Meowing to the Oldies

The cat is really grumpy this morning. She keeps coming in and complaining loudly, then walking out again. What do you want, cat? And then I start substituting meows for words in songs. Honk honk, meow meow! Talking 'bout the bad cats, sad cats!

And now I've got Gor-gon-zola stuck in my head, to the tune of Lola.

Been a rough February. Work's fine, although not very challenging, and I work with someone who hasn't yet discovered that ctrl-S means save, the same way that File > Save does. When I'm getting very nasty & vindictive inside my own head, I start counting the seconds it takes him to move up to the file menu and choose "save". I save about every 7 seconds, and that's not hyperbole. I guess I had it ingrained into me from a young age among more crash-prone computers. I finish a line of text, I hit ctrl-s.

Darkness, rain. The winter usual. I could really really use a week somewhere warm and sunny and away from ctrl-s's.

I have a whole pile of finished knits from months and months ago that I want to put into my Ravelry projects list, and they all need pictures. I don't know where to photograph them. I need to ask the Love Monkey to take pictures of me but me and my zits are feeling particularly un-photogenic right now. Couple weekends ago there was some sunlight & I tried the porch swing.

Ugh. Well, at least it shows the entire shawlette.

The pattern is Textural Healing (Ravelry link) and it was entertaining once I got a gauge I liked - loose, but not too loose. The picot binding caused me a lot of trouble, though: I kept miscounting. I had to safety pin up the entire thing to get it straight.

The close-ups turned out better.

The yarn is, well, the yarn is my own. Big Alice Dyes Foxtrot (50/50 fingering weight silk/superwash merino) in colorway Well Red. It's nearly a solid, but not quite, and that definitely worked the best with this pattern. I started off with something more variegated and wasn't happy with it at all. The silk is really nice at showing off the texture.

I took the shawlette on a field trip to the Chinese Garden. (I know, those Portlanders and all their gardens. This is a nice one, although tiny (1 city block). It's kind of amazing just what they crammed into 1 block.)
'I think red brings out the blush in my cheeks. Both sets of them.'

Hey, at least he doesn't have zits.