Okay, let's see if Blogger lets me post pictures now. A week later.

See? Pretty perky kitty with the correct placement of the tail. Huh. Not that you can tell.



Isn't that a lovely, lovely cable? And lovely yarn? It is, which is why I ruthlessly frogged it after being practically done. There is no way I'd ever wear it, not only would I look like a sack in it but I'd boil to death in it, or could wear it approximately three days a year. Maybe I could make Rogue out of it.




I swear, it took almost as long to frog as it did to knit. Well, maybe not that long, but still. Long.


Not much knitting news, I've been buried in a book or two. Read Last Days of Summer by Steve Kluger - great, great book, despite the fact that it has at least 3 strikes against it - it's from the perspective of a 9 year old Jewish boy, his hero is a 3rd baseman which means it's also about sports (baseball! I knew that.) and it's set in World War I. (Nothing against WWI but The History Channel has burnt me out on it).

And yet? Great book.

Then I picked up Christopher Moore's A Dirty Job (okay, my number came up at the library's hold). There were some completely hysterical parts in it. I particularly liked the bit where he was walking the hellhounds and got into it over one of the dogs names.

No washcloth. Yet. I've got the yarn though! Surprised? I was. I have a much bigger stash than I realized.

Pollack (on Crossing Jordan) (because Marji asked) is the cute reporter that Jordan was dating/shacking up with that is much more suited to her than Woody ever will be. Oh, and the reason I don't watch 24 is because they haven't killed Audrey yet. I could take it for awhile last year because of Kiefer and William Devane, but waaaaaay too much Audrey. Hate Audrey.

Tonight is Without A Trace and last night was Lost and Bones and CSI-NY and I wonder how annoyed I'm going to be by Lost this week. If Sayid's in it, not that annoyed. (I've been taping everything. Migraine has come and gone all week, but (knock on wood) gone all day today.