*beep*
That's right - I'm out of the world of knitting at the moment. My life is currently taken up with unaccompanied baggage allowances, ancestry visas, rabies shots for kitties and my poor long suffering mother helping Felix and I to pack up a flat I've lived on for four years.
Current transmission will resume in a week, but only if internet access is available...
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Moving + cats = disaster
We're trying to pack up everything we own, and the casualties are piling up.
Kunzi decided that the kitty litter tray was just too far away...
What's in the bag? 6 skeins of handspun I purchased from the Handspinners and Weavers Guild during my CIA knitting.
I could weep if it wasn't my own fault. I was planning to put everything over there in a plastic box to be sorted out later, but knowing my luck Kunz would have nested in there instead...
They are awfully cute, though.
Kunzi decided that the kitty litter tray was just too far away...
What's in the bag? 6 skeins of handspun I purchased from the Handspinners and Weavers Guild during my CIA knitting.
I could weep if it wasn't my own fault. I was planning to put everything over there in a plastic box to be sorted out later, but knowing my luck Kunz would have nested in there instead...
They are awfully cute, though.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Finished Objects 2008 - #20, and the Ravelympics!
I finally finished another pair of socks for Felix a while ago, and then promptly forgot of their existence, proving my excellent wifely credentials.
These are plain toe-up socks, in Patonyle (self patterning), yarn held double. The heel is an afterthought heel on 2/3 of the stitches, as dictated by the true goddess, EZ.
Felix loves them - no real surprises there.
In Ravelry news, I joined up the "Ravelympics". Knitting started at the beginning of the Opening ceremony (10pm our time) and finishes at the very end (haven't checked, too scared to!).
Being the massive over-achiever over-attempter that I am, I've signed on to Team Oz (go us!) and I'm using this time to finish up a lot of projects by making them all "WIP Wrestling" projects. Famous last words.
They include:
I have only one thing to say:
Bring on the caffeine!
These are plain toe-up socks, in Patonyle (self patterning), yarn held double. The heel is an afterthought heel on 2/3 of the stitches, as dictated by the true goddess, EZ.
Felix loves them - no real surprises there.
In Ravelry news, I joined up the "Ravelympics". Knitting started at the beginning of the Opening ceremony (10pm our time) and finishes at the very end (haven't checked, too scared to!).
Being the massive over-achiever over-attempter that I am, I've signed on to Team Oz (go us!) and I'm using this time to finish up a lot of projects by making them all "WIP Wrestling" projects. Famous last words.
They include:
- Felix's Gloves
- Belle Epoque
- Felix's Birthday present
- Ruby Red Cover
- Fair Isle Vest
- Cabled Shrug
I have only one thing to say:
Bring on the caffeine!
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Things you can do when you can't knit
- Internet - browse knitting websites, knitting blogs, Twist Collective, Ravelry. Too much sulking because I couldn't knit. Fail.
- Housework - ....... Fail.
- Reading - all of my books have been packed up for Scotland, along with my knitting magazines. Fail.
- DS - steal Felix's DS and spend my time conquering Jewel Masters - Cradle of Rome. Win.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Unfair!
As you should know by know by now, I work at a cattery. It's a great job - my boss really is awesome, the work is minimal (leaving plenty of knitting time) and I have some lovely cats to play with.
Then Friday happened.
Every night, the cats are put back in their cages (huge 2m areas, double storied) and given their wet food, then I go home. One cat, Cookie, didn't want to come back in from the garden and completely lost it. She attacked me, ripping into my right index finger pretty badly. I grabbed hold of her and bolted inside with her to open her cage. That's when it happened.
Cookie bit me. To the bone.
I dropped her and started screaming, which meant that after I cleaned up my hands (the right index finger was dripping blood by now) I had to come back and calm all the cats down, the poor things. I spent the rest of the evening sooking until Felix arrived and we headed out for the evening. Came home, took an antibiotic, went to bed.
I spent yesterday at a secret knitter's gathering as part of the Melbourne Fringe Festival, which I am sworn to secrecy about - if asked I can only state that I am knitting a project for the CIA. I had a great time, hanging out, laughing, maybe some yarnshopping browsing and knitting, even though my fingers were all bandaged up.
My bitten left index finger kept throbbing though, and looked very red, swollen and the bite spot was a hard white spot, so I bribed Felix and headed for my nearest doctor open on a Saturday - the Alfred Hospital. After a really long wait I was examined and told that, yes my finger is infected, yes antibiotics should sort it out, and..... no, I can't keep knitting.
No knitting for at least five days, and I need to sit quietly with my left hand elevated for the rest of today at least. If not, the infection could spread to either my tendons or maybe even my bones (but that option is far less likely). If that happens I'm looking at surgery, and that means no knitting until after we leave.
So I'll be spending today on the couch, trying to stay calm and not cry (it actually burns, darn it!) and praying I can still take part in the Ravelympics this Friday.
Stupid cat...
Then Friday happened.
Every night, the cats are put back in their cages (huge 2m areas, double storied) and given their wet food, then I go home. One cat, Cookie, didn't want to come back in from the garden and completely lost it. She attacked me, ripping into my right index finger pretty badly. I grabbed hold of her and bolted inside with her to open her cage. That's when it happened.
Cookie bit me. To the bone.
I dropped her and started screaming, which meant that after I cleaned up my hands (the right index finger was dripping blood by now) I had to come back and calm all the cats down, the poor things. I spent the rest of the evening sooking until Felix arrived and we headed out for the evening. Came home, took an antibiotic, went to bed.
I spent yesterday at a secret knitter's gathering as part of the Melbourne Fringe Festival, which I am sworn to secrecy about - if asked I can only state that I am knitting a project for the CIA. I had a great time, hanging out, laughing, maybe some yarn
My bitten left index finger kept throbbing though, and looked very red, swollen and the bite spot was a hard white spot, so I bribed Felix and headed for my nearest doctor open on a Saturday - the Alfred Hospital. After a really long wait I was examined and told that, yes my finger is infected, yes antibiotics should sort it out, and..... no, I can't keep knitting.
No knitting for at least five days, and I need to sit quietly with my left hand elevated for the rest of today at least. If not, the infection could spread to either my tendons or maybe even my bones (but that option is far less likely). If that happens I'm looking at surgery, and that means no knitting until after we leave.
So I'll be spending today on the couch, trying to stay calm and not cry (it actually burns, darn it!) and praying I can still take part in the Ravelympics this Friday.
Stupid cat...
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