How convinient to have a mood-double*.
I am back from my small vacation which was very nice (pictures to come) and relaxing. Therefore no excuse on the stressed-out theme nor any other excuse for not blogging (let aside the blog-reading!). I have no idea what causes my fatigue, it would be very far fetched to claim exhaustion. Since I don't even want to think about - maybe we can agree on calling it laziness?
There are some socks on the needles. Really weird socks.
To the left you see the beginning of a socks knit in Regia bamboo yarn. [note to myself: a) remove the weed bin before photo shoot and b) check picture before uploading] I thought they would make nice summer socks. I chose an arbitrary cable pattern to resemble bamboo, smart eh? Unfortunately, the bamboo yarn knits up (and looks) excactly like cotton yarn, which I don't really like to knit with. At least, when knitting socks (and honestly, do I knit anything else?) it has not enough stretch. It feels nice, though.
The right side shows a Trekking yarn in a very peculiar colour combination (The colour is No. 1673 and untraceable online, therefore no link). It reminds me of mint and strawberry fudge. This would be the moment to remind my secret pals from the Yarn Aboard II and Toasty Toes swap of my colour preferences: no matter what I say/said, I'm up to change my opinion on colour any given day, so don't give a damn ;-)
I love this weird colour combination, although I have no idea what to combine it with when actually wearing the socks.
*In contrast to me, Willy the cat has a good reason for being exhausted. When we came home from our trip, the little one skulked in the hedge beside our house. Outside! A place where a 12 week-old kitten definitely shouldn't be in the middle of the night and nobody is at home. Our catsitter carelessly forgot to close a window and Willy dropped 2,5 m deep to finally find himself in unknown territory. This was only the beginning of the adventure.
Next day, three kids from the neighbourhood curiously 'investigated' our garden and peered into the windows. I thought this behaviour to be quite annoying after a while and shooed them off. Later in the evening they knocked at the door and asked if we own the cute little kitten they had been playing with the day before. Okay - so the kiddos were formally introduced to Willy and 'played' with him for some while. He is cute, he is so well behaved, no claws, no biting just purring - of course they fell in love with him. Resulting in daily visits from then on. Several daily visits! Culminating in knocking on the door 10 a.m. on a Saturday and after ignoring,
Today, they only asked three times, each time arming themselves against my refusal to hand out the kitten with man power: finally six kids between 6 and 8 begged with big eyes to be allowed to 'play' with Willy (what translates to carrying him around like a doll, not the good old chasing-hunting games he would prefer). I'm a devastated cat mom! And probably to all the children in the neighbourhood the ill-tempered cat lady now. Gosh!