This past weekend…

…I bought three quarts of beautiful, sweet, local strawberries at the farmer’s market.

There’s only one left…

They even smell ripe and sweet!

…because the rest got made into THE MOST AMAZING strawberry streusel pie EVER.

And that pie got itself all ‘et up before any pic could ever be taken.


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…I worked on my newest knitting project, Jared Flood’s Chinook.

I do love me some colorwork.

Three colors of my delicious Malabrigo Finito make for dreamy soft and pretty mitts.

Such a pretty little pattern.

So far, I dig ‘um. But…it is Malabrigo…and Jared Flood…so, really, no surprise there.

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…I realized that someone will turn two years old in a month!

OMG, Simon is two!

Seriously! Two years! Where did they go?!?

I remember Tilly’s baby contest and her birth like it was yesterday. I remember falling in love with the cutest little puff of fluff I’d ever held in the palm of my hand.

Remember when….awwww….

And now he’s two and 15 pounds of grown-up kitty and just as sweet and wonderful as ever.

My handsome boy will be two! Maybe he’ll want some strawberry pie to celebrate….humm…


I got my new camera. I’m trying to love it, but I’m not there yet. My old little camera and I had a very special bond. I’m having trouble letting go.

Despite having photographic capabilities again, I still didn’t take any pics of any of my finished projects, some of which have been around for a month or more.


Instead, I took pictures of Simon and Tilly being ridiculously cute in their new favorite sleepy spot: On top of Princess’s tank, right next to the heat lamp.

These two look so much alike, its not even funny.

Simon got upgraded to an adult cat collar on Saturday; he officially outgrew his kitten collar. And next month we’ll celebrate his neutering. Little boy’s getting so big.

I also braved the general locale of the mall on Saturday, without actually going to the mall. The general locale was enough. I’ve managed to avoid the mall altogether this year. Score.

I have one thing left to pick up, then Xmas gifties are all done. I did some baking on Sunday, and will do some more on Thursday night and Friday, since I don’t have to work.

I’m ready to turn the heel on the second Pointelle sock. My mom’s birthday is a week from today. I think I can finish them in time, since the insteps work so much faster than the leg. Rock on.

This post is pretty lame, I know, but I felt the need to put something up here. This space seems a little neglected lately, and it’s only going to get worse once Annual Busy Time starts up after the first of the year.

Oh, also on Saturday, I got a live catnip plant for Simon and Tilly.

Attacking the ‘nip, hardcore

They’re *BIG* fans.

Warning: Blogger Fail Ahead

My favoritest fave was home for a whole week, and we did a whole lot of groovy things. We ate delicious food, and played with pretty yarns at Stitches East. We visited with friends and went to a really hilarious comedy show at my favorite brew house, City Steam. Allison finished The Purple Cardigan of Forever and, upon promise to frog two remaining projects, officially received my blessing to call her Finish or Frog It endeavor complete. We played with the kittens and hung out with faves and I took time off of work and politics and just had a nice visit.

I, of course, took no photos of any of this. Zip. Zero. Zilch.

Epic blogger fail.

Interspecies snuggling. If only Simon’s mother would follow his shining example of interspecies getting-along-ness.

Yesterday, Allison packed up little Frankie, and the two of them made their way back to West Virginia, officially leaving me with just Matilda and Simon, bringing my great kitten adventure to a close. Tilly spent about a half hour calling out (rather loudly, I might add…) to Frankie and was notably subdued for the rest of the day. I knew this transition would be the toughest yet for her; she and Frank were good pals.

Simon was extra snuggly, too, and the house just felt more…quiet.

Puppy butt-fluff makes an awesome blankey!

It was a little sad, but nice nonetheless. Next week, Tilly gets her spay, officially taking us out of the kitten-making business forever. Very much looking forward to that.

While I didn’t get any pics of any of the fun stuff we did, I did take this shot of my finished Reading Mitts.

Alpaca and silk, all blocked and everything.

I hope my mom likes them!

And, in a renewed effort to make a dent in my now semi-unweildy stash, I started a new project with my merino/silk/firestar Green Racer handspun.

Uber-sparkle, I haz it.

Inspired by Jenni and Emilee’s very pretty versions, the pattern is Multnomah (Rav link). It’s working up ridiculously fast…garter stitch plus feather-and-fan is good for that…and it’s totally mindless. I think I’ll be gifting it eventually, maybe to my brother’s girlfriend for Xmas. It’s in her colors, and a tad too sparkly for me.

Tomorrow is Election Day, a long and busy day for me. Did you know that this year marks the 90th anniversary of the 19th amendment, which officially gave women in the United States the right to vote? I try to keep politickey-ness out of this blog, but in honor of this auspicious occasion, I hope all women, regardless of political affiliation, will get out there and vote tomorrow. Do those courageous women who fought so hard for our rights proud!

Simon says, “Vote for me for president of adorable couch snuggling!”

Everyone’s New Favorite Pastime

There’s a new favorite game that we play in my house. I call it, “Where are those damn cats?!?”

At any given time, I can stand up and declare, “Where are those damn cats?!?” and then a scavenger hunt commences.

Sometimes, I find one on the futon…

I didn’t do it. Swear. Was prolly my spawn.

…and sometimes there’s one in Madori’s dog bed.

Oh, hai.

Sometimes, there’s one watching TV….

We love “500 Days of Summer” in this house.

…and othertimes we spot one sitting at the kitchen table.

Trouble, trouble, trouble…

Sometimes there’s one in my lap…

I love my handsome snuggle boy.

…and sometimes the same one just hangs out with Madori.

Chizzillin’ wit the pooch-ski.

And sometimes, I find a particular one boldly going where the little boys can’t get to her…

Mommy’s new favorite getaway: On top of the 6-foot-tall bookshelf, taking spawn avoidance to new heights.

…but those same little boys don’t really seem to mind…

So warm, so soft, so cozy

…they just spend their time in my bed instead!

Sleepy Frankie

Aren’t the boys getting so big?!?!?

Frankie goes to his forever home in just two weeks! And he’ll get to spend some quality time with his new mommy before they fly home together.

I’m very much looking forward to settling into a two-cat lifestyle that will be made even easier by 1) Simon’s serious puppy-like tendencies and 2) Tilly’s eminent spaying. Tilly’s appointment is set for her surgery on November 10, and it can’t get here soon enough. She’s in heat right now, and holy hell is she tough to deal with! I’m surprised every tomcat in the neighborhood isn’t sitting on my porch in the morning with the way she carries on all night long! Broken sleep is now part of my way of life…

Icky mommy has even tried enticing the boys to “take care of her.” Thankfully, at three months, they’re far too young for those shenanigans.

Most Productive Weekend Ever. Seriously.

Despite having some ridiculous lingering head cold all weekend, this past weekend was the most productive three days I’ve had in a while. For starters, two more kittens left for their wonderful new forever homes, leaving me with just a pair of mini furballs in my 700 square feet.

Simon and Franklin (formerly known as Bailey)

With the departure of their brothers, I let my two little boys loose on the rest of the apartment—a transition that went surprisingly well for all species involved—and set about undertaking a 24-hour room renovation.

By Saturday night, with some help from Jenni, my kitten room had been totally repurposed into a kitten room/guest room/den that I am totally and completely in love with.


I may have missed my calling in life. This was a super fun project, and the tiny little room is totally transformed.

I don’t want to work. I just want to paint interior decor all day.

The icky brown floor got a coat of primer and two coats of bright new gray paint, and all the trim, doors, and door and window frames got a fresh coat of white semi-gloss. We moved in a new little futon, and an old fish tank stand I had plus a $15 Target end table got a new shabby-chic facelift.

Crackle coating does it again!

Those two refinished  pieces are my absolute fave. A couple accent pieces from Bed Bath & Beyond, my beloved sheepskin rug on the floor and a relocated houseplant topped it off.

I’m a sucker for a good paisley.

Eventually, I plant to sew some damask-print pillow covers for some toss pillows on the futon. But I’m totally psyched with how much we got done in such a short period of time. And Tilly totally approves of the makeover.

She spends a lot of time in there…

She spends a lot of time on that futon. I’ve even caught her sleeping on the cat tree. She seems so happy now that the kittens are loose. She runs and plays with them like the kitten she actually is, and she seems so relaxed now.

Lazy Kitty + Sunny Windowsill = Bliss

It all makes me really happy.

Sunday was spent being all politicky. But Monday, I got to hang out with the girls. Kris made yummy beef stew in her crockpot and homemade bread, and we hopped in the car and went to the Cheesecake Factory for coffee and dessert after dinner. It was awesome.

And sometime amidst all that, I finished and blocked my mom’s mitts. And my Rhinebeck sweater. And Mark’s hat. Three WIPs done. Boo-yah.

But today, I’m home sick from work. I guess everything’s a tradeoff.

So, the next couple days will be devoted to getting better because this weekend is freaking RHINEBECK! And I refuse to be sick. We check into the hotel on Friday, then it’s three days of fiber fun. I have five skeins and three knit pieces in the Skein & Garment Competition, and Jenni and I are competing in the Drop Spindle Contest on Saturday. Wish us luck!!

And enjoy this last picture of Frankie.

Awwww, sleepy Frankie…

He likes my bed. A lot. And he blends in with the blanket. Very cute.