The Big Bad Wolf Ate My Homework.....

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There I was, merrily knitting along on the bright crimson piece above, with visions of a cute hoodie as the finished product---so that I could call it the "Little Red Riding Hoodie".

And I would knit on this thing at night while watching TV with Blaine. I usually get "into the zone" when I'm knitting while doing something else, and I certainly get into "the zone" at night when we watch TV.

And then one evening, while drinking my favorite Constant Comment tea, a cold dread came over me as I realized my rounds were shorter....and so I finally took a good hard look at the thing....

And I noticed that it didn't have the number of stitches that it was supposed to have!! And I'm not talking 4 or 5 stitches, oh no---I'm talking about barely having enough stitches to make an 8 year old a Little Red Riding Hoodie!

After first giving a hideous scream, which caused the cats to scatter and Blaine to nearly fall off his couch, I fully realized what I'd done. HOW could I have DONE such a stupid thing???? I ask you....HOW???

What happened is that I wanted a bottom edge with "dinner bell" ruffles (which definitely look better in person than in this picture). (I took that picture on the back deck while it was snowing---can you tell?) And then after the dinner bell ruffles I wanted to put some...oh, popcorns all around the bottom edge. And then I further realized that if I was clever, I could do decreases to make the purl stitches between the popcorns gradually meet up with the knit stitches on top of the dinner bells......and have them all morph into K1, P1!

I was so thrilled with how it was turning out that I then put two rows of eyelets inside of purl ridges....and it was looking so RIGHT---I mean I really liked this thing.

Until I discovered that all those decreases in the popcorn area had diminished my stitches to around HALF of what they are supposed to be!! (You can see it in the picture.) Waaaaaahhhh!!!!!

I grabbed the thing and ran for the mirror (with EZ's theory of there being "no mistakes in knitting" ringing in my ears) and held it up to myself to see if I could save it somehow. Like.....maybe....a peplum or something?

But no matter how many hairbrain ideas I threw out, my brain told me that there was no choice....I was going to have to rip all the way back to the rows just above the dinner bell ruffles and start all over. (Because there is NO FRIGGING WAY that I'm gonna rip the damn things---and the decreases don't start till in the middle of the popcorns anyway.)

Sigh....

(Blaine wisely kept silent on the matter).

(And yes, I know that for someone who's been knitting since they were 10 years old this is a pretty lamebrain mistake to make.)

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My Name is Little Baby and I'm a Tunaholic....

One can of tuna fish is too much and 1,000 cans are not enough....

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Leonard & Little Baby's Most Hated Night

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There she lay.....totally unsuspecting.... content in her usual spot, laying on top of her food bowl in the hopes that the Tuna Fairy would pay her a visit...

Blaine came into the kitchen, calling for her, and she perked up, thinking that FOR SURE the Tuna Fairy was going to visit....

But the Tuna Fairy wasn't paying a visit---noooooo--- The Tuna Fairy, aka Blaine, had other plans for her---and he nabbed her. And so then it was too late for her to make a mad dash to freedom. No.... it was too late. And even though he petted her for reassurance, she put on that "mad" face as she was too late in her realization that Blaine wasn't simply going to pet her----no, he was there to perform her weekly brushing, an ordeal which she hates.

And when Leonard saw what was going on, he made a beeline for the basement. He wanted NO PART of this action....

So Blaine set to his task, brushing poor Little Baby.

Blaine brushed and brushed, and Little Baby made a weird yowling noise the whole entire time.

She sounded like he was killing her, even though Blaine is very gentle--- and we think she secretly likes it but just doesn't want to admit it.

And I'm standing there laughing like an idiot at her weird yowling, but Blaine just brushed on and on....

Sometimes Little Baby gets sneaky and tries to break and make a run for it---but Blaine is too smart for her.

Meanwhile, I guess Leonard forgot about what was going on, because I spied him laying on top of the couch, unconcerned, not realizing that his turn was next...

When Blaine was finished with Little Baby, he let her go and she indignantly stalked away. And then.... Blaine sneaked up and caught Leonard!

And Leonard HATES being brushed. He is not liking this one single bit! And he is younger and stronger than Little Baby, so he can squirm harder to get away much better.

And Leonard is not above getting ugly with the whole thing, even barring his teeth and claws one time, as you can see below!

Ah well, another Saturday night brushing the cats. But there's something I know that they DON'T know....

Brushing them is not the only thing that is going to happen to them regularly---because I bought Blaine a "PediPaws". You know--- those gadgets that painlessly files cats' claws? Since we chose not to have the two cats de-clawed, we figure the PediPaws will do the job of filing their front claws down, painlessly, so that they don't do damage when they claw the furniture or rugs. So Blaine's going to open that thing soon and start regularly filing their claws....

Heh, heh, heh, heh......

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