Discontent #1. So, in my spirit of use up yarn, I made a funny little cloche hat with yarn set for that project about 100 years ago when I was learning about yarn weights, etc. and wasn't very good at it. It is gray cotton yarn and I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to make with it--so, a hat it became. I am not including any pictures of this hat because I am not convinced it is any good and the pictures of it certainly aren't. But at least the yarn is out of the bottom of my project bag that sits by the couch where I often knit or crochet.
Which brings me to discontent project #2. I wanted to make a dog sweater for my son's shivery dog Nancy. She has sparse, close fur like a lot of American bulldogs. I mathed out a sweater in her size and had it more than half done, when my dog ate a hole in it. ! This is craziness. She has never eaten any of my projects before. She has never eaten anything she wasn't supposed to before. She is the kind of well behaved dog, that if you left a sandwich on the coffee table overnight, she would not touch it. It is like she was jealous. As if she knew I was make a sweater for another dog and not her. I was so upset, I just abandoned the project until I feel I can look at it again.
Discontent #3. My dog--who never chews up anything--my 15 year old dog who never eats anything not food--pulled my hat made from lovely (I almost typed delicious!!) blue Misti Alpaca wool off of my coat which was hung over a chair, and ate a hole in it. It is now fit for a unicorn.
|The Guilty Party. An old dog looking for ways to get more fiber in her diet-ha!|
|Hat of Christmas Past|
Sooooo, continuing in the spirit of use up yarn, I knitted up an Antler Hat which is not on the Discontent list AT ALL. In fact, I love this hat and have had it on my Want to Make mental list for a long time. I am making another for my husband who wants a sports team colored one (garnet and gold) which was not in the use up yarn pile, but you know--when someone you love makes request...
I was knitting this hat during the annual Poetry Out Loud contest in fact, and unbeknownst to me, my yarn ball slipped away and rolled, rolled, rolled (down hill of course!) several rows of seats in front of me. It was a bit of a scramble getting it back--a little like a multi-person Cat's Cradle yarn tangle during the intermission.
|Each of these wonderful kids recited two poems while my yarn did a runner.|