It was only in the 80s today. Inspired by the cool temperatures, I decided to break out the loom and knit a scarf. It happened in small steps. I got the loom. I got the yarn. I removed the foot of peach scarf that I started, oh, 15 years ago.
There were no cats to be seen.
Finally, I started to knit.
As I wove the first row onto the nails, Obi appeared. He watched. He snuggled. He chewed on yarn as it came free from the roll.
He left as I tried to take his picture.
Oliver arrived. He allowed me to drape completed scarf over him as I worked because he wanted my lap. He also chewed on the yarn on its way to the loom.
He left as I picked up the camera.
My thumb nail hurts. As a kid, I used this loom all day and never had an issue. I think it make be time to grow up and buy a hook. I put the yarn and loom in a big bag for the night and tied it shut.
Why? Because I’m not an idiot.
Both cats have been by to try to get some yarn. They’ve worked at the bag for several minutes each before giving up on the knot. And they’ve fixed me with a glare.
Stupid Girl and her stupid thumbs.
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My day was the opposite of yours — I spent much of my day trying to un-knit a mat in Seffie’s fur.
Ah yes. We need to unknit Obi as well.