My current work in progress:

Seaforth designed by Alice Starmore, knit in British Breeds 5-ply Guernsey Wool on US 3 needles.



Yup. Yucky weather for the holiday weekend. It did stop raining on Monday, so I went out and did a bit of shopping.

But I came home and did this.


Knitted on Roscalie with Lucy in my lap. She did move down beside me eventually, and had a good sleep.



Wynn asked in yesterday’s comments:

When you move on to a new sweater, we stop talking about the finished ones. Of the ones you’ve made recently (Oregon, Hank VIII, St. Moritz), which have you worn the most? Are you pleased with them? Would you do anything differently if you were to do them again?

Okay, of the three sweaters mentioned I’ve worn Oregon and St. Moritz one time each. Because it’s been too warm to really wear them. I wore Oregon one day at the beginning of March, and St. Moritz out to dinner weekend before last because it was cold.

What would I do different? I would have made the extra-small rather than the small St. Moritz. But I’m not too concerned about it — as I said, I like oversized sweaters.

Roi asked if I do anythintg special to keep Lucy looking beautiful. Not really — I just brush her every day. She has lovely soft fur and she looks wonderful right after a good brushing!


  1. I really like the richness of the new Hebridean colors! Roscalie is glowing! Lucy must think you’re knitting her lots of warm blankets!

  2. She is one beautiful cat.

  3. Barbara says:

    Lucy looks so cozy tucked under Roscalie. Two beauties!

  4. I love the MouseAlong Gallery photos! What a great way to start the day. ๐Ÿ™‚ I have been negligent about getting photos of my finished mice to you. The first one was happily received and mussed up by The Suzie. The second one is destined for a shelter or rescue and the third is going to be sent to my best friend’s kitties in CO. And that’s just for starters. I’m having much fun making them! ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. I’m glad someone got to knit this weekend! (Actually, I did get to do a little bit, just never as much as I’d like.) I love the Mouse Along Gallery – I’m so proud to see my cats “published”! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Their mousie is now completely felted, and has a very small hole. There’s still catnip inside it, but we are keeping the vacuum cleaner handy. The worst part, though, is the drug-related violence — the boys really fight each other for the toy!

  6. You are amazing. I’ve got a few 100,000 stitches to go before I can begin anything like that. Its not that I’m afraid, its just that I’ve not learned the things required. We all have our pace, we all have our space and we all have our time to get things done in.
    Will see if I can do the Mouse this week.

  7. {trying to wake us all up..anybody else sleep all day yesterday? :)}

    Here goes:

    Hey Wendy, doesn’t your new pay period start this week? Now you gan go and get Lucy’s eyes fixed and her tail strai…

    “AAAAIIYEEEEEEE!” Whoosh! crash! whip,whip,whip!

    Geane runs for cover as Wendy’s 38″ monitor comes flying at her; newly sharpened pencils; razor-sharp metal ruler; candy red slimline stapler barely misses her head…

    hee hee, I’m soooo bad today ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. Geane, I am going to slap you. Hard. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  9. troiscoquettes says:

    Hey, the tail and eyes are part of that siamese-range cat charm. They’re also incredibly smart, which is an asset or a detriment, depending on whether they choose to use their smarts for good or evil… We had a siamese/rag mix when I was growing up, he was the source of a tremendous amount of amusement as we played ‘guess what the cat thinks?’ for stuff like crawling into a suitcase when we were going out-of-town… the best one was when he was still a kitten and we didn’t think he had access to *the forbidden living room.* One day, I came home from school and was really struck by how dark he and his points had gotten (they get darker as they get older). My mom came home and thought the same thing. Funny how we never noticed how fast Pete was growing up. Then we learned the truth: he had gained access to the forbidden living room and had spent the afternoon rolling around in the fireplace (the sooty pawprints on the white rug were a dead give-a-way).

    And he really knew how to diffuse a situation — imagine a parent yelling at a teen: “Oh, for Pete’s sake!!!” or “How many times do I have to rePETE myself?!” only to have the cat come rolling in with a skid-stop worthy of Wile-E-Coyote…

    Sorry, really running on here… BTW, in Pete’s defense, those were his worst habits (except for diggging a hole in the drywall in one of the closets so he could get to the crawlspace and exit to the great outdoors — that wouldn’t have been a problem, except that he also invited a few friends in for a romp)… I have quite a fond spot for Ol’ Pete…