You see what that is, right? The second Chicken Toes sock, attached to what used to be a skein of my least favorite On-line color ever. It is now yarn barf. I find the irony of spending this much time looking at a color I don't like (I chose it in case I didn't like the pattern...and now that I like the pattern, I'm sort of stuck with the yarn...) to be unforgivably heightened by the fact that I had to go out and buy another skein of it this afternoon because my daughter's (*&%%^ing cat decided that it looked like Disneyland in a single skein.
But this whole sock endeavor has become a test of sorts, of my ability to produce FO's under pressure. I mean, if these things survived Ladybug's first attempts at knitting, they can survive anything.
You see that, don't you? You see her total concentration as she rips the needles out of the live stitches and stabs the helpless fabric into submission with that oh-so-fascinating pointy stick? Seriously, it was a choice between going for the camera or jumping up and down weeping. I like to think I took the route of the good mother as opposed to the shrieking lunatic, but I'm pretty sure the shrieking lunatic will get a bloodcurdling scream out there somewhere, so it's good that I have proof that she only gets let out sometimes.
But anyway, it's only proving my point that the socks are, like, fricking cursed. And I'm going to say it out loud and with witnesses: As the Goddess is listening, I will never again start a project for MYSELF with yarn that I don't FRICKIN ADORE...We all know how She like Her little jokes!
And I'm going to lock up the stuff I am insanely infatuated with, too, like the Cherry Tree Hill and the Kaffe Fasset and this homespun superwash I brought home this afternoon...I mean, I think the next picture speaks for itself, don't you?
Yup, as I told my daughter this morning, with a little garlic and a butter saute, that cat wouldn't be half bad.
AH!! FUCKING CAT!!
ReplyDeleteMy cat did this once. I beat her severely, no joke, and she never did it again. But my cat is smarter than most (not that you'd believe it from the photos).
Have you considered cat loaf? Philly catsteak sammiches? Cat souffle? Cat Wellington? Perhaps a pate of cat with chambord sauce? A squirt gun?
Okay. I confess. I'm reading another food book.
Cats can be made into mittens - just a thought! Love the photos - BTW trying to track your book down in Australia (do you have a distributor here?) If they're as good as your blog I really really want to read them!!
ReplyDeletejust a thought - cats apparently make great mittens!
ReplyDeleteJust a thought - Cats make great mittens, I'm sure!!
ReplyDeleteCats make really good oven mitts, too. Not that I endorse that kind of behavior. I am one of the luckiest women because when my cat did that (is it genetic?) my husband took the tangled mess and untangled it and made it into a useable ball of yarn. I was amazed because I had written the whole thing off. I don't have that kind of patience with things. Need to get the baby some blunt sticks cause it looks like she is a real knitter in training. She's got that stab, stab part down pat.
ReplyDeleteSend me your tied, your snarled, your tangled yarns, yearning to be free. I lift my lamp . . .
ReplyDeleteHonestly, I rather enjoy untangling.
Send 'em on up here.
Ladybug is too adorable! Camera was a good call. You are a goooood mom!!
Dude, you're mad. You've gotta love it. No point otherwise.
ReplyDeleteOh and FUCKING CAT!!!!
That was adorable. Later you'll have blackmail material and someone who will knit for you. Who says motherhood is all work?
ReplyDeletesnigger at cat and daughter. minus the cat, I've had similar (and then partner tried to hide evidence to prevent me being cross. Didn't work)
ReplyDeletebut he is a cute fucking cat right? my cats seem to carry toys around the house and I think this is what they would do if they found yarn to their liking - and then perhaps clean it... how old is the kitten now?
ReplyDeleteMy daughter's cat just ate her roommate's flowers and then barfed the whole mess up on roommates bed. FUCKING CAT! They all do things like that. My husband had a friend in college who actually named his cat Fucker based on its charming personality. What would we do without their purry little selves when they are being sweet though?
ReplyDeleteFinish knitting the socks then dye them black. They deserve to spend the rest of their life as the ultimate Goth accessory.
ReplyDeleteObviously, cat hates the color too. So does Ladybug. They were just trying to spare you endless hours of knauseitting.
Good call on the photography. That picture of Herself knitting Just Like Mummy is too, too precious. It's more than a keeper: it's a framer.