February 27, 2009
At this point, my Rowan Pearl sweater is done and undone. I am slogging through the sleeves, which are nothing but an endless series of leaning cables–a real pair of soul suckers if anybody’s looking for a Lenten discipline. In the interest of Doing Something Else To Cut The Tedium, I decided to get ahead of the game with a stout, boot-camp style blocking of the fronts and backs. You know: a multi-day marathon to get these curling pieces of stuff to behave. At least until I take the pins out.
You know how satisfying this is to me, even as I know that blocking is akin to setting your hair in rollers. (Did you ever set your hair in rollers? I never got the hang of that.) I pinned, stowed the mess in my Blocking Chamber aka under the bed, and left all that moist Rowan Wool Cotton to dry until I finish the sleeves.
On one of my security checks, I noticed something odd:
At one corner, a bunch of pins were loose. Weird. I could see one or two coming out, but a batch of them? I stuck them back in, figuring I’d somehow kicked them out, or that the mighty, glacial force of drying Wool Cotton had popped the pins.
I believed this until late last night, I noticed something very, very suspicious. Kermit was lurking around my blocking board.
He wasn’t sitting on my knitting, as he usually does. He was . . .
quietly and carefully yanking the pins out of my blocking. He was totally vandalizing my knitting, trashing the place! I can’t believe that my cat hates my knitting!