In spite of feeling ill, going to work and surviving the Meeting That Would Not Die, I did indeed manage to finish Roscalie yesterday.
Hey Joe! Did I beat you? Did I? Huh?
I know. It’s not a contest.
Here it is, in all it’s splendour, complete with buttons, which arrived in the mail on Monday.
It is, of course, too big for me. As some of you may recall me mentioning a while back, I ordered the size medium. The cardigan kit comes with the patterncard for the vest, with an addendum to turn it into the cardigan. The addendum is for one size only — the size you order.
So I was pretty much stuck with knitting the medium. I suppose I could have contacted Virtualyarns and asked if they would send me the adjustments for a smaller size, but I’m lazy.
Looking at the photos of the original designs in In the Hebrides, where Roscalie was first published, I see the cardi looks pretty oversized on the model there. I’m not overly concerned anyhow.
But still, I need to remember: “I am a small, I am a small, I am a small.”
Lucy’s favorite new toys: wadded up paper napkins. She likes to have two in play at all times. When I got home from work yesterday, both of them were placed neatly beside her food dish.
At night Lucy sleeps on my bed. She carries her napkins in, one by one, and places them on the bed before she settles down for the night.
(Note: I do replace the napkins from time to time with new ones!)
I talked to Lucy’s former foster mom, Barbara, last weekend and told her how well Lucy has adjusted to her new home. I do notice a change in her personality in the four weeks since I got her. She’s less needy and desperately affectionate, and seems much more confident and independent, although she never strays far from me when I’m at home.
I mentioned to Barbara that I have the feeling that her former owners weren’t particularly nice to her. First time Lucy jumped on a chair, she looked at me as though she expected me to yell at her. Same with the bed. And other things like that.
Lucy’s former owners gave her up because they let her out and she was attacked by a dog. (I mentioned this before.) Her owners did not want to pay the $200 vet bill to care for her after this. They had a third party bring her in to a shelter and claim that he just found her.
This was the first I had heard that last bit, and for some reason it bothers me even more than the fact of the moron people not wanting to pay for her medical treatment. It bothers me that her owners let her down so badly. She is such a beautiful, loving, sweet, and well-behaved kitty, in spite of all that.
I have apologized to her for the stupidity and unkindness of her previous owners. I’m glad she doesn’t hold it against the human race as a whole and me in particular.
By the way, I started Roscalie on the evening of May 11, about an hour before Lucy came to live with me. It’s her first completed project. She seems proud, doesn’t she?
There are some new photos in the mouse-along gallery — we’re up to four pages. Go see!