Where's Waldo Willy?

Here comes my Toasty Toes update just one day after Amanda posted the recent developments. Well.. better timing next week. Hopefully. It's not much anyway.
First, I was opting for Toasty Toes yarn from Interlacement yarns but couldn't manage to win an ebay auction (Hey you other Toasty Toe-ers. Did YOU outbid me all the time?!)
But I found a worthy replacement and my yarn of choice arrived. I chose some delicious and very soft sock yarn in the heavier weight range with not only merino but also Kid Mohair content:

Kid Mohair/Merino Sock Yarn from Crown Mountain Farms.
Pretty, huh? Now I have to brood over a suitable pattern for this yarn. The variegated colourway and the weight call for plain stockinette, of course. But I am still thinking of a way to spice them up. Like with little seed stitch ribs for example. Any ideas?

And well, the title of the post. It's of course referring to one of the Summer of Amazing Lace challenges. But again, I don't really make/made it into the challenge. So don't look for anything knitted.

[I couldn't resist another mouse over effect]

No, this not a hitherto unclassified Icelandic Koala-look-a-like species. It's poor Willy! Don't ask how he ended up in this tree! But the important thing is that he got rescued after only a couple of minutes miaowing (thanks to prick-eared cat mom who filtered his desperate cries for help through window glass, radio sound and diesel engine noise). He really needed a rest after this adventure. And so did his saviour who could only reach him while standing on his toes on the last rung of the ladder. (Yes, we do have some surprisingly high trees in Iceland.)

And the kids? They had their adventure yesterday. Fishing inside the window to pull Willy out by grabbing his legs, they climbed on the camping table that serves as Willy's stepping stone. Surprisingly, it is not sturdy enough for a couple of children... It flipped over (bended legs = kaputt) and off they ran.
When we got hold of them later, we told them that their behaviour had been a bit over the top lately: breaking a table, let aside the pounding in the flower beds and fishing and pulling through the window. Their rather indicting reply was that one of them got a bloody lip when falling down from OUR table. So!?
I was speechless. Is it just me or would you expect an appology, too? MY parents told me to act responsible for my wrong doings - even though it was a hard lesson to walk over to the neighbours, all quivering and ashamed, to say my appologies and probably hand over some flowers and chocolate. I think I really need children on my own or I will eventually turn into a bitchy kid-hating cat lady v-e-r-y soon. Garçon, a slice of tolerance, please!