And baby makes 4 (...or 4) (...or 2)
A few weeks back, I felt like I was bored of my purse, so I switched to my lightweight summer purse. As I was transferring stuff, I grabbed a ball of yarn I've had for years (even started a sock on it about two years ago) and just never finished anything. I thought just a simple stocking stitch sock would be easy and simple, and would fit the yarn, so it would make for nice purse knitting.
And then the other day while I was out and about, waiting somewhere for something (who knows what at this point) I glanced down and realized the color rut had hit me again, only this time it was far more detailed.
I have been knitting my purse. (It's Lorna's Laces, in a colorway called Daffodil which should clearly be called Mojito instead)
Anyway, possibly in an attempt to get rid of the ruts in my life, it was a busy weekend in the Rose Garden.
A long-time love came home where he belongs
as the amazingly saintly Lisa from Spinners Hill forgave a great many miscommunications and packed the wheel into her already full truck. (I also bought this roving from her, to make a sweater on the wheel...)
(and one hank of this lambswool/alpaca from Brooks Farm, my only purchases of the weekend)
... And most exciting and disruptive to the household, our family grew by just a little tiny bit.
I had decided it was time to start looking for another calico in my life, even though I still miss the first one, and found Feline Rescue Association on Petfinder.com. This little girl was taken from a date with the needle when she was just a few days old (her birthdate is estimated at about March 17, so she's about six weeks now). She was put into a foster home with an amazing young woman who bottle fed her and nursed her back to health (she had an ulcer that may have left her blind in one eye). Foster mom said they'd considered keeping the kitten, but her current dog didn't really like her, and they were really looking for a second dog. Her breed of choice? Pit bull. Sometimes I think God doesn't think I'm very smart, throwing such glaring signals at me. (I've already put her in contact with a few friends who do rescue, so she may have a new family member herself before long).
(one week ago, at 5 weeks of age)
(yesterday, at 6 weeks of age, same toy)
She has not yet officially met any of her big brothers, but I did find out that if you weigh less than two pounds and move into a hovel that's a little off-kilter (physically and cosmic-ly) you can fit under the door. Girlfriend has busted out of her prison by sliding underneath a closed door no fewer than three times, and fortunately I was right there every time Oscar found her. He's tickled pink we have a kitten, but has a tendency to play rough and will need very strong supervision until some of the thrill is gone and he can be calm around her.
A few weeks ago I was having a discussion with Oscar about kitten potentials. I explained to him that some terriers don't like any small animals at all, but I could see that he loves his cats, so I knew he wasn't one of those. I told him that some terriers only like their own cats, and some terriers don't mind any cats at all, and I didn't know which one of those terriers he was. As is typical of Oscar, he wagged at me happily, but didn't really respond further.
A few hours later, I took him out to potty. In an extremely unusual move, he pulled the leash out of my hand and ran across our lot. Before I could catch up with him, I saw him run up onto a neighbor's deck. When I found him, he was sitting there next to their cat. He looked at me, licked the ever lovin' cat, and walked off the deck to come home with me.
Sometimes I think Oscar doesn't think I'm very smart, throwing such glaring signals at me.
So indeed Oscar is a terrier that likes cats, and that means for the first time on the RoseByAny blog, I give you....
This weekend brings the current tally is four spinning wheels (Lendrum upright, Mecchia Norwegian, antique castle, and the new-to-me Norm Hall saxony), four animals (Aslan, Trevor, Oscar and wee Fiona) and two Fiona's (those who remember that the Lendrum is named after the character in Shrek, because she looks like an ogre but spins like a princess, will be tickled to find out that the woman who bottle-fed the kitten named her Fiona because of that same princess - she felt the wee one would need a spunky name to help her overcome her challenges.)
Welcome to our family, Fiona! You're going to be very loved (I may have a lot of flaws, but I am one hell of a pet parent)