March 25, 2015
Apparently rescuing a Kit has become a “thing.” This makes me happy. But first, the most important picture of all in this silly Kit saga: an adorable picture from San Diego of Kit the Second and his mom with Kit the Second sporting his new togs and his mom sporting a beautiful smile! I so enjoyed this whole endeavor.
Then, this past weekend, I took Kit the First to a little knitting meet-up at my Local Donut Shop (I was going to use the initials as a take-off on LYS but it came out LDS and, nope—not Mormon. Last time I checked, they have special doors that would zap me on my way in anyway.) and nothing would do but one of the knitters there had to have her own Kit. So meet Kit the Third, otherwise known as Draggie or else Ms. On. Yes, Ms. Drag On.
Draggie ready to cross the threshold into her new home:
Discovering that her new home is a little less warm than a dragon would like:
Making a warm nest out of roving:
Cobbling together an adorable outfit until mom can make some real clothes. (And trust me, Mom can do it all, the dyeing, the spinning, the knitting. Ms. On is a very lucky.) As cute as this is, from certain angles this outfit makes Draggie look like a shoeless psychedelic mummy with a horrendously bad purple comb-over. Or is it just me?
March 16, 2015
Smile for the Camera, Dahling!
I finished the scarf and hat for Kit the Second. Time for a little fashion photography with Kit the First as the model. However, the shoot got off to a shaky start. Not one second before this picture was taken, Kit was sitting up and there were no cats on the microwave.
So producer, director, model's agent and model moved the shoot to a safer location, a wobbly bookcase that I know the cats are afraid of.
First, the complete ensemble:
The scarf avec des fringes:
The jaunty look:
Snoopy fighting the Red Baron:
The winter of 2015, East Coast version:
And, no, I have made no progress in getting myself a life.
March 11, 2015
As much as I am nature- and earth-oriented—always rescuing bugs from inside the house, almost driving off the road every time I see a bald eagle, mesmerized by the smell and feel of loamy, warm summer dirt—I don’t have the energy, willpower or commitment to be a radical earth do-gooder. One thing I do get twitchy about, however, is water. One day I realized how much tap water I was wasting while waiting for it to get hot, how it was both a waste of a precious, limited resource, and a pointless waste of money—also a precious, limited resource. Accordingly, ever since, and at the risk of going all Hetty Green, I’ve heated water in an electric kettle* instead or captured the cold water to use later for cooking, drinking, taking my pills, making coffee... Here is my “water station,” the electric kettle and the pitcher of extra water:
I may have to rethink this whole "extra water in the pitcher" idea, however, because today I was sitting at my dining-room table, looked up, and discovered this:
I have no idea how long this has been going on. He seemed suspiciously comfortable jamming his head in the pitcher and drank quite contentedly and for quite a while. They have two water bowls so what the hell…?! Stupid cat.
*I realize that this, in turn, uses electricity which means I’m still using a resource and wasting money. This is similar to wasting water to rinse something before you put it in recycling. Gack! I can’t think about it too much or I’ll go doolally.
March 10, 2015
Friends and Dragons
Remember how in the last post I called the blog “the gift that keeps on giving” and said I had one example to share? Even during the short time since, more things have popped up!
Keeps on Giving #1—Friends
This is Mary Mitchell Barnett, a long-time blog reader and kind soul who, despite never having met me, supported me greatly both during the Great Relationship Explosion of Ought Eight and the Fun Cancer Times of 2012-2014, even sending me this inspirational reminder during some of my darker times:
Recently, Mary came from Virginia to Seattle to visit a dear friend of hers and invited me to join them for dinner. When we saw each other for the first time, we actually did that high-pitched, Valley Girl shriek that I could never imagine myself doing but it just blorped right out of me. It may possibly have been followed by a second shriek and more hugs but I’m taking the Fifth. (It's important to note that we were already in the chi-chi, cosmopolitan, foodie, "earth to table" restaurant. We shrieked like this in the restaurant.)
(Whenever I meet blog friends for the first time, it always goes exactly the same way. We’ve never met, we’ve never spoken, and yet we immediately launch into familiar, comfortable, upbeat and nonstop conversation as if we’ve been friends for years, and the visit with Mary was no exception. Is it the ongoing effect of Dulaan? Is it the nature of knitters? Is it women? (An absolute “no” to the last because the same thing happened when I met Dr. Mel.) Regardless, I will not look this gift horse in the mouth. It is one of the greatest of the many blessings the blog has bestowed.)
Thank you, Mary, for a lovely visit! Remember, Madrona knitting convention in February of next year! And hello to Denton!
Keeps on Giving #2—Fun Things
A few days ago my sister emailed me this funny photo.
We have quite the fun-house mirror effect here because you, the viewer, are looking at a photo on this blog of a photo of another Kit giving a smooch to a picture of my Kit on this blog. Makes my head spin!
Back story: When a friend of my sister “met” Kit before Cata brought him to San Diego, she felt the urge to rescue her own dragon. Then my sister told her about the blog posting and voilà—fun-house mirror! (Apparently Kit the Second truly needed adopting and TLC since it had an overly snaggly tooth that required needle-and-thread dental work and one leg was sewn on backwards. Quality control at its finest. Poor punkin’.)
If anyone else wants to rescue a dragon, this is where the SPCA houses them. Just sayin'.
Keeps on Giving #3—An Excuse to Knit
This should come as no surprise to anyone—a tiny scarf on the needles for Kit the Second, soon to be followed by a hat. I think this scarf needs a fringe, don't you?
(Vital stats: Six stitches, seed stitch, size 2 needles, yarn Pashmi from The Unique Sheep. Not sure of the colorway but I think it's Daybreak. In real life, the colors are a smidge darker but definitely orange, purple and dark pink.)
February 28, 2015
(You will not believe how I relate this to knitting. It’s a neat trick, if I say so myself. Read on.)
If any picture is worth a thousand words, this one is. So much going on behind the scenes here.
Event 1: On February 6, I hit the big five-five. (Still trying to wrap my head around that because it means I started this blog 12 years ago. Goodness, how things have morphed since April 21, 2003. That being said, I’m elated that the blog is still here, even if it’s limping along. It was and is one of the most important parts of my life. Plus, it truly is the gift that keeps on giving. More on that in a couple of days.)
Event 2: Fast forward a week. Big Sister Cata and her son/my nephew come up from San Diego to celebrate the five-five. (That’s my “little” nephew, Michael, in the picture, 16 years old and 6’ 4” if he’s an inch.)
Event 3: Their second day here, I hauled Cata and Michael down to the Museum of Flight, my favorite sightseeing place. That’s where we are in the picture. And, although you can’t tell, in the picture I’m feeling slightly weepy, wobbly at the knees and breathless because…Concorde. I have an all-consuming passionate and Freudian thing for the Concorde; have had since I was young. (Which, now that I think about it, doesn’t actually make sense since, well, you know…)
Event 4: Unbeknownst to us, we’d gone to the museum on the first day that the Concorde was open to the public. The jet has been here since 2003 (you can bet your sweet bippy I was at the Museum that day) but the day of our visit was the first day visitors could go inside. So that’s a photograph of me 30 seconds before I went into the Concorde (which, I realize, Freudian-wise, is a little backwards but work with me), feeling like a teenage girl going to a Beatles concert back in the day.
And yet, none of this is what this posting is about. (You know how I do—start at A, end up at Z.)
See the green thing peeking out of my hoodie pouch?
That’s my dragon, a birthday gift from Cata. He came in a box announcing that it was a Dragon Rescue Kit so his name quickly became Kit. Here he is fresh out of the box:
The next day, nothing would do but my new adoptee had to come to the Museum with us. I mean, he’s a dragon, he flies, we were going to see other things that flew…it all made perfect sense to me—and Michael and Cata amiably played along with their crazy-ass sister and aunt, with Cata even taking this second picture. (Ignore the sickly smiling-for-the-camera smile.)
(Apparently I was not cut out to for adoption, however, because within 12 hours from when these photos were taken, I lost him. And I didn’t realize it for another 24 hours so the chances of finding him were slim since we had been all over the city and environs. However, I pinned all my hopes on one slim possibility. I remembered that, after the Museum, we had gone out for dinner and I had slipped Kit into the pocket of my sweater. So I retraced our steps and, as I drove up to the spot where we had parked 36 hours before, I saw a forlorn green blob lying in the gravel. He was soaked through but otherwise no worse for the wear.)
And, if they haven't already, here is where things get a little weird because…
Yes, I have been knitting for Kit. And what a hoot it has been, too! I grubbed through my leftover yarn bits until I found the perfect ball of pastel-colored Blue Moon Silkie Socks That Rock and then churned these out in the next hour or so. The scarf—five stitches, the hat—twenty.
Socks are next I think.
And then I REALLY need to get a life.