Feral Knitting

My garden suffered a terrible blow when the exterminators came (long, disgusting story). Our war with the slugs in the lettuce is over before it could become very heated. Sad, sad times. Here’s the lettuce patch in its prime:

I was given scant seconds to harvest it, and of course couldn’t eat it all in time. What a waste. Gah!

However, the strawberries survived! And because of the ridiculously warm spring we are having, they are thriving. Mmmm… tiny, tasty strawberries. I like to eat them very fresh, still warm from the sun (or, warm from their lifeblood, mwhuh huh ha!)

Yummy! I also had a picture of my dog attempting to catch bumblebees off the lupine (always good for entertainment when you don’t have cable) but the formatting was maddening, so perhaps some other time. Trust me, it’s funny. Of course, it will quickly become unfunny when she gets stung and turns out she takes after the other side of the family and has an allergic reaction. But until then, ha! silly dog.

Remember the yarn Melissa gave me to knit up? She suggested I make some mittens, so I obliged:

EXTREME CLOSEUP!

Now, I did get some good feedback on this mitten, but it just wasn’t right. Specifically, this is a very sturdy yarn, and the mitten felt more like an oven mitt than a go-to delight in horrid weather. So I frogged, pulled out the good old Barbara Walker, and whipped up a little bit of beret. The yarn is lovely, Melissa. A serious yarn, with a bit of a furrowed brow, but with wonderful stitch definition and a nice, solid feeling to it. It feels like cotton, which is odd for such a rustic wool. Anyway, here’s the beret: Hey, look, there’s part  of my head! and the ceiling in my house. Anyway, I’m quite happy with it. Keeps the melon very warm as well. Speaking of Melissa, she was featured in Knitty this issue. Here stitch markers (yes, those self same ones you saw in my last post) were discovered by Amy and she decided to feature them in the mag under the cool things category. See, I tell you, that girl has the Midas Touch. She’s pretty amazing.

Hmmm… my eyebrows look kind of bad. Ah well. Who has time to groom when you get interrupted every three minutes. By who, you ask? Don’t mind if I do. He’s going through a “I find my toes tasty” phase. Not so good on the socks, and I’m telling you, it is very difficult to find socks that fit. Between the chewing and the constant kicking, those socks are not going to last.

I can’t believe I made that.

Okay, one more I have to show you. There is a sign on my parent’s street that cracks me up. I made sure to take my camera last time to get a photo. Seriously, this is the best sign ever. I love how universally understandable it is. Okay, you can’t really see it, but the guy who has fallen actually is screaming “aaaaah!”, he has blood gushing out of his head, and his eyes are  to x’s. Ha! love it. Okay, enough silliness. My squire howls for his dinner…