Sunday, October 17, 2004

It Takes...

five glasses of wine before it feels better. I had a minor tragedy today concerning my field of flowers shawl and my dog. You see, my dog loves me and I love her...but, there are times when my dog is, should I really use the term here? Why the hell not! I deserve too! She's in the dog house. Yep, she snagged my poor wee shawl and I'm drowning my sorrows in a bottle of wine. Needless to say, it has upset me so much that I started another project. The Camelot socks by Lucy Neatby. I'll see about repairing the mile long snag [yep, it's pretty bad] when the hangover subsides. That is all.

4 comments:

Unknown said...

OH NO! May the wine flow endlessly...

Bess said...

Live, me, love my dog.

Many condolences for the yarn tragedy, though.

marykat said...

Ooooh, so sorry about the shawl. I don't have any pets right now, I only have to worry about the little humans who love to get their hands on my knitting to "try a stitch." Lucy Neatby socks do sound fun!

Marlene said...

Yikes! Your poor shawl.

I am so lucky. Our dog seems to have great respect for my projects. She will take great precautions to avoid my knitting. She even gets up and moves if a stray ball of yarn wobbles across the floor and collides with her.

On the rare occasion where she accidentally gets caught in a thread hanging from a WIP, she stops and stands dead still until someone rescues her. She just seems to KNOW that it would mean big, big trouble if she made the stituation worse.