Who Could This Be?

Well, it's an animal, I'll give you that much of a clue.  But what kind of animal?  You can leave guesses in the comments, and maybe there will be a prize or something for anyone who gets it right.

Tuesday Means Little Needles

And, in my case, sort of small projects.  Remember that big bird chart from a bit ago?  (Not a Big Bird chart;  that would be an altogether different thing.)

This little bird makes me happy.

As does this Christmas tree:

Except for that "2."  I've got to redo that "2."

This one I really like.

A (chintz?) cat.  I'm hyper-picky about my stitches covering the fabric, and that went really well here.  The fabric itself is interesting.  It feels rubberized or something.  Not "plain" Aida.

I don't know what I'll do with any of these.  As usual with me, it's more about the process than the product.

More Than Enough

So, you're watching something online, and it breaks for commercial, and next to the little countdown clock is the message "Send to phone."  

Look, I fast forward the commercials as it is.  Why --- WHY --- would I give you an opportunity to show them to me again?

Sum Total

The sum total of my sock knitting is

The yarn is nice, soft, but greener than I expected.  I'm not sure why the grey photographed as purple; I promise the yarn is green, ecru, blue, and grey.

I have finished the cuff ribbing on the second sock.  The knitting goes much faster now that there's some stockinette mixed in.  And turning heels remains one of knitting's great joys.

It's been hot and cold here, both weather-wise and in mood.  The coffee table is cluttered with at least a dozen things, none of which are particularly calling to me at any given moment.  But they're at hand if I do get the energy.

The Shared Experience

When my college roommate knit her first scarf, it was a super-long Dr. Who number, all in garter.  She was so proud;  I was proud of and happy for her.  

Then when we moved on to stockinette, she was dismayed at the rolling edges and said it looked like a sweater for a snake.

I'm thinking of her a lot as I work on the Koigu scarf:

What I Heard

For (probably) longer than I should have, I thought that piece of furniture was a "chester drawers."

I once went bed frame shopping with my mother, who was looking for a sleigh bed.  I kept thinking, "Who would want a slave bed?"

Growing up listening to nightly news reports on Vietnam, I constantly wondered how gorillas held the guns they fought with and why they were mad enough to fight to begin with.

Took Less Time Than I Thought

When you've had a medical "event," you become hypersensitive to any little tingle or twitch.  This afternoon I had to talk myself down from a bit of heartburn.

The ER doctor told me to see a gastroenterologist.  I was afraid finding one would be a chore and entail a long wait, but I've got an appointment on May 8th.  I'm not a fan of getting used to a new doctor, but you have to do what you have to do.