Those Darn Cats.

I have six cats. Prior to having the last two, I could generally leave knitting around and no one cared. I suspect this is because I had an alarming amount of stuff sitting around the house, and they sort of didn't care. Forest for the trees kind of thing.

But since we got Kitty and Scout, both wee things of six months, I can't leave a goddamned thing out. The Sock That Would Not Die? I mistakenly left it out on the couch when I went to bed, and woke up to find ALL of the ends of ALL of the needles chewed to hell. Now, usually, they just carry the project around, unwind the ball of yarn, and then sit on it. Nope. This time, one, or more because I think they gang up, of them destroyed brand new wooden DPNs.

So, I looked for sandpaper, couldn't find it, and then put the project away on top of the microwave. I didn't want to deal with it right then.

I got up this morning, and my mom had sanded the needles for me! Which is good because I'm bad at real life things like sanding, cutting, nailing. Except, in the process, she also dropped ... well, a lot of stitches off the end of one needle. And I fixed it. But now it looks like crap. So, I have to ladder them down again and try and pick them up, again, in an orderly fashion.

This sock? Does not want to get made.

The Cuff That Would Not Die.

Four inches of 2x2 ribbed cuff, the pattern urges me.

Why? WHY?! Who needs four inches of ribbing to keep their socks up? I am about an inch away from it, and I've hit the void.



The real rub is that the whole sock is ribbed. The rest of the leg, the foot, everything. Granted, it's a different rib, but I feel like I'm going insane. This is the project that counterbalances the lace wrap?

This was a bad choice.

It's some Koigu KPM, in case you were wondering. I can't EVER find it here in Ontario, ironically. My precious six skeins were bought in New Jersey and New York, oddly enough. I have some variegated blue and white too, that was also destined to be a four inch cuff sock of a different pattern, until all of the needles got knocked off in my purse. I was so distraught about the loss of rows, I put it aside and didn't even look at the thing for months. It's back in a ball now, waiting for something special to come along.

I've also been bad. I spent at least two hours last night looking at yarn I wanted to buy. Mostly stuff from Earth Faire, but also the Shetland Jumper weight over atSchoolhouse Press because I have the pattern for the Baby Surprise Jacket and nothing nice to make it with. And I only need four balls! And it's cheap!

And no, because the yarn being cheap isn't the point of this yarn fast. The point is, I don't need four more balls of yarn, and I'm sure if I look in the scary stash corner of the basement, I can find something to use.

That, is the point.