Thursday, April 7, 2011

I'm So Proud

The other day my husband came home and said, "I saw a woman sitting and knitting socks at the train station today. In self-patterning yarn."

"Cool," I said, nodding.

"I've been around knitting long enough, I guess."

"Hmm?" I said encouragingly, counting stitches.

"Well, I not only recognized what she was doing," he explained, sounding rather surprised at himself. "But I also recognized the sort of yarn she had."

"Were they toe-up or cuff-down?" I asked.

He thought for a moment, then answered confidently. "Toe-up."

He's going to learn to knit in spite of himself, I swear.

Biscuit and Cookie have continued as happy playmates. The other day, they both cuddled up side by side. On my favorite polar fleece jacket. No wonder it looks more like a cat fur jacket most of the time. (Before you ask, I didn't throw it on the floor- it was over the back of a chair when I set it down. How it got on the floor, I couldn't say. But I don't think it was an accident.)
Cookie and Biscuit share my jacket

Which is not to say that all is sunshine and kittens. Biscuit has continued to wander the house meowing in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes he's looking for Cookie (in which case the meowing is followed by a thunder of paws racing around the house, interspersed with mysterious thumps, sounds of things being knocked over, and the occasional yell when someone nips too hard). And sometimes Biscuit just seems to want people to Do Something Interesting. He hasn't quite figured out yet that what he tends to get under these circumstances is a human who scoops him up and banishes him to the sun porch, where he can talk indefinitely without waking us up. But then we've concluded that figuring things out is definitely not Biscuit's strong suit. For example, here he has failed to figure out that there is a mouse on his head.
Biscuit with a toy mouse on his head
What? Why is everyone looking at me?

And in knitting news, I took a break from knitting mittens only to be caught by a hat pattern. It's the Thorpe hat. It's a fast knit and very charming. I cast on one Friday, finished it Saturday, cast on another Saturday, finished that point I wanted to knit one in a different color, but I've got almost no suitable bulky weight besides the red at the moment. So I converted the pattern for worsted weight, of which I have a plenitude, and improvised some colorwork. Thanks to the vicissitudes of employment, I didn't finish the third one until today.

Here they are, in all their FO-ness:
three Thorpe hats

Such delightfully cozy earflaps and cute little braided ties...I may have another one coming on.


  1. Next he'll be knitting!!!!

  2. When he can identify sock direction and self patterning yarns - you're definitely in trouble! Keep an eye on your stash.
    My Rocky is much like Biscuit - I think they just like the sound of their own voice!

  3. You've almost got him trained. And the hats are too cute!

  4. I had the pleasure of meeting your folks yesterday while Kate was dropping off some fabric. I see where you get your crafting gene. Your Mom's quilts are incredible.

  5. Poor Biscuit. So abused.

    ..........SO dumb.........

  6. I love the braided ties on those hats! And the picture of the mouse cat :) But the best bit of all is your husband's observations - nicely done. I think that may be rather like my husband becoming a linguist while I was getting my degree, all through osmosis.