Going Forth on the Fourth

The White Dog House - we pass this house as we drive around on the Island. The house first caught our attention because it appears their dog/human ratio corresponds with our cat/human ratio. Last summer, the Crows appeared. They often change position in the yard; their movements are almost dance-like. Mr Catty noticed a few days ago that one Crow was wearing the tophat and was "holding a meeting"; the next day all the Crows were bedecked.

Now if we could just figure out if the White Dogs are singing "God Bless America" or "The Star Spangled Banner"..

Sleep Studies

Last night was my sleep apnea study. I got a little Pattie knitting in as I waited between processes. Here's a keeper: bring a bottle of nail polish remover with you if you plan on running errands after the study. Cause the glue they use to attach the electrodes? Does not come out with shampoo. And pulling it out by hand? Appears like you have dandruff. And that my friends is all kinds of attractive.

The advice is free, use it wisely.



Here's Jack's sleep study. Note the lack of wires or glue.

Day Off

My to-do list for today includes:

1. Washing and hanging out sheets and towels
2. Vacuuming
3. Cleaning the kitchen
4. Sending emails off to friends
5. Making a grocery list
6. Paying bills
7. Ironing

This list is just for today and does not include the next 5 days off . What have I accomplished so far today?

1. Sleeping in
2. Reading my "bedside book"
3. Plucking my eyebrows
4. Making coffee
5. Eating 2 ice cream sandwiches for breakfast
6. Reading my bookmarked knitting blogs

Note: no knitting has been picked up.

Don't tell the Monkeys

My self-control is non-existent. And my hearing is impeccable. I could hear the TSNYN calling to me from its hidden spot in my stash drawer. No no, I must knit the Monkeys. The Monkeys were here first. I'm getting $ for the Monkeys. The Monkeys will get angry. 

So...um..yeah...

This would be the swatch that somehow (I'm not quite sure of the transition point) turned into Sleeve #1. But don't tell the Monkeys, cause the ruckus they would raise would be deafening.

And TSNYN shall from this point forward be known as "Pattie".

Mr Cinco says

Don't even think about touching me with that comb. Seriously. Persians were once lapcats to the kings, but don't let the fluffy sweet exterior fool you. I know where you sleep, I know where your jugular is, and I still have my claws.

Did I mention?

I'm hot and I'm cranky. Hot. Cranky. Did I mention the cranky? Cause I am.

...And the living is easy

Monkey purses are driving me a little batty. Tonight I'm hoping to send 4 on their way to get linings.

TSNYN WILL get swatched this week. I find myself dreaming about new projects: TSNYN, Clapotis, a summery tank, something- anything except the purses.

To fuel those dreams, I'm planning a yarn crawl to http://www.patternworks.com here next week. Call it celebrating my independence from the monkeys.

1 RM, GR8 VU

The Monkeys are being so patient for their new homes. I felt it necessary to encourage them with a tour. Here are a few, checking out the real estate. And here are a few more, picking out the drapes.

Meet the Doodles

Here's a pic of Pip, aka the Amazing Leaping Pip, aka Doodles. The Doods is the one of the Siblings - a little more social than his sisters. Pip's claim to Catty Household fame is that he loves water, more specifically water bowls. We finally had to get a large stoneware crock since all other attempts at keeping a water bowl upright and full were thwarted by the Doods' love of tipping them over to watch the water run across the floor.

It's about time

The last of the Scarf Project - the Farrow Rib in Kidsilk Haze, done on #4 Inox. I hereby solemnly vow I'm done with scarves for the next few months. Unless the perfect scarf yarn/pattern comes along. Which could be any day now.

I'm starting #5 of the Monkey Purses, with the first 4 in various stages of completion (2 being blocked, one getting a lining, the other is done). Those people who have seen the purses are clamoring for their own. Tough patooties. I'll be lucky if I get out of this project with my index fingers intact (and yes, I am using a thimble). Mr Catty and I have been spending the weekend watching the LOTR trilogy; I'm averaging a purse a movie.

This is the pattern I've chosen to base the TSNYN on, except I will be doing a wide rib instead of the garland pattern stitch, pending swatchage.

Now for something completely different

Well, not really. Still working on the Farrow scarf and the Monkeys.

However, I was able to catch rare footage of the elusive Muffy. Muff is one of the Siblings, kittens born here on the farm via a pregnant mom that someone dropped off (Oh, look honey! A farm! They'll take care of the animal we don't want anymore!) Mr Catty and I spent the summer of 2002 making friends with the Siblings in the hopes of finding them a good home. Yeah, they found the home. Ours.

Muff's original name was Miss Priss; she was IT and knew it. But over time, it occurred to me that her ongoing skittishness may have been due in part to the fact it sounded like we were hissing at her each time we called her name. Mr Catty consulted his "Cat Book of Names" and came up with Muffy (note to self - toss out the Cat Book of Names). Alas, the skittishness has not diminished and she remains hidden for a large part of the day, coming out only to be petted by Mr Catty in the morning (while he's tying his shoes - not before or after), eat (which you can see she does quite well), and use the litter box (though she's never been spotted in it).

It's too darn hot

Isabelle thinks so - even though she's sleeping under the desk lamp, next to the hard drive which are both radiating some thermal rays. And boy, is she sleeping - she never budged when I took out the camera or snapped the pics. There's just something so very wrong about 90+ degree weather in Vermit - 20 minutes south of the Canadian border. Canadian border, people! If I wanted to swim through my day with pools of sweat collecting in nooks and crannies on my body, I would have stayed in Maryland or North Carolina. At least, I had AIR CONDITIONING there!

In knitting news - 3 additional Monkey purse bottoms cast on, and about 11" of headway on Farrow Rib. I'm thinking it's time to find a name for TSNYN. Andes (as in Candies?) Klondike? Patty?

The hunt is over

A new purse is a big thing for me. You see, I've been using an Eddie Bauer black microfiber diaper bag for the past 3 years not because I have children, but it was the best tote I could find with lots of pockets and organizational space. It's a workhorse. It's a lifesaver. It's my home away from home. It's causing curvature of the spine. So since Christmas, I've been looking. Online, in stores, accosting women on the street. I felt like Goldilocks testing porridge.

Today I was in a 'big box' store (what we here in Vermit like to call those mammoth national retail chains that are ruining the pristine beauty of our state but where almost everyone in the state can be found shopping on any given day) and there she was. Sure there were pretty pretty pink ones, gorgeous green ones, beautiful blue ones; but I'm a simple girl and gravitated to the black streamlined hobo.

Now I'm purging the old nag workhorse and putting her out to pasture. And purge I must because the new beauty is smaller. So I chant "Simplify simplify simplify" - is it really crucial to keep the Siblings' kitten pictures in my purse? And the dozen gorgeous gel pens in antique colors? And the the cold lozenge from 1999? At the risk of losing "Let's Make a Deal" because I didn't have 3 cent stamps at my immediate disposal, out it all goes.

To reward myself, I bought the cute little tweedy cosmetic case. So I guess a purse can be a reflection of its owner - this one says, "utilitarian on the outside, girly on the inside."

A really big Shew

Cashew says, "Look into my eyes from which my evilness emanates."

What I'm loving right now

1. Leaving work 1 1/2 hours early
2. Mr. Catty doing the dishes and cleaning the litter
3. It's 8:30 at night, and it's still light out
4. It's cool enough to sleep under a quilt
5. The tree frog 'singing' outside my window
6. Planning some day trips for next month

Monkey#2 - off the needles. The Farrow scarf is still a WIP - I think I dropped a stitch somewhere and I'm afraid to go any further until I'm sure. #2 needles and mohair - it seemed like such a good idea at the time.

I've committed myself to finishing the Farrow scarf before I start the shrug. I've buried the lovely pool-y yarn deep in a stash drawer, ignoring the siren call.

Na-na-na, I can't hear you. Nope, nosireebobcattail.

Very Dangerous

Jack the spider stalker, awaiting his next victim.

You see, a few days ago when I was deepcleaning the Catty abode, there was a SOUS (Spider of Unusual Size) under the kitchen sink. Since Mr Catty was not here to protect and defend me from the SOUS's desire to leap from its web to my jugular, I postponed the undersink cleaning. Enter Jack who casually opened the cabinet door, entered the SOUS's lair, and emerged moments later - cobweb draped - with the SOUS in his mouth. Which he proceeded to eat on my newly mopped kitchen floor.

Isn't he dreamy?

My new Handheld

This was my weekend project - prayer beads. The aim of the beads is to keep you focused during prayer. I now understand why so many different cultures (Hinduism/Buddhism/various tribes beliefs worldwide/Catholicism/Judaism) have some form of bead/hand held aid to assist in meditation. The workshop was tons of fun and it was fascinating to see what different beads represent to different people.

The beads on the left are me (amber), Mr Catty (tiger's eye - the color of his eyes), a marbly green brown for our friends, an exotic turquoise embellished bead for our life mission, and an agate fish to keep us focused on who's really important.

The middle strand is Colossians 1:10-12 in bead form.

The strand on the right is my family, starting with the crystal bead at the top for my grandmother, the hexagonal fluorite bead for my immediate family, the red bead for my father (cherry Lifesavers in church), the multifaceted peacock blue bead for my mom, the green beach glass bead is me, the blue unusual bead is one brother, the long skinny wood bead is the other brother, the blue green zircon bead is my sister, and the teardrop shaped peridot bead is for my cat children, past and present.

TSNYN

Here it is! The Shrug Not Yet Named (or Started). Don't you love the cool pool-y turquoise playing off the cocoa brown? Well, I do. And that's all that counts.

Bringin' the Bling

A treat for me - a different type of crafty break from the scarves and purses. A trip to Bead Crazy where I found 4 strings of freshwater pearls, the silver clasp, and a kyanite bed for the dangle. 1 1/2 hours later (who knew it takes so long to string alllllll those little beads?) and it looks like something from the Sundance jewelry catalog? Kinda. In the right light. With one eye closed.

And lookie, a new addition for the sidebar. Gotta love a woman who knows her priorities.