Missing Puppy = Peaceful Knitting

Rosebud the Basselope is at the vet's overnight. She's getting her ovaries yanked in the morning. As much as I love the rapidly growing critter, I'm enjoying a peaceful night without her. Lots of knitting being done, Bronte the Idiot Cat not getting picked on, and, best of all, a complete night's sleep without being interrupted by a puppy who needs to pee!
I am jealous of her, though. Canines can get their ovaries yanked and presto! No more puppy periods! Why can't they do that for humans? I'd be first in line. Or can they and nobody's told me about it?
Bonus: spot the Idiot Cat in the picture!

Knitting & the Oscars

This is going to be a long one, until I get bored with the Oscars and turn them off.
Not nearly enough knitwear on the red carpet. Seriously. Not even a lovely faroese shawl. That must be fixed. The red carpet isn't quite so boring this year. So many people have stylists, they don't generally make disastrous fashion decisions, but there are a few this year. Jessica Biel has something odd happening at the front of her dress, and Beyonce looks like crap. Hideous gold lame foilage on black with a mermaid bottom. Ick. Even her curves can't carry it off. And I can't look too long at Mickey Rourke. I'll have nightmares. Why is Phillip Seymour Hoffman wearing a watch cap? Is he planning on knocking over a liquor store after the ceremony?
Ugh, Penelope Cruz won supporting actress. Can't stand her. And her dress is hideous. Should have been Viola Davis or Traji P. Henderson. Ew, WTF is Sophia Loren wearing?? I suppose when you're a timeless sex symbol (which I have never understood, despite my father trying over and over again to explain) you can wear whatever you want, even if it does appear to have peach kleenex hanging off it everywhere.
Steve Martin and Tina Fey just made a great poke at scienfreakytology. Ha ha ha. Now he just told her not to fall in love with him. But who could blame her? I love intelligent men. The guy who wrote Slumdog Millionare won for adapted screenplay. He reminds me of Simon Schama, another geeky smart guy I love.
Oh boy, Jennifer Aniston! Mini van majority everywhere swoon over her boring hair and dress. But damn, Jack Black makes me laugh. Oy, her French is terrible. How hard is it to pronounce 'La maison en petits cubes?' Oops, spoke too soon. Jack's is worse.
Sarah Jessica Parker's hair is good. Brunette instead of blonde with dark Madonna roots. Daniel Craig. 'Nuf said.
I hate it when 2 people win and the 1st person takes up all the speech time. Selfish bastards.
They went on and on about how these are the new & improved Oscars. So far, except for the 5 previous nominees presenting supporting actress, it's the same old boring crap.
My puppy is trying to chew the pompoms off my socks. How bad is it that I'm more entertained by that than by the Oscars?
I don't get the fuss over Robert Pattinson. He's got really bad hair & eyebrows. And his nose is almost as squishy as Miley Cyrus. Of course, I'm not exactly his target audience, being over 16 and all.
Missed a whole section while making muffins for breakfast for this week. Oh darn.
Damn, no lemons. Can't make a lemon drop martini without lemons.
Seriously, what's happening with Jessica Biel's dress? Did the designer have a couple of metres of fabric left and think, let's just make a waterfall over her boobs?
Seth Rogen & James Franco. I actually loved Pineapple Express. Love those 2. Franco couldn't pronounce 'Spielzeugland' and Rogen laughed at him. Tee hee. Rogen pronounced it pretty well, actually.
Oh no. Please don't be an Abba thing. Nope. But Hugh, gorgeous though he is, has nothing on Fred Astaire. And Beyonce is beyond tedious. Can she not do something different once in a while? Oh boy now she's murdering Etta James again. ICK ABBA!!! Ah, yes, the gratiutous musical number. Boring, boring, boring. They have exactly 3 minutes and I'm turning off. It's 9:57. I don't even know who those people singing with them were. Oh, high school musical and mamma mia children. That would explain it.
Sad again - best part of the broadcast so far? Commercial for a new Clive Owen movie. Yep. You read that right.
Three minutes are up. I'm done. I'll read the highlights tomorrow.

WOW.

Man, I love simple, brainless knitting! Catching up on season 6 of Spooks before I can watch my boyfriend Richard Armitage in season 7 (the poor man has no idea of the torch I bear for him - of course, that may be a good thing!) and knitting and - lookie here - left front of the wrapover is already done! Started when? When, I hear you ask? Friday, the answer would be. And I got 1/4 of the way done and had to rip it out because I forgot to change needles. I hate it when I do that.
My mum always tells me I knit fast, and I never believe her, but this could be a wee bit of proof.

Hmmm....

I realized something rather sad tonight. Cromarty is becoming a chore. It has lost its joy.
Therefore, I must begin something new to bring back the magic. So I've begun the Simple Wrapover from Debbie Bliss in amazing alpaca silk that I've had stashed for a year. Sumptuous is the only word for this yarn. And in red, no less. Va va va voom!

The Upside of being Sick

This is how my day goes: cough up a lung, become really tired from said coughing, have a nap, go on Internet and find new knitting projects, repeat.
Isn't this lovely? And then I emailed Karen the Yarn Goddess at Sheepstrings and she's ordered the pattern and yarn for me. Ooooooo. Then I went on Ravelry and queued it and entered it into the database. Now I'm tired again.
Okay, back to bed.

I am such a sucker

But I defy you to resist this sad face. She's completely mastered it, hasn't she?
Destroyed sweater? What destroyed sweater?

The HOUND FROM HELL!!!!!!

It's a very, very, very, very times a billion good thing that I am a dyed-in-the-wool (no pun intended) animal lover because Rosebud has just come very close to dying.
I went into the kitchen to get a popsicle. 15 seconds later I came back into the living room to find her on the floor with Cromarty in her mouth. Ripped off the needle and about 6 rows half ripped out.
Somehow I didn't freak. I didn't cry or hit her or anything. I am frightening myself with how calm I am. There is massive repair work to be done. I have no idea what row I'm on now.
I can't even figure out how she got it. I was sure I put it out of her reach.
I did not take a picture to show you. I don't need anything for posterity. This is something that, very zen-like, needs to be lived through and forgotten ASAP.
I think I feel a headache coming on, though.

Hound of Destruction

So here is the proof of why not much knitting is being done lately. I'm sick so I was in bed all day. I didn't want to leave Rosebud in her crate all day so I left her out, and I put a puppy pad by the front door in case she needed out and I missed her signal. She decided that the puppy pad was a toy. This is the result. I actually picked up all the big pieces before it occurred to me to take a picture of the destruction. Now imagine this with yarn. I see the tears in your eyes. A tragic waste of yarn that would be (Yoda voice!). So that's why I haven't been knitting lately. I think now you all understand.

Canine culpa?

Wow, my mother is the one who told me I hadn't posted in a while. I didn't think she did anything on the computer besides email and play spider solitaire!
Rosebud has been keeping me very busy. It's kind of hard to knit when a puppy is attacking your needles and yarn. It's even more difficult than with the idiot cat, because Bronte weighs next to nothing and I can just hurl her across the room, but Rosebud must weigh about 20lb right now and is even more stubborn than me, if possible. When she wants yarn, she wants yarn.
On the upside, I replaced the needle she ate with an Addi turbo. Oooooo. If you haven't gone turbo yet, what the heck are you waiting for??? I'm really hoping to get Cromarty done this month so I can move on to something simpler. I think I'll dig out that yummy Debbie Bliss alpaca silk I bought ages ago to do that wrap sweater from her alpaca silk book. Simple, shouldn't take long. Unless, of course, I get bored with it as so often happens with plain designs.
Speaking of designs, I have one in my head right now. But I don't know if it's something I've come up with or I saw somewhere else. Don't you hate it when early Alzheimers strikes?