I have managed so far to refrain from casting on a new project, instead working on my WIP-busting. My Wedgie scarf, started so long ago and put aside as gift and deadline knitting took over, is now finished! Wove in the ends on the way home from work yesterday.
Finished, but not blocked. Just like the Algonquin. And others. There are six finished projects waiting to be blocked. (Actually, one needs to be reblocked, I didn’t block it aggressively enough the first time.)
Part of the problem is that I do my knitting on the go, very little at home. The meager home time I have is filled with other household-y things. I need to set aside some blocking time and just do it! As soon as I figure out where I’m blocking so that the cat-beast doesn’t pull her favourite trick of pulling out all the pins and curling up in the resulting mess. I need to move some things around so that one of the balconies can be shut off. Although she is adept at opening doors with handles, the cat can’t move sliding doors. Yet. It may drive her crazy to see all those blocking projects through the glass door, but tough.
Why so little sympathy for the little dear? The other night we were at a wonderful wedding – saw people we enjoy being with and don’t see enough, great food (too much of it, actually…), and great joyfulness all-round. When we were leaving, the mother of the bride insisted I take a bunch of flowers, saying they would just be thrown away. Purple flowers…need I say more? So when I got home after midnight, I arranged them all in water before collapsing into bed, tired but happy. Didn’t give it another thought.
Woke up to this:
Now, the cat-beast has never paid any attention to flowers before. What is it about these??? I rearranged them in the bowl, minus the odd torn/crumpled petal. Twice more, as soon as I left the room, the cat “redesigned” the arrangement. Then I divided the flowers into two arrangements, one purple, one all white, and moved them to where it would be hard for her to get to. Or so I thought. She again managed to scatter the flowers, but this time only the white ones. The purple flowers she has left alone for an entire day. So the white blooms probably have a scent that bothers her. Or she’s just being ornery, which is also possible.
Don’t be fooled by the “Who, me?” expression.
It will serve her right to be able to see all the knitted yumminess blocking and not be able to reach it.
And in the meantime I’ve pulled out another languishing WIP and I mean to finish it!! I’m not promising not to cast on anything new, especially since SnB is tomorrow night and there are murmurs of a group KAL. But in the meantime, WIP-busting is afoot.