I returned from Los Angeles to find Ted impersonating a strawberry.
The cap is an Ann Norling pattern -- "Kid's Fruit Cap" --done in an alpaca-merino blend.
Rufus thought he would hide behind Ted. Neither of them noticed the crocuses, but they enjoyed the sun. Tomorrow is spring, and tonight is the spring moon, also called the Super Moon. This optical illusion appears once every eighteen years.
Exploring the art of knitting in Rhode Island, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine.
Showing posts with label Rufus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rufus. Show all posts
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
We interrupt this sweater...
to bring you a TURKEY!
Gentle readers, the eve of Knit Something Day approaches. It's time to fire up! I've temporarily put the sweater aside to create Mr. T, who will grace the Thanksgiving table.
As you can see, Rufus approves. Quentin is somewhat less sure.
If you'd like to give a vegetarian friend this winsome hand-knitted bird, there's a free pattern download on the Spud & Chloe blog. You can make him really quickly, well before November 25th. Even an entire flock, if you're a fast knitter. What are you waiting for?
PS: Since my last post, many have inquired about Quentin the Owl. Also, I have been sternly chastised by a member of the Langworthy Library Knitting Association who has powerful connections to organized wildlife protection, for having captured Quentin and sequestered him in my home without obtaining a permit from the Rhode Island Department of Environmental Management. Apparently it is not, um, legal to simply scoop up a hapless owl whose path happens to cross yours, and bring it home to live with you. (Or with me, as the case actually is.) And it doesn't matter to The Authorities that Quentin is essentially unable to fly or live on his own in nature.
Please know that I have tried to liberate Quentin. I have taken him around my yard and allowed him to go wherever and do whatever he wants. He enjoys the fresh air, but is unable to fly any distance. He's smart, too, and recognizes a sweet deal.
So, when I open the door to let Rufus inside, Quentin voluntarily hops in after him. We supplement his diet with mice and voles caught by Kramer and Rufus.
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