make some little pajama-type shorts.
Pardon the vagueness of the shot - the bunny slippers didn't show up right in any other photo.
I do still knit... some. I have too many cables and stitch patterns swirling around in my mind and clogging things up like a logjam, so I decided to do something a little simple to get my mojo back. I started a toe-up sock on self-striping yarn that I am less and less enamored with the longer I knit it. It's baby pink, baby blue,yellow green chartruese stripes with lavendar and white flecks between. The problem is that whole yellow green chartruese stripe. The rest of it is cute pastel baby colors, and to my eyes the yellow green chartruese is a bit jarring. It's still pastel, it's just an odd shade. So I sped past the pink and blue without trouble, and then was startled by the yellow green chartruese. So startled that each and everytime I knit it, I felt like I had just knit it before, and the pattern was being thrown off. So I'd stop and look, and no, the pattern was fine, I'd just forgotten that I'd knit the pink and blue since the last yellow green chartruese stripe. It was very disconcerting.
It looks like a reasonable baby yellow in the photo, but it's not in real life. There's a tinge of nausea green to it. Trust me.
In any event, I finally got to time to do the heel, and decided to do an afterthought heel for the sake of the striping, but didn't want to worry about leaving enough yarn after the leg, so I decided to knit an inch or so up on the leg, then go insert the heel, then go back to the leg. But my stitch holders were aaaaaaaallllll the way "over there" (or at least, not in my immediate grasp, which is essentially the same thing. So I playedlazy fearless knitter and simply pulled the needles out, did the heel, then picked up all the stitches for the leg again.
So here we are, finished heel, zipping back up the leg, and trying not to be distracted by the pretty yarn Jody and Sarah dyed this weekend.
But no, the yarn is singing a sirensong duet with my sewing machine.... tempting me... tempting me...
eerie color matching, yes?
....tempting....
Oscar needs a box bag! He does really, this isn't just procrastinating on all the work I have to do (and I'm going to keep on saying that until I believe it too!) When we go to the dog park, I wear sweatpants to avoid being bitten by bugs (I'm very tasty) covered in mud and dog spit (I'm also very snuggle inspiring) or sunburnt (I'm sad to say I was NOT wearing a white sock in the sock photo). But most sweatpants don't have pockets, so I had to stick my cell phone, car keys, and the plastic bags for Oscar's... gifts, in my waist band. Which is neither practical nor comfortable.
So I decided to make this little guy, just bigger than my cell phone, and with a snap-on handle to attach it to the handle of Oscar's leash, so that it can go on walks with us without me having to carry it.
And the lining reminds me that I can fit a dog treat or two in there too, if I want.
It's a good little bag to have, now that it's official that my dog is cooler than I am. Oscar got his first phone call Saturday morning - people at the dog park wanting to know if he was coming out to play.
Since his chauffer had too much work to do, we had to wait until Monday, but he thoroughly enjoyed himself then. So much so, this is what happened when we got home.
Poor little depressed puppy.
On one of the hotter days a few weeks ago, I decided I didn't own enough shorts to run the dog out to potty without scaring the neighbors. I keep telling Oscar that he looks cuter without pants on than I do, but like a loyal dog (who has to pee) he thinks clothing isn't neccessary as long as I take him out. In any event, I had a little less than a yard of this flannel sitting around (I can't begin to remember why) and figured I'd make some little pajama-type shorts.
Pardon the vagueness of the shot - the bunny slippers didn't show up right in any other photo.
I do still knit... some. I have too many cables and stitch patterns swirling around in my mind and clogging things up like a logjam, so I decided to do something a little simple to get my mojo back. I started a toe-up sock on self-striping yarn that I am less and less enamored with the longer I knit it. It's baby pink, baby blue,
It looks like a reasonable baby yellow in the photo, but it's not in real life. There's a tinge of nausea green to it. Trust me.
In any event, I finally got to time to do the heel, and decided to do an afterthought heel for the sake of the striping, but didn't want to worry about leaving enough yarn after the leg, so I decided to knit an inch or so up on the leg, then go insert the heel, then go back to the leg. But my stitch holders were aaaaaaaallllll the way "over there" (or at least, not in my immediate grasp, which is essentially the same thing. So I played
So here we are, finished heel, zipping back up the leg, and trying not to be distracted by the pretty yarn Jody and Sarah dyed this weekend.
But no, the yarn is singing a siren
eerie color matching, yes?
....tempting....
Oscar needs a box bag! He does really, this isn't just procrastinating on all the work I have to do (and I'm going to keep on saying that until I believe it too!) When we go to the dog park, I wear sweatpants to avoid being bitten by bugs (I'm very tasty) covered in mud and dog spit (I'm also very snuggle inspiring) or sunburnt (I'm sad to say I was NOT wearing a white sock in the sock photo). But most sweatpants don't have pockets, so I had to stick my cell phone, car keys, and the plastic bags for Oscar's... gifts, in my waist band. Which is neither practical nor comfortable.
So I decided to make this little guy, just bigger than my cell phone, and with a snap-on handle to attach it to the handle of Oscar's leash, so that it can go on walks with us without me having to carry it.
And the lining reminds me that I can fit a dog treat or two in there too, if I want.
It's a good little bag to have, now that it's official that my dog is cooler than I am. Oscar got his first phone call Saturday morning - people at the dog park wanting to know if he was coming out to play.
Since his chauffer had too much work to do, we had to wait until Monday, but he thoroughly enjoyed himself then. So much so, this is what happened when we got home.
Poor little depressed puppy.