My Meezer Ulmus came off the needles last night, and was blocked in short order. It was just the right size to use the diagonal of one panel of my blocking board as its long edge. Then it was a simple matter to pull each point out to the sides of the board and pin them…no measurements required. With the Ulmus pinned to just one panel I was able to pick it up and take it out to rest on the drying rack in the garage, free from Meezer wallowing.
This morning I pulled the pins, and was very pleased with the final results. 
The slip stitch pattern takes on a more subtle color blend after bloccking.
Pre-blocking it reminded me of a woven fabric I had seen at a woolen mill in Wales. 
No photo shoot in this house is complete without Meezer intervention.
“But Meowmy, you said it was a Meezer Ulmus!” So I did, Torrie.
Usually I don’t bother; it’s the challenge, I guess. As you can see they are very close. The first sock has a few short rows of white and black tweedy on the tip of the heel, but the second sock goes right to grey. That makes for one less round of grey around the whole sock when the gusset is picked up. I’ll always be able to tell them apart, but no one else will notice, I think.
The first sock finished with a repeat of the pink and grey tweed that started its heel flap. I wound off the white/black tweed print to equal the rest of the heel flap, and there I was at the light grey to start the second cuff. That wasn’t bad at all. Oh, and of course, that’s Torrie arriving in the picture…”sorry I’m late for the photo shoot, Meowmy!”
Three tries later, with the same result, I decided to take a picture of Torrie without the socks. After satisfying our diva that she was the center of attention I was able to then capture the picture of my finished socks.
U.K.N.T. is also useful for snapping pictures of camera-shy felines. I know I will find Torrie napping in the cat tower, and so she was.
“I was watching out the window to make sure they left!”
I’ve previously shown you her supervising my knitting in the evening. In the daytime, she is in charge of much more, including defending the homestead. Torrie is a gymnast, able to hang from the cat tree and sharpen her claws at the same time. She is both fit and fearless.
That’s a gecko, and they are fairly common in Louisiana. When he moves just a slight bit, he catches Torrie’s eye, and she dashes to the window, chattering and muttering and pawing the glass. Mr. gecko should be glad she’s an indoor warrior princess!
