KnitWerk

Well, it’s been a while! I’ve been out a lot in the last month. Despite all, life has been pretty balanced, with tons accomplished on the knitting and BackTack front. The two things that have suffered most have been the knit blog, and my nutrition. I choose to turn my attention back to these items. Along with finding more time in my schedule to post, I pledge the following:

From this point on, I will no longer classify any of these food combinations as a “meal”

• Coffee with Splenda and milk
• Ice cream and diet Coke
• Chips plus diet Coke

Apparently, I have forgotten how to feed myself responsibly. Now, it’s true: I’ve never enjoyed cooking. Husband loves to cook, and I have encouraged this hobby. Unfortunately, Husband has been away at night even more than I have. He would come home after 9:00 p.m., and ask what I ate for dinner. I got into the habit of eating a bowl of cereal, since at least it’s somewhat nutritious. I didn’t like his expression when I would answer (truthfully) something embarrassing like “Umm… tortilla chips and sparkling cider.” To my credit, I at least had a sheepish expression as I admitted it.

Leave the house with a knitting bag and an audiobook on the trusty iPod, and it’s amazing what can get accomplished. Since I last wrote, I’ve swatched several possible yarn substitutes for a big Christmas gift (I’ll just wink and call it “Audrey,” and my friends in the knitting blog world will understand), swatched a sweater for me, and finished 2 pairs of socks, both to be gifted. I still have to get used to the earlier sunset, so I’m not together enough to have photos of these things yet—coming soon.

Reasons to reconsider my nearly all-black wardrobe

No blog entry is complete without visual interest, so I rely upon the cliche cat photo. You haven’t yet met Eddy, our new kitten. We got him in early June when he was 10 weeks old. Here’s a look at him when he first came to live with us:

Wilson wasn’t too happy about this at first, but pretty quickly he began to groom Eddy, and has become quite a good Momma cat. He does a really, really thorough job with the grooming (cleaning places on Eddy that I, for one, wouldn’t touch without rubber gloves). They’ve bonded:

The bathroom window, their favorite place to lounge:

Yup, I’m going through lots of those sticky-tape cat-hair-picker-upper thingies.