Vestes Days 10 And 11. Bonus: A Cat Bath

Day 10 of the Vestes: Also note the huge holes in the deck.



I had a rare day of no kiddos. Fortunately it resulted in a decent chunk of knitting. Unfortunately it takes me a good 36 hours before I fully realize the potential that can be had from having no kiddos around.

They were gone 28 hours. I dontated blood. Sat in my quiet house. Played computer games. Took a nap. Pouf. The kids were back. Where did the time go?

I did intend to work out, I really did. But my achiles were having none of it.

Day 11: Look, new boards!



I am at the part of the pattern that says Finishing. Of course, those instructions are about two full magazine columns. You can see I'm working on the pocket linings now.

In other news, I washed the cat.



He spent the night outside and the Businessman said he stank. I have a remedial sense of smell so, rather than assume it was my new deoderant, I gave the kitty a bath.

He's mad at me right now.

The cat, not the Businessman.

A Tribble. And A Cat Story

I had my bedroom window open and while I was making my bed and putting away my laundry...

Oh who am I kidding? I was flopped on my bed reading and finding all sorts of excuses to not go to the gym

...when it gradually dawned on me that the birds were awfully noisy. I looked out my window and saw this:



Can't make it out? How about enlarged (but pixilated):



Of course it couldn't possibly be my indoor, declawed (we got him used and he came that way) cat. He would never defy the rules. I called his name. The beady black head turned, looked at me and:



Literally high-tailed his tooshie back home.

*huff* Boys.

What I Made:

I went shopping.



More about this acquisition tomorrow.

I Wish I Could Go On A Business Trip

The Businessman is halfway through his five day business trip. I miss my freedom my knitting night having someone else handle the weird night noises him.

The other night I woke to the pleasant noises of my cat tormenting a mouse. He played, and played, and played and I finally dozed off. (the Businessman takes care of these things). I woke to the charming sound of his crunching said mouse. Now, 90% of the time, my cat does not eat the heads of his prey (I have never owned a cat that didn't leave something behind). I have looked everywhere and I cannot find any evidence of these shenanigans.

Did he eat it? Did he not? Proving either outcome is a bit more than I can handle right now.

In other news, the bird nest under my deck is on it's second round of hatchlings. I do not envy that mama. Even when her mate is still within a one block radius of the nest and not out of town, living with maid service, free meals, and "working hard" whatever that means.

Ugh, I need caffeine. I hope my Starbucks got their espresso machine fixed. It was broken and I almost cried.

What I Made:

This was a top I knit last summer.



Here is a detail of the bodice.



And the hem.



Leaf tank by Fiona Ellis, Vogue Knitting SP/SU 2008
Brown Sheep Cotton Fleece "Nymph"