maximum occupancy

One bowl. Two catchen. I see a problem, people. But really, should I even be considering a second bowl?

He’s cute though.

process and product

I wanted to love this. I really did. Sundara silk lace. YUM. Icarus. YUM. Addi lace needles. NICE.

But it didn’t really work out that way.

It took three agonizing slow days of intermittent knitting, picking and squeaking and slorging, each stitch an uneven slip of the needles. Ripping back was unthinkable, and dropping down happened too often for my liking.

Thirty one rows total. That was all. That was it.

And no more.

I wanted this so badly, I looked forward to making this specific shawl with this specific yarn for so long… and really, no. Different needles wouldn’t help, really, because the yarn is so thin and slippery and thin and slippery.

I’ll have to try again. But with some other yarn entirely. I’ll have to readjust my dream, my ideation.

Sometimes what you want isn’t what you need. Or what you want to experience.

And that’s okay. That’s knitting.

happiness is a bowl

Ten days ago, the new floorscreen I have (it wasn’t joined in the middle, which has since been rectified) fell and crashed on gramma and the blue fortress of bowlitude. Gramma was okay, just a small cut that bled everywhere. The bowl, on the other hand, shattered into a million small pieces.

The interim solution didn’t sit so well with poor confused unhappy matisse-choo. He was a very sad kitty for nine days, until yesterday, when a replacement bowl arrived in the mail.

The reason it took so long is because he is a giant kitty, and this particular bowl is 16″ diameter, to give you an idea of how huge he is.

Yeah. No 12″ bowl for this boy.

Last night he slept in it for six hours straight that I know of. Aw. It must be good to be a kitty that only wants dinner at 4 pm and a bowl to sleep in.