Wish List

In the name of trying to work myself into feeling more seasonal, my list.

1. Mail! Postcards, letters, Christmas cards, they're all good.
2. Crinkleballs for the cats.
3. Knitting or crochet thingies. Double-ended crochet hooks, unusual yarn, that sort of thing.
4. Miniature My Little Ponies (yes, yes, I'm secretly six years old. And some of the ponies glow in the dark! See, six.). Wal-Mart has them for much less than Amazon, yikes.
5. Donate to an animal charity or Alzheimer's research. Or spend an afternoon giving a caregiver some respite care if you can.

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Squick and Knit

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Knooked honeycomb-ish placemat
4 mm hook, worsted weight cotton, chain 35, co in back hoops of ch for 35 stitches, k 10 rows. Always slip final stitch in row. k=knit, p=purl, s=slip knitward unless otherwise indicated

row 1: k1, s1, repeat to end
row 2: p1, s1 as if to purl, repeat to end
row 3: same as row 1
row 4: k all
row 5: k2, (s1, k1) until final stitch, s1
row 6: k2 (s1 as it to purl, k1) until final stitch, s1
row 7: same as row five
row 8: k all

repeat pattern until work is fifteen inches long, k 10 rows(~2 inches), co.

Knooking Project

Due to popular demand, ;-p, I'm trying to make a cat blanket. Or something. Knooking it, though it would be a perfectly fine knitting pattern. This one probably won't wind up at the animal shelter, because, somehow, when I picked up yarn to use I chose some that's shades of black, white, and gray, not unlike a certain kitty I'm missing. Goodness knows I can always use another cat blanket.

Edit: I'm dubious about this new collapsing/unfolding cut-text thing. Why change what's not broken?

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Variegated Yarn Tutorial

I have a lot of variegated yarn I didn't choose. It's pretty, but sometimes it seems to look prettier in the hank or on the cone than in a project. I've looked for patterns for it, but, seriously, I don't need six-hundred and ninety yards worth of pink, white, and black potholders.


So, here are some guidelines I've developed for using variegated yarn--yes, even the dread and terrible rainbow yarn. My guidelines do not address making clothing because the 'clothiest' thing I've ever made was a shawl. I tend towards afghans, but hopefully at least some of this information could help with clothing design.

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You become indulgent
As the mystery approaches,
Profligate with noon light and long hours of dusk,
Flashes of scarlet in the trees,
With delicacies and caresses.

You become patient and watchful,
Stay a little longer,
But, still, go at your ease.

You weigh things in strange scales:
Better to go, as a wild thing, as a tame one,
Here among family or there as merely a creature?
Is it your pride? Your over-attachment?
Is there pain? Would lack of pain otuweigh living fear?

Or, in the end, is there merely grass,
Cool and damp in the growing dark,
With flashes of scarlet in the trees?

Ribbed Mitered Square

Cast on one:

1 knit 1, yo, knit 1 in same cast on stitch = 3 stitches
2 k 1, p1, slip 1
3 k to just before center stitch, yo, k center stitch, yo, k to end of row, always slipping final stitch
4 knit 1, purl 1, until end of row, always slipping final stitch knitward

Repeat 3 and 4 until desired size.

Someday, there will be a picture. >.> *misses camera*

... There's something a bit off about a person who decides to see just how far one hank of yarn will go with knitting, isn't there? In a completely unrelated matter, I expect to have a hideous Valentine-colored knitted baby blanket around here in a few days. *cough* I can sell on Etsy, yes?


Diet cat food must taste wonderful: all of my cats prefer it, though only one of them needs it. By 'needs it', I mean if she was a person, Melangel would be morbidly obese. Also, if she was a person, I'd say she was a comfort eater, who is very anxious about Percival (still. *sigh*), so I don't want to cut off the dry food supply entirely: goodness only knows what she'd chew on then. She's not happy about the situation herself: you can tell she's frustrated with not being able to jump like she used to. Hence the 'healthy eating' cat food that Done It, who I can lift easily with one hand, steals. At least Melangel likes it when she can get it before Done It.

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I think I love the internet, just a little.

I'm a creature of darkness: I hear many interesting sounds from outside that I can't identify. Sometimes my father can help since he grew up in this general area and used to hunt. Sometimes he hears "Well, it sounds like a whinnying horse, but, you know, smaller" and just looks at me.

I googled 'night sounds whinny' and came up with this in the first couple links. The very first audio recording is what I've been hearing.

Also, my cats do not approve of my thing-you-must-not-walk-on-lest-two-legger-squeals making sounds like a screech owl.
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I'd just like to take a moment to say that I really hate hornets. I flicked "something" heavy off the back of my leg at the pond, and the son of a bitch chased me all the way well into my yard (something like a fifth of a mile). I have a phobia of bees anyway, so this little escapade really didn't help. I wound up hiding under a blanket I pulled off the clothesline while having a great little panic attack. So much hate.

It can be winter time nao, yes?
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Feline Adventures

There's a hummingbird feeder on my front porch, hanging a few feet from the window. Percival has taken to spending his days in the living room window, watching the road and the dog and especially these birds.

The hummingbirds have taken note of this.

Poor Percival was in the window, daydreaming about squab, when one of the hummingbirds went into full attack display mode at him. Percival was lucky there was a screen between them. He then turned to me and my father, looking utterly shocked, and retreated to the couch, where he could have me between him and any vicious eensy birds.

I'm starting to think Percival is one of those cats. You know, the ones that get called 'Lucky' and wander around with half an ear, one eye, three legs, and a missing tail. See, we have these kitchen chairs. We've had them for many years without a problem. There are slats in their backs, so cats especially enjoy playing through them. Many a game of getchee has been played in those chairs.

Percival got his head stuck between the slats last night. He wiggled loose, but it took him a few very stressful seconds to do it. In the many cats that have passed through this house none have ever gotten their head stuck in the slats. I suppose I should count myself lucky that he didn't escape into the old duct work when he was upstairs.

Roasting Tomatoes, With Fork and Blender

If you Google roasting tomatoes you will find many suggestions, all involving roma tomatoes, which are 'meaty', which is to say, not quite the fluid filled sacks other tomatoes are. This is not to say you can't roast a slicing tomato, it's just that they will look like they should feature predominantly in Freddy vs the Killer Tomatoes from Outer Space when you're done. While they would ooze off any shishkabob, they do just fine chopped up and turned into soup.

As for why you would want to go to the trouble... a roasted tomato tastes like tomato soup, only without the salt. It adds another dimension to soups and sauce with a neglible amount of work (unless, like me, your culinary endeavors somehow involve every pot you own).

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