Friday, April 27

What if your pets kept diaries..

I received this in an email and simply had to share it with the world as it's hilarious. Enjoy!

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary

6:00am - At last! I Go Pee! My favorite thing!
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - They're home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

Monday, April 23

Baby Grannies

Hello! to anyone who has found their way over to my blog through the latest issue of 'Knitting' magazine. What a huge shock it was to see my little blog being reviewed! It was such a lovely review too so huge thanks to the author of that article if she is still reading my blog.

Ive been working on my granny square technique and I'm rather proud of myself for whipping these little beauties up:

Ive been making them with Debbie Bliss' Baby Cashmerino because it was the perfect weight for the hook I have and I had several balls as leftovers from baby projects. So this may in itself become a baby project if I ever make enough squares to make a blanket. I'm just enjoying making them at the moment so I'll keep going until the novelty wears off or I run out of yarn, whichever happens first (who am I kidding, I never run out of yarn!)

The article in 'knitting' referred to my love of cats and in particular the photos of my girls (Molly and Izzy) which made me feel bad about poor Scooter. I clearly don't get him featured on the blog enough so here he is on his own. I found it difficult to get a cute pic of him as he isn't the most photogenic cat in the world, bless him. He was our first cat, picked up from a shelter at the age of about 6 months and he is about 6 years old now I think. He is definitely Chris's cat though, every afternoon he sits at the top of the stairs waiting for his 'daddy' to come home but ignores any attention I try to give him. I don't mind though, my girls love me.. sometimes.

Friday, April 13

Little feet, Big feet

Thanks to those who sent well wishes, I'm feeling tons better now that the cold is out of my system. Big waves to my KTE spoiler, thank you for getting in touch!

So I finally got my arse into gear and I can show you the cute lil booties I made for Isabella and was very chuffed to see her modelling them although I didn't have my camera to photograph that. So here they are:

The pattern was in an issue of Simply Knitting although it's actually a Debbie Bliss pattern, I have no idea if it's in one of her books or not. The yarn is Debbie Bliss baby cashmerino and I added the little ribbon just to make them look extra pretty.

Onto the big feet, my feet! I'm cursed with UK size 8 feet which not only makes getting nice shoes a tad difficult it makes sock knitting a bit of a chore. Ive knit two pairs of socks so far and both were gifts for other people so these are for me! all mine!

I'm using socks that rock yarn in the colourway Covelite. So far there is only one sock finished but I have started the second one after undergoing a brief phase of 'Second Sock Syndrome' .

Under the careful tuition of my lovely knitting pals Lucy and Hannah I finally managed to crochet! So I present to you, my first ever successful attempt at a granny square! I was using a slightly smaller hook than I should have been with this yarn but I only own two or three hooks that were left to me by my grandma. I fear some shopping may be in order!

I feel very clumsy when I'm crocheting, the whole process seems very strange right now but when I recall learning to knit for the first time I know I went through exactly the same experience. I still remember sitting knitting in my room as a child and trooping down the stairs every ten minutes with a dropped stitch for my mother to fix. This often resulted in her sliding the whole thing of the needles and re-knitting all the stitches i had done over the past hour in a matter of minutes.

Saturday, April 7


Thats how im feeling.. blergh! I have a stinking cold and it sucks! Ive been meaning to post a pic of the cute little booties I made for Isabella but trivial things like finding the cable for the camera seems like too much hassle when you feel blergh. I had a lovely day on Monday though (right before I caught the lergy) visiting Jen and little Isabella. She is a darling and it was fab to see her wearing the booties.
I didn't get the job I was hoping for though so that left me feeling a tad blue on top of the blergh. Im trying to remain positive though and will continue to paper the streets with my CV in the hope that I discover my dream job.

I will get some pics up and some more interesting content as soon as my brain unpacks the cotton wool its storing in there.
Im off to get another Lemsip.