Not Knitting

So, where’s all the knitting? What happened to those lovely blue yarns? I swear I’m in a knitting slump right now. My blue yarn really knit up wonderfully. Really, it did…except that despite everything – swatching, adjusting the pattern, etc – the stole I made with it came out so long a giantess could wear it. I actually knitted it almost twice – the first time it was obviously coming out much too short, so I ripped it out and started over. I wish I’d just left well enough alone. I think that maybe this pattern just isn’t for me, and I’ll have to find something else to do with the yarn. Meaning I’ve got to rip it again. I don’t have the heart to do that now, so I’m just going to let it sit for a bit.

I’m also working on a knitted gift, which is the most tediously boring pattern I’ve ever done, on itty bitty size 2 needles. Let’s just put it this way: I started this in October. It’s now April. But I’m refusing to start anything new (buying supplies doesn’t count!) until I’ve finished this. Heaven help me. I can hear the sock yarn I’ve bought calling me – after all, if I’m going to work on tiny needles, I could at least be knitting socks!

Destructo-Boy Strikes Again…

This morning I came down the stairs to a scene that nobody should have to witness before coffee. The carnage was incredible. Polyester fiberfill from one end of the family room to the other…except…all the stuffed toys have already been gutted…so where did it all come from…?

Noooooo! Not the throw pillows! Bad, bad, dogs!

The worst part was, Molly had some tell-tale signs of fluff bits around her mouth, meaning that she took part in the kill – although I’m sure Murphy started it. Well, it’s not that that was the worst part. It was this: I said, “Molly, you’re old enough to know better!”. Oh. My. God. I’m turning into my parents and I don’t even have children yet.