Last summer I was a test-knitter for Thea’s Collins sweater (that’s Thea of Babycocktails). I was a bad test-knitter. A bad one.
I had most of it knit—fronts, back, sleeves. Then the weather got hot; I went limp; I couldn’t bear to pick up the alpaca I was knitting it in. I needed to seam it before I could work the collar—and if there’s one thing I dislike almost as much as a heat wave, it’s seaming.
Long story short: the sweater is finally finished (about ten months late), and I’m happy with the final product. Thea’s design is great. The cables give it this sort of richness and abundance that’s perfect for a garment designed for autumn-into-winter wear. The tie waist is cute, cute cute.
I am a bad test-knitter. But Thea is a great designer. And this is a wonderful sweater.
Scaredy Cat, the ancient, crabby, trembly, stomping, yet somehow hopeful cat has left us. He wasn’t ours really. He belonged to neighbors who live around the corner, but for years he’s spent most of his time in Chris’s (and our) yard. Chris put in the 10 years or so it took to get him to the point where he didn’t cower if you glanced his way, so Melissa and I have been able to enjoy his dyspeptic, ever-at-a-distance company.
He was not one to sit on laps. He did not flirt or frolic. But he liked to sit nearby while there were knitters in the yard. And he had the courage to come closer if there were treats in the offing. In fact, in the last few months he’d actually started to demand a pet or two before digging in to his dinner. It took a long time, but in his later years he was as happy as he knew how to be.
He is buried under his beloved bird bath/water dish.
Our world feels diminished without him.