Because some thing are just too good not to share … and this is one of those times!
I bought a new pair of Blue Sky Alpaca’s Dalbergia rosewood DPN needles last week after seeing them at the Shepherd’s Harvest fiber festival. I skipped them when I first saw them, but I kept thinking about them and days later drove the 30 miles to the “local” yarn shop that carries them. I was so happy when I came home with them on Thursday night. Yesterday was the first chance I had to use them so I cast on and started a new pair of socks with a yarn I’ve been itching to begin. Everything was going great, and I was really enjoying my needles. I put the sock down to go downstairs a minute, when my beloved basset hound, Beulah Mae, decided she loved those new needles as much as I did – and promptly destroyed one of my *brand new* needles. I know, “Bad owner! Bad, bad owner.” After I managed to salvage the sock and pick up all the dropped stitches and fix all the runs, well, let’s just say I was not a happy camper and leave it at that.
This morning I woke up and decided to give the company a call. I got a helpful woman on the phone and told her I was calling to throw myself at her mercy and beg for her help. I told her the whole sad tale, and she’s putting a replacement needle in the mail and she isn’t even charging me for it. She laughed and said “Well, we don’t normally do this” but I guess “the dog ate it” pulled some extra weight. In any event, I should have my new needle within 2 days and I’m so happy I can hardly stand it. The needles really *are* that nice and I absolutely LOVE the tips on them. So please, patronize Blue Sky Alpacas for their compassion and kindness if nothing else.
In other knitting news, while I was at the yarn shop last week, I found a pink fingering weight wool that I really liked and I bought 4 skeins totaling about 1300 yards. I was looking forward to making the Forest Canopy shawl, for which I’ve already bought the pattern, but this yarn just “spoke” to me as perfect for my mom. I have started a freebie shawl pattern called Matilda from an English designer. Boy, those lace patterns keep you on your toes, don’t they? Anyway, I’ve got chart 1 done and am ready to start on chart 2, which is the body of the shawl with the pattern repeats. One thing I’ve discovered quickly. The Addi lace circs really do make the work easier. I had started with another circ (Prism?) but got frustrated pretty fast at trying to work those SSK and K2tog right after a YO with the blunt needles. So I ran out and bought the Addis. It is much easier and quicker, for me anyway, with the Addi lace needles. Again, those sharp points and long tapers really assist.
Is anyone planning to participate in events during Worldwide Knit in Public day? It sounds like some of my knitting friends are wanting to get together at the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum so we may have a little knit-in there that afternoon. It would be a lovely place to sit and knit.
Someone turned me on to the companion site, Icanhascheezburger, some time ago. I guess you have to be in the mood for these sites to strike your funny bone – and I’ve been in the mood for a while now. If you are a pet lover, you’ll love to spend some surfing time checking these sites out. They make me smile and laugh.
Here is a good shot of Her Majesty reclining on the sofa one recent afternoon, looking every bit the basset hound she is. Isn’t she just regal?
I woke up this morning and stepped outside with Beulah only to find the most marvelous snow falling – big, sticky snowflakes that clung to everything like buttercream frosting. I thought I would share with you some pictures from our lovely morning.
Scene from our front door.
An eight point buck in the back yard!
Beulah Mae with her gorgeous self posing in front of the fire.
Cletus us obsessed with both the Christmas trees – this is the simple one with only lights and non-breakable ornaments we have upstairs. If it makes it through the season, it will be a miracle, what with Beulah and Cletus both chewing on it every chance they get.
A bit of parting beauty.
Could you guess who, even before you got here? In my defense, I will tell you it was Harald who bought the dress for her last Sunday when he took her to the pet store, but doesn’t she look cute?
However, I can tell you that she was definitely NOT amused by the experience. (Shhh … between you and me I suspect she’s the kind of dog that prefers flannel and boots!)
Already somewhat affectionately known as the Lion of Douglas Avenue, or the mouth that tried to bite every piece of exposed flesh, little Cletus wasted no time exploring his new home and the humans, pets and furniture to be found there. Beulah is beside herself – it’s a toy that runs and plays back! Cleo is naturally and quite understandably pissed off beyond measure. I am trying to recover from the numerous scratches and bites I got last night, and Harald is just worried about how his little girl is going to adapt to the new guy in the house. In other words, everything is perfectly normal for a new kitten’s first day at home.
Now this is the very picture of cuteness, is it not?
Checking out Cleo’s cat grass, another reason for her to be annoyed.
Playin’ on the pillows.
Beulah loves to lick this little kitty and, for the most part, he doesn’t seem to mind, although he did have to clean himself after one of Beulah’s lick-fests last night.
Détente on the living room rug.
Cletus playing on his grandma’s shoulder with the Kleenex.
Here are some pictures you might enjoy of our puppy (we can’t call her “new” anymore, can we?), Beulah Mae. On Sunday afternoon we went for a drive up the North Shore, beyond Grand Marais and past Five Mile Rock to a long beach that is good for walking and agate-hunting.
Beulah and Harald walking on the beach.
Isn’t she growing up into a beautiful dog?
Proof for all those who think I’ve lost weight – clearly it isn’t so! But Beulah loves me just the same.
That’s right, we are! Next Tuesday, in fact. When I took Beulah to the vet yesterday to be checked for a possible ear infection (turns out she has a nasty case of one), there was the most adorable little kitten at the vet with a sign that he was looking for a good home. He was found hiding in the roots of an Sweet Maple tree on a farm and had a bad upper respiratory infection and eye infection. The eye infection was so bad that his third eyelid had adhered to his cornea. An operation fixed that and his eye seems to be healing nicely. When I went over to check the little guy out, he was so playful and even at only 8 weeks you can tell he’s got an absolutely sparkling personality. I called Harald on my cell phone and he agreed to come by after work to check him out. Right now, his name is Simon Jr., because he looks a lot like the other cat, Simon, that has a permanent home at Gehrman Animal Hospital. All the staff have been calling him J.R. We’ll pick a new name, course, and our top two choices so far are Cletus and Tofu, though we are still searching for the perfect name for him. The vet has agreed to hold him until we get back in town next week so we will pick him up on Tuesday and bring him home and have a trial run with Cleo to see if she will accept him. We already took him out of his cage and let him play with Beulah and she was so glad to finally have a cat to play with. He was fearless with her and liked the licks and attention. So keep your fingers crossed that all goes well and we have a new addition to the ever larger brood at Douglas Avenue!
I know I have been terribly tardy about posting pics of our new puppy. She grows up so much each week and she’s now more than twice as big as when we picked her up in June. So all you puppy lovers out there, here are some more Beulah pictures taken recently.
Looking perfectly adorable and nothing but loveable.
She rarely stops moving long enough to get a good shot, but she must have been tired when this picture was taken!
Beulah trying to figure out whether going down the steps is as much of an option as going up the steps, and Cleo sitting a few steps above her – because she likes to tease Beulah into chasing her around the house, especially if Beulah isn’t paying any attention to her.