2 posts tagged “casper”
Last time I wrote about the happy ending with the OnLine yarn and the mother of the bride who needed to knit just one more pedicure sock. I happily sent my yarn remnant off to Texas, and thought that was the end of the story. Low and behold (who says that anymore?!) Saturday's post brought a package from Texas, with two skeins of Schoeller and Stahl Limbo yarn. It's oh-so-soft and woolly. Now, I'd not knit in DK weight before, mainly because my feet are wide. I've always thought I needed all the ease I could get, and knit only with fingering weight. But this yarn called to me,
and after all, it was a gift. So I did the knitterly thing and scanned all the projects on Ravelry first, just to reassure myself that a pair of socks could be knit from two skeins of this yarn...then I cast on.
I must tell you that this is the plushest, most comforting wool I've worn. And yes, the sock does fit nicely in my Birkenstocks. This will certainly be a fall/winter pair of socks for Louisiana, and I can hardly wait to wear them. Many thanks to Robin S, aka mother of the bride, for the yarn. It wasn't expected, but it certainly is appreciated.
I have another pair of socks done, which I will post in the next two-week period of Summer of Socks. The pattern is called Brigit (unfortunately, the link for the pattern no longer works, so I can't send you there.) They
with Shibuiknits in Jonquil from the Loopy Ewe (www.loopyewe.com), on #1 circulars. I believe these are the most complicated socks I have ever knit, and I am exceedingly proud of them.
But wait! (as the infomercials say). This morning I opened my email to find that I had won the blogversary contest at http://mvwindwalker.blogspot.com/
Happy dance following my finished object dance! I just love anticipating packages in the mail! Pictures will follow upon arrival.
Casper, waiting for his attention on my sewing table. He would like you to notice how handsome he looks beside the lace curtain.
Oh, alright. This is Casper, the third meezer in the "Texas Pride", DH's cat. He is a Flame Point, although perhaps hard to see that aspect in this photo. Flame Points have an orange tinge where meezers are darker, and are white elsewhere. As you can see in my icon, he has beautiful ice-blue eyes. Casper fancies himself to be a paperweight, and extends that duty to sitting on all knitwear that is being blocked or photographed.
As you might expect, Casper is from Texas Siamese
Rescue. We actually went over to Denton, Texas expecting to bring home a Tonkinese male to complete our family. However, he had health issues, and the search was on for the right cat. I felt like one of the Prince's servants, carrying a glass slipper on a pillow from house to house, looking for the perfect fit.
DH and I entered one room where he was immediately greeted by a Russian Blue cat. This was good - I'm the "cat person", and if a cat really likes DH, all the better. Not good...the Russian hated me...he was a man's cat, only. Le sigh. The search continued.
GrandMeowmy (the director of Texas Siamese Rescue) has the patience of a saint. I believe we made the acquaintance of all the cats there. She knew who had to be an "only cat", who was dominant, passive, shy, aggressive. When a cat tried, but didn't work for us, she told it "You did a good job, you showed really well, this just isn't your family." That breaks my heart even today!
GrandMeowmy pulled Casper out from his hiding place under a chair that was draped with a towel. Casper (the friendly ghost) specialized in being there without being seen. He was an agreeable fellow, equally accepting of both DH and me. GrandMeowmy explained that flame points were created by crossing Siamese with Red Tabby, who are known for their marvelous disposition. Most flame points are males. "He's the real thing" she said. All this time Casper was being held by DH, and getting comfy there. It was felt that he would get along with Torie, our "warrior princess" and The Lady Minky. The glass slipper fit: we had found our boy cat.
Casper received less than a royal welcome in Louisiana. After an isolation period behind closed door (with much muttering on both sides) the door was casually left open. Torie spend the next two weeks spitting and hissing at Casper. Casper would look at her over his shoulder, "You have a problem?" and walk on. Over time they have developed roles, territories, and household duties. Torie is in charge, and still bullies Casper a bit, but they seem to enjoy chasing each other.
The ghostly aspect of Casper seems to be a real talent. If you look beyond Casper in the picture you can see we have hardwood floors, white woodwork, and golden beige walls...Casper colors. He can disappear anywhere in this house. We know he is chuckling at us in plain sight, yet we search and search for him.
Tomorrow: "Casper the paw"
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