Finished, at last!

In the early 1990’s I made my first visit to Bette Bornside yarns in New Orleans.  I had some Delta Burke patterns, and wanted to buy the cotton yarn the pattern called for.  Bette earned my everlasting respect by telling me that while she could sell it to me, she had knit with that (expensive) cotton, and it would disappoint me by stretching out of shape for all time.  She recommended Brown Sheep’s Cotton Fleece as an alternative.  I bought enough for the sweater, but found the pattern to be a p.i.t.a.

The Cotton Fleece languished, auditioning for other sweaters every few years, never being chosen.  Finally I fell in love with Samus, and started knitting the cabled band for the bottom.  This time it got set aside without frogging.  My hip measurement was, after all, obscenely big.  It was going to take a long time to knit that puppy!

Then, miracle of miracles, I lost all that weight.  The partial cable band was now not just half done, but needed only one more repeat.  By July, when I started blogging, I had all the pieces done except one sleeve.  Fast forward to the last half of October, when I decided I really should get Samus through blocking before my surgery.  That was accomplished, the attached I-cord border was knit all around, and the grosgrain ribbon sewn in the fronts.

End of progress:  I hated the idea of the zipper.  Didn’t want to sew it, didn’t want to wear it.  Then inspiration whispered:  pewter clasps.  DH said he thought 3 clasps was the magic number, and the Google hunt was on.  I placed an order, and the envelope came while I was hospitalized.

That first week home nothing was achieved – no knitting, no reading, just pain meds and sleeping.  Two weeks ago, then, I sewed the clasps on, completing the sweater.  Here’s the thing:  have you ever noticed how the weather changes when you want to take a photo of a finished object?  I mean, it’s better than the fabled Indian Rain Dance for ending a drought!  Finally, this weekend was cold and windy, but sunny.  I give you Samus:

Oh, and the rose is Perfume Delight, a damask rose that lives up to its name.  The cooler weather has given us a second season of fabulous blooms here in Louisiana.

The Elusive Torie

Meet Victoria, "Torie", my warrior princess.  Torie is the alpha female of our trio of Meezers.   She is a tortoise-point Siamese, bred from a champion Seal-point father and an equally fine Snow Leopard Oriental mother.  Torie has the little lynx tufts on the tips of her ears that her mother and two lynx sisters had.  I think they are endearing.

Given her pedigree, you may be surprised to know that Torie and I met and bonded at Texas Siamese Rescue, where she, her mother and sisters, and two Aunts and their litters were waiting for forever homes.  That's 15 fine kitties seeking adoption.  Very unusual, I assure you.  But it gets stranger. 

In 1984 my Mother, who lived in Iowa, arranged to meet a Nebraska cat breeder at the Des Moines, Iowa cat show to select a Siamese kitten.  Mother cheated:  she wore a fuzzy sweater, and the kitty she liked instantly fell for her.  He was a blue-point wedge she named Gwyned. Mother always spoke of how well the breeder raised her cats in her home, not a cattery, so they would have good personalities.  She added the breeder insisted that if Mother could no longer keep the cat it was to return to its breeder.  Gwyned lived with Mother for many years, and, indeed, outlived Mother by 4 years.  He came to our home, under the care of our daughter and son-in-law, and moved on to graduate school with them. 

But what about Torie, you ask?  I called GrandMeowmy at Texas Siamese Rescue to inquire, "How has it happened that you suddenly have 3 registered Moms and 15 registered kittens for adoption?"  She told me the breeder was dying of cancer, and had chosen to place them through Siamese Rescue.  They had come from Arapaho, Nebraska.  You know the moment I got off the phone I started a search for Siamese cat breeders in Nebraska.  Yes, it was the same one (there were only two).  When I read her website, it was like hearing Mother tell it again. 

And how did you choose her?  Her ditsy sisters didn't want any attention, didn't want to be held.  Torie looked me in the eyes and settled down on my chest for 45 minutes.  "Oh, Hello!" 

And the "elusive" part?  Many visitors to our house never see her.  Yet she is fearless and even bossy with the other two cats.  She is extremely strong and athletic, even for a Meezer.  Torie can sharpen her claws while she is hanging from her cat tower. 

Oh, and was that knitting you see behind Torie?  Indeed, it was.  Here, let me show you a bit more:

It's Samus, the unblocked body and one sleeve.  

Having accomplished this much, I'm disinclined to cast on for the second sleeve just before Summer of Socks.  You probably won't see this project again until September.  By then it should be tempting again.

My biggest mistake was reading the instructions in an idle moment.  To finish, I not only need to knit the second sleeve, but I also need to knit attached I-cord around the neckline/front/hem of the sweater, knit attached I-cord at each cuff, sew in ribbon in the fronts, and sew in a zipper.  Just a tad more to do, eh?  Sigh. 

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Covered in Meezers

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Covered in Meezers

That's how I spend every morning:  a cup of coffee, my computer, and the 3 Meezers (Siamese cats) that own me.  They each have their spot of choice, and take turns being the center of attention.  Victoria, "Torie", the tortoise-point, really likes to peer at the screen herself, which makes it hard for me to see anything in the left half myself. 

OTN:  Yesterday I finished the fronts and back of my Samus cardigan, knit in Cotton Candy pink Cotton Fleece.  The cabled cuff of the first sleeve was begun, but I just wasn't focused enough for detail.  More this a.m.  Anything that I get done before Summer of Socks 2008 begins Saturday is progress…to be continued in the fall.

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