...I think maybe....I must have done something bad....but I don't know what...."
Yep, Brodie's in prison. (And yes, that crate is too small for him. We bought it figuring he'd be a Miniature Pinscher, but he turned out to be, ah, not really very miniature. He has a bigger one, but it's drying from the weekly hose-down.)
Why would I post about my little boy being in prison, here, on my knitting blog?
Here's my Razor progress:
Not bad, eh? But what's that little bit of schmutz on it? And is the picture fuzzy?
No. Razor is.
"Alyson, really!! You should wind your yarn before you knit with it!"
Uh, yeah. I did. And I just joined that ball on THIS ROUND. And while I was sorting things out upstairs for the weekend...
...Brodie was wreaking. See, Brodie hasn't yet figured out that knitting isn't his toy. No matter how many times I yell, no matter how many hours he spends in time-out, he can't get it. And I always think my knitting is secured and safe (this time it was INSIDE my knitting bag.)
Okay, yes, I AM grateful that Operation Hate-On-Mommy didn't end with my Razor off the needles. (I'm also a little stunned, since I found the first bit of yarn at the top of the stairs, and descended down the stairs, through the living room, through the kitchen, and into the dining room before I came to the end of the yarn and, thankfully, my intact Razor, covered in fuzz and dust and a bit of cat hair and yes I'm a terrible housekeeper.)
Salvaged! Lots of snips and tugs and bad words, and I think I may have enough here to finish the project. (Although, hallelujahpraiseJesus, I do have another skein tucked away - no sweat.)
Understand that I HATE wasting yarn. (Obviously not quite as much as I hate being patient, but this was still after about 30 minutes worth of detangling.) I keep the most inane snippets in stash just in case. (In case of what? I dunno.) So this was painful.
Probably not as painful, though, as standing at the bottom of the stairs, ears up, head cocked, wondering why Mommy's so mad and then having this come charging down the stairs toward you:
Pause for a moment: I love any picture where I look like a nut. I may have to make this my new profile photo. And to prove just how much I crack myself up, here's me four seconds after that photo was taken:
In closing, I am ready for my weekend. No animals, no house, no knitting....well, okay, there will be knitting.....just me and Travis in................