The other day I showed you a sneaky peek of my new design. Here’s more of it, in current form:
Now, the thing is this: I have decided I don’t like it. It’s a F.A.I.L. Dear me, this bad knitting thing doesn’t seem to be going away.
After knitting two test versions, it’s definitely not on the ‘like’ list. I’m working on a variation of this, and I hope to goodness that it works out!
On a positive note, my sister’s Cedar Grain has turned out beautifully. All I need to do is put the button bands on it, and then I can show you! It’s cuddly and squishy and lovely, and I hope she likes it.
Today, I thought I would amuse you with a story about the perils of staying up late and of owning a cat. After a day of very unsatisfactory knitting results (see above!), I decided that I’d turn my hand to a pair of fingerless gloves that I have burbling at the back of my brain. I soon learned that pretty in the picture and mind sometimes does not equal pretty in the knitting. At 3am, I unravelled the whole lot, and went to bed, feeling quite frustrated.
At 3.30am, the henceforth re-christened Stupid Cat decided he’d try his luck with the cat flap. Now, in NZ, we are encouraged to keep the kitty in at night to help protect our native wildlife. As this fellow is an awfully avid hunter, I do my bit. Even though he’s been kept inside at night since he was a kitten, the Stupid Cat does not seem to have got the message into his tiny brain that one Stays Inside At Night. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch (read that really fast). “SHUT UP ROLY!!” 5 minutes of peace. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch. “CAT!!!” Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch!
I wondered if he had forgotten that he has a litter box inside the house. I got out of bed, deposited him in his box (massive hint to Stupid Cat) and went back to bed. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch. I decided that it would be best to ignore him in the hope that he’d eventually get tired of scratching at an unresponsive cat flap, and stop. But no. This went on for half an hour or maybe an hour. Angry tic began to form under eye. I decided that enough was enough, got out of bed and locked him in another room where he could produce no annoying noises.
In the morning, I was very tired. So tired, that I could not knit a stitch all day. It felt like I was massively hung over, even though I hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol.
I also discovered that the Stupid Cat had also proceeded to shred the newly hung wallpaper in the room he was locked in. It was one of those “….” moments. If Stupid Cat was mine, I’d be looking to re-home him right now. Unfortunately, he is my son’s cat.
Today, I still feel a little fragile. I think I also have a virus or ear infection of some kind. I feel nauseous at side-to-side movement or sudden change of altitude.
Perhaps I should just stick to knitting other people’s designs for a while. It seems to be producing happier results.