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In Conversation with Michael

Me: *wanders into the bathroom to brush teeth and see that Peake is playing with the drops coming out of the shower*  “Michael, Peake’s still playing with the yarn droplets, and he’s all wet.”

Michael: Yarn Droplets?

Me (confused): Yarn droplets coming out of the shower.

Michael: Yarn Droplets?

Me: Yarn droplets.

Michael: Don’t you mean water droplets?

Me: *Blinks* Oh, yeah.

My brain just completely switched the word for water for yarn.  To be fair, I’m working on a design that has to do with water right now, and is in a waterish color, and I’d spent the last hour knitting and meditating on the intersection of water and land – yarn and water were kinda already twined in my mind.

But I’m kinda glad that it’s Michael who shares my space.  He has 5 years figuring this stuff out.

Back Home from the Holidays

Michael and I staggered in from traveling home on Thursday.  It’s now Sunday, and I finally feel like I’ve recovered from traveling.  While I have much to tell of our adventures while we went home to visit my parents, I thought I would share the sight of what greeted us when we returned home.

Apparently Peake and Watson got bored while we were gone, and we returned to find that they had gotten into one of the boxes where I store my yarn.  Luckily most of the yarn was odds and ends from other projects – so no great loss, but I’m baffled as to how they got in the box – seeing as they had to pull it out of a shelf, take off the top of the box, and then open another box that was inside of it.  *Shakes head* These cats are perhaps smarter than I realized.  Also, I think they have thumbs they are hiding from us.

It was like a scene from a movie will lasers going across the room – the was yarn wrapped around the couch, through and around the Christmas tree, around the dinning room table, through chairs, around the office chairs and the checkered table… let’s just say I’m glad we didn’t have a bigger apartment, as I shudder to think of how much of a mess they could have made in a bigger home.

After contemplating untangling the whole thing, I got out the scissors and cut.  No doubt I could have untangled it all – so long as I wanted to devote the next few days to fixing it.

Luckily, that was the worst of the trouble they got into.  We had the foresight to bring all the houseplants into the bedroom, so they couldn’t knock over any of those, and all the knicknacks were stashed safely away.  There were a few Christmas garlands torn down, a new ornaments that were off the tree, but it was all small fries.

Meanwhile, I’m brainstorming new ways to make sure they don’t get into my boxes of yarn.

Michael, who loves me.

Michael: Is there a reason there is a bag in the scanner?

Me: Yes.

Michael: And that would be?

Me: I needed to scan it.

Michael: Ah, well that would be a good place for it.

Note to Michael: Just don’t ask questions.  It’s easier that way.

This was what I was scanning:

It’s part of a secret project, but I can tell you that it’s because I really love Loopy Yarns, and would make it my home if I was in Chicago.  Seriously.  They take cute sheep to a whole new level.

Feline Friday and Friends!

March 184Oh Hi.  Today I want you to meet a friend of mine.  Her name is Monkey.  She is quite young, and gets into everything.

See, Jen thinks that because this blog is about knitting, she should at least try to have some photos of me with yarn.  But I am very clever.  I don’t let her catch me playing with the yarn.  I only leave it in a spiderweb all over the house.

But apparently that’s not very photogenic.  So here, I give you Monkey.  Monkey is playing with yarn.

2010 October and November 009Are you happy now, Jen?  I will try to get into more yarn so you can take pictures of me.

Feline Friday

March 179
 Oh Hi.  It’s me again.  I have been very mischievous and stolen some of Jen’s yarn.  She was going to make me a toy out of it, but now I’m not so sure.  I have been making pitiful noises at her to try and get her to forgive me, but I’m not sure she is fooled.

You would forgive me, right?

Feline Friday

Oh hi.

I’m a cat.  My name is Zephyr.  I belong to Debbie, Jen’s roomate.

I am cute, so I decided to pop in.

I like stealing yarn.

And playing fetch.  Jen picks up my mouse and throws it across the room and I go get it.  Then I bring it back.  And drop it just out of reach.  And then I paw at her foot.

You should leave comments, because I’m adorable.

I’ll just wait here.  Go ahead.