For years when I first started knitting, I was very uptight. I checked and double checked gauge , counts, took out rows and rows, and started over a lot.
Then I met a knitter who had knitted for many years. She ENJOYED knitting. It RELAXED her. She followed the pattern or didn’t. She didn’t obsess over every row. I needed in on her secret.
I learned a lot by just watching her. If I mentioned a stitch looked twisted, she just laughed and said ” They are all twisted. You twist them to put them on the needle, twist it through the loop, then twist it on the other needle.” If her project was a little short, she just added a border.
I made it a mission to loosen up. I enjoy knitting so much more. If I don’t like to do a certain stitch, I just change it.
Thank you, Wise One!!
Letta here. This is my first blog.
I am Letta. I am the second oldest of the trio, in which there are four of us. Humans obviously can’t count.
I am not too in to humans. I appreciate the food, but all that cuddling and petting is not for me. I really don’t get their obsession with my nails.
This week Mommy thinks I am wonderful. Friday Scooter was napping in the cage I share with Snowflake. We have a hammock chair that Mommy made us months ago. Somehow Scooter chewed a hole in the corner and got stuck. Her head was lodged and she couldn’t move. So I yelled and Mommy came running and got Scooter out.
Mommy made a big deal over me saving Scooter. I did NOT appreciate all the attention. Did I mention it was nap time? I am still getting extra treats so that is good. Mommy keeps saying how much I love my sisters. I wouldn’t go that far.
Snowflake here, to talk about life.
I am the oldest piggy of the group. No one knows exactly how old I am, but I am around seven. I have been here longer than the other piggies, but not as long as Tango, the rabbit. I am blind and have some neuropathy in my back feet.
Someone in Mommy’s group ask for advice on dealing with a blind piggy. Mommy posted that she doesn’t do much different now than she did before. She told them that she makes me little puzzles to work out for stimulation.
SHE GOT HATE MAIL!
According to the writers, she should do everything for me. I AM BLIND, NOT DEAD !
Anyways, I can do almost everything my siblings do. I still tattle on them, fight with them, and I am still the queen. I keep both my sisters in line. I could snap that little Scout in place if Mommy let me.
So I told Mommy that if anyone gets rude, just spray them. That is what I do.
All pet owners do it. We talk to our pets and even ask questions.
- “Who’s a good girl?”
- ” Do you want a snack?”
- “Which shoes should Mommy wear?” (Don’t shave your legs, and no one will notice your shoes)
- “Do you want a bath?” (Trust me, the answer is NO)
- “Do you want out of the cage?” (No, I love being trapped in here)
- “Are you going to be good if I let you out?” (Define “good”)
- “Where is your sister?” (Not my day to watch her.)
- ” Who made this mess?”
Italic remarks are answers my pets give.
What do you ask your pets? If I get enough comments, I will do a part 2.
This is the start of a new feature that I am trying. If it gets a good start, I will blog about knitting and/or crocheting every Saturday.
I thought the best way to start would be to tell you about my two wip. I am pretty proud that I only have two !
This is my knitting wip. My Stepmother is one of those people who decorate for each holiday. ( I am the type who think vacuuming equals decorating) So I am working on a pair of these hanging towels for her.
This is the start of a blanket for my oldest daughter. I just learned how to make this chevron(sp?) stitch and am really enjoying it. My mind is spinning with new ways to use this pattern. Of course I may change my mind about loving it in 120 rows, lol.
Let me know what you think of this being a feature.
And thank you for sticking with me as I try to find my niche.
This is day nine of the 31 day challenge.
Surprisingly, I do have two tattoos. I got the first one ten years ago at the age of 42. I went through my mid life crisis and my divorce at the same time and getting a tattoo seemed like a great idea. I got a treble sign (my real name is Melody) and my future ( now current) last name. It hurt and I said never again.
When our youngest daughter turned 18, my two daughters decided to get matching tattoos. I still don’t know how I got talked into one too. I do love that the three of us have the cupcakes and I smile when I think of us getting them together.
Do I want another? I say no, but I do know a couple I like. The miscarriage one is really special. I also like the autism puzzle piece . Will I get either? Probably not.
Starting this Saturday, I am trying out a new feature. Stitching Saturday. It will be about knitting and crocheting.
Tuesday will still be Tango Talk.
That little brat, Scout, has been hogging all the Tuesday blogs. He thinks he is so special because he is the baby and only boy. Well I am here to set the record straight.
I am Mommy’s favorite. This is just a fact , and he would be wise to accept it. I am Mommy’s cuddly baby. I would hang out with Mommy all day on the couch. Little brat is not coming when he is called because he gets couch time with Mommy. That is MY spot.
He doesn’t even know how to play ball. We girls play ball with Daddy. Mommy showed him the ball yesterday and Scout attacked it . REALLY? He can’t even play ball!
Anyway, now you see what we have to put up with. I got a Mommy to snuggle.
Note: Tomorrow we are back to the Thirty One Day Challenge. Topic is my tattoos.
I have a confession to make.
I love both crocheting and knitting. I know people from both sides who would have nothing to do with me if they knew this truth.
But come on. Each is so different. For example: knitted socks are the best. Crochet socks just don’t get it for me. I love crochet purses, but knitting ones turn into a tube the minute you drop your keys in. I am sure there are exceptions to both examples.
Here is another scandalous truth : I sometimes use both in the same project. I love to knit animals and dolls , but I often crochet the details ( eyes, noses , and ears.)
So now you know what kind of person I am. Judge me gently.
Scout here. This has been an exciting week. Mommy finally figured out that I don’t like to be picked up because there is nothing under my feet.So I got a transporter. The girls said it is just a tunnel. They are jealous they don’t get beamed from the cage to the couch.
I am doing great with couch time. Mommy told Daddy that maybe next week I can try floor time. Daddy said I am still to wild for that. I climbed on Mommy’s lap (for the first time) ,then up to her chest to give her a kiss. Mommy melted and told Daddy that I can do whatever I want.
And that is how it’s done!!
Interrupting the 31 day challenge, to bring you these insights I have recently received.
Here are five reason why knitters have cats :
- They both love yarn.
- They both enjoy uninterrupted alone time.
- They both enjoy being busy without exerting a lot of physical activity.
- They both enjoy having a project they can lay down, eat , and come back to.
MAIN REASON: Let’s face it, following a pattern, obtaining gauge, keeping a stitch and row count just isn’t challenging enough without a ” helping” cat.
Back to my regular scheduled challenge.