Greetings Internet,
On what I assure you is a completely unrelated note, I was
out of knitting commission for a while.
It turns out that it is difficult to knit with a cast-type-thing on your
hand. Almost as difficult as it is to
determine whether you’ve broken your scaphoid bone after multiple x-rays. But not nearly so difficult as keeping yourself
from sniffing the cast. If I could ask
The Echidna one thing, it would be why I find myself compelled to smell
something even after I know it is noxious.
Whether it be the dog’s feet or a slab of Stilton, my nose is ready for
duty.
Having divested myself of my foul-smelling accessory, I
returned to the task of making auction items for our recent food-bank fundraiser. The next item on the list was a sweater
requested for Leo, the son of a co-worker.
Specifically, Steggie. I was more than pleased to do this, as I’ve
always liked the pattern. In fact, I
suspect I’d wear this sweater myself if I could find or make it in the right
size.
I was given free rein to choose the colors, which led to an
interesting philosophical question: would dinosaurs wear purple? So-called scientists would have us believe
that dinosaurs ultimately turned into birds.
And I’ve seen birds with some crazy plumage. But I can’t say that I’ve ever personally
seen a bird sporting purple feathers. Ultimately,
I concluded that dinosaurs must have been willing to wear purple. How else could you explain Barney?
So here it is, Leo’s Steggie. It is largely identical to the pattern, but
with a slight variation on the plumage of the hood.
~TSMK