They totally cashed in, not only on the crumbs he knocked off the suet feeder, but I used the hungry, waiting audience to get rid of all the stray boxes of cereal and stale crackers. A few good whomps and smears with the rolling pin and the birds had enough for an all-day buffet. Meanwhile, Tuesday evening...
Herr Becher made dinner. I applaud the effort, but I think everyone at Becher Haus will agree that whole wheat pasta sucks, no matter how dolled up it is. The chunks of roasted chicken were good. The sauce he invented to dress the hearty pasta was delicious. But, at the end of the day, even the World's Ugliest Sweater could not be impressed.
I am so unimpressed with the World's Ugliest Sweater that I'm considering frogging the whole thing and foisting it off onto Goodwill. The problem will be that I've already got four of the six balls of 'Poems' spit-spliced together (it was a bit goat-y), so there's no way it's coming apart in one piece, or even four easy pieces. Breakage will have to occur. I have about five more hours of knitting progress than this photo would have you believe... I'm almost to the sleeves. Gah. And I've already bought two more balls of another yarn (Rowan 'Cocoon') to try and finish this mess. It'll be nowhere near enough. Perhaps a fulled wool bag is looming on the horizon.
I had Big Plans for this project. In typical fashion, it was designing itself on needles, and the kiwi green 'Cocoon' was going to be knit into lovely, chunky cables down the front edges, with leaf-shaped tabs to pull through the cable twists to close the cardigan. Simple, flared sleeves were to end with smaller versions of the cables from wrist to elbow, with a band of the same tiny leaves circling the wrist. I may just have to go stuff it in a bag until I can face the demon calmly and rationally. About which time hell will be done freezing over. *smacks head on desk soundly* C
3 comments:
There are only two things wrong with that picture of your sweater and neither of them have anything to do with the sweater being ugly. 1. No offense to a man who is willing to cook (I adore such a man) but that food looks like something someone hacked up after a long night at Olive Garden. bleh. Maybe it's the yucky beige color of the wheat pasta. Tell hubby to use the Barilla pasta that comes in the yellow box next time. Healthy grainy bits but no weird color, texture or taste. and 2. A YARN SHOP OWNER is using a piece of yarn as a stitch marker. That pretty much beats all. I actually love the sweater, though. It looks great to me.
It's hard to tell if the sweater is ugly or not. Needs a different photo op. g
Hey! Where are the promised pics to make me smile? How did the new sock knitters do? g
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