Here was the scene at Knitsburgh when I arrived after some tea-making in the kitchen:
Isabella Maria luxuriating and humming innocently above...
...a tangled web...
...of yarn.
Hmm, wonder how all of that happened? This girl cannot, I repeat, cannot be trusted! Don't look into those big green eyes and think she is an innocent. You might think Izzie is the youngest of the clan, with her kitten-like play, but you would be wrong in thinking that. Sorry to disappoint, but that's not all you may be wrong about today.
You might be thinking, with the crimes occurring at such an alarming rate in Knitsburgh no progress on the Chemise could possibly occur. You might assume the interogations and finger-printing would keep Ms. Knitsburgh a bit too busy to manage anything else. Here is the place...the place were you are wrong again!
Behold, the finised back of my Chemise!!!
Let this be a lesson to you. No amount of robbery, skull-duggery, thieving, mischieving or grafiti-ing will stop this mad, mad knittah!!! So take your gangsta ways, your punk-ass hi-jinx and your mob-like plots elsewhere, ya here?
...11.11...Over the Weekend...
4 days ago
2 comments:
That's a very pretty sweater - we don't have a cat - but our Jack Russell amazes us with his cattiness. Yarn is definitely not safe in the room with him and his favorite perch is on the back of the sofa - just like a cat - he can't purr 'tho...
...It's a lace-ish pattern looking thing...I am intrigued. My one attempt at lace ended with loads of frustration and frogging.
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