Heavy on knitting posts this week, but squirrel-and-robot mittens, I must salute you. You are everything I hoped you would be.
Squirrel, I love your big fluffy tail, your one beady red eye and your tiny knitted acorn. I also love that I actually remembered to knit in my initials before I cast off this time. Now you are demonstrably mine forever, even if I leave you on BART someday.
Robot, thank you for breaking the monotony and fooling my brain into believing the second mitten was a completely novel endeavor. I really like that you look so at home in your leafy bower.
Instead of a tiny acorn, I knit you a tiny cuff-side extension cord, which is possibly the finest thing I’ve ever done.
I realize there’s been lots of knitting prattle afoot in past weeks—allow me to reign myself in and get back to the regularly scheduled discussion of chickens, the stuff I’m buying, the stuff I wish I were buying, and my continued efforts to convince my Bill that chickens do too belong in the house.
Not that knitting and chickens and the inside of my house have to be mutually exclusive pursuits:
But that’s sort of been my manifesto from the start.
<thanks again to Adrian for the squirrel sampler mitten pattern. I highly recommend it, with or without the robot or Magnito the Wyandotte>