(Wheatfields on left, Infinite Chevron on right)
Alright, because I realize that not everyone can apperciate the beauty of a knitted dishrag I move onto yarn p@rn. Saturday, while I was off Croptoberfesting with my Mom, my Knitpicks yarn came in the mail. Two skeins of Ambrosia (80% Baby Alpaca, 20% Cashmere) in grass and three of Quarry (75% Superfine Alpaca, 20% Peruvian Wool, 5% Nylon) in Ubatuba. This will be the yummiest Cathode ever. Maya agrees.
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Sir Nigel, aka the cat now in detention, discovered the bag that contained the yarn for Baby Tart over the weekend. Apparently, this bag was stiff enough to pass for crunchy and Nigel was all over it. Normally he sticks to chewing on corrugated cardboard and spitting it back out in bits and pieces for a three foot radius. The hubby was so engrossed in computer games there was now way to stop the chewing fest. Unfortunately, the string that connected my work to the ball o' yarn in the bag must have gotten in the way somehow and he chewed through that too. Nigel is not normally my bag chewer, I normally watch out for Maya on that game. (Y'all I don't understand it, but she licks plastic grocery bags. She will lick the color off mylar wrapping paper if your not careful. I think it gets her high-she's an indoor only cat after all.)