Cat Nap
Mini tapestry number four. This one became a convenient pillow when a kitty and a sunbeam crossed paths.
I played around with textures this time around.
Mini tapestry number four. This one became a convenient pillow when a kitty and a sunbeam crossed paths.
I played around with textures this time around.
I finished this hat a few weeks ago–on election night, in fact. Since this was my first finished Weave-it (Weavette, Wonder Weave) pattern, I'm going to cut myself some slack. Also, I was listening to election results while I sewed it up, so that may help explain why I misjudged the need to stitch the rim of the hat correctly. I was so excited about the election! Plus, stitching all those little squares together is very tiring. As a result, the rim/hem of this hat isn't matched up very well. It's a little bit crooked. Nonetheless, this is a very cool retro hat. It looks good on people who wear cool, retro hairstyles, like a Louise Brooks bob.
It doesn't look very good on me, but that's beside the point. Who cares! I made my first real Weave-it pattern!
These thirteen squares practically flew off my Wonder Weave loom. Good thing I had cats around to point out when I almost missed a row…
..and it's a real good thing the cats were there to keep the squares on the table. Those little squares have a way of flying off the table at the oddest times. But not with these cats on duty.
So, what brought yarn kitty and yarn dog out of the house on a winter day? In the past week we’ve had 30″ of snow, and yet there they were, both staring at something.
Could it be? Could it really be that they spotted Big Bubba, the harbinger of spring?
The kitty peered cautiously through an icicle. The dog bounded, but Bubba was too fast and got away! And least I think he got away.
Okay, enough silliness! What I really wanted to say is knitting bunnies is a good way to trigger spring. Even with all the snow, the sun is shining and the ice is melting the day after a winter storm. So, never again doubt the power of a pink, knitted bunny named Bubba.
But if Bubba can bring about spring, who can complain?
And what does yarn dog think about it all? Can she complain? “Nope,” she told me. “Bubba was delicious!”
(Just kidding.)