Duncan's got the best seat in the house for admiring the tree! He's been super-feisty lately, terrorizing his fellow pets and tearing around the house with such vim and vigor that some of us have been caught in the crossfire. I was innocently folding laundry on Sunday when Duncan came tearing through the space between me and the basket; his paw landed on my foot and a claw was extended, striking right between two toes (OUCH! and many expletives deleted) as he launched himself through. He actually drew blood -- like I dripped blood on the floor when I went to get a band-aid! He drew blood on Ali at some point, too, though I don't think there was dripping.
The girls look like they're playing Ring-Around-the-Christmas-Tree, don't they? Katie's wearing my red cowboy hat -- she looks way better in it than me, but here you go. Yeehaw! I got all gussied up this morning -- even tied a bandana around my neck -- for a bathroom mirror pic to keep y'all happy. Y'all happy? I hate having my picture taken and it's absolute torture to take one of myself. I must really love you guys. (Don't burst my bubble, okay?) Added later: Oh, for crying out loud, I didn't mean to post a life-size picture. Really, I didn't.
Proof that wonders never cease: there are knitting pictures today. There we have Shirley Shrugs with not a bad reprsentation of color -- it's a toughie, a gray-ish, sage-y-ish green. I think I've got one repeat to go before starting the first experimental shaping of the shoulder using short rows, though it seems to be measuring up a little short. It's all experimental. I love that in a Christmas gift for Mom, two and a half weeks from deadline and several days behind, don't you?
Man, I love these Log Cabin Socks. I love that yarn, too. Cascade Pastazza -- soft, a little fuzzy. I should be even further but I screwed up yesterday at the change from ribbing to pattern. See how the ribs flow right into the cables? I forgot to move a stitch and I was off by one and didn't realize it 'til I'd already done the second cable. R.i.p.