Thursday, December 29, 2005

Fuzzy Felted (and Feline) Frivolity

Presenting.... the felted fuzzy feet. As you can see, there's still quite a bit of stitch definition here. They only spent about 10 minutes in the super hot water, and if I'd left them in any longer, they wouldn't fit me. Therefore, I'm supremely happy with the way they are. They're comfy and soft and I've already used them to keep my tootsies toasty.

The felted Tychus, as modeled by my Christmapotamus. This one lost almost all stitch definition in the four or five rounds through the heavy agitation cycles. I probably left it in for one cycle too long, but who's counting? When this sucker was still wet, it weighed about 80 pounds. Now that it's dry, it's of course not as heavy, but it's also going to take one bruiser of a kid to be able to support this on his head. From what I hear, though, my nephew just might be that bruiser, so after I show off the hat at the yarn store, Calvin might just get a new hat. I can't really tell if it's a this-winter hat or a next-winter hat. I'm no good with baby head sizes.

The felted pumpkin also lost most of its stitch definition; it went through as many rounds as the Tychus hat. I wasn't very concerned about size for the pumpkin, just that it felt as much as possible. I haven't taken any pictures of it yet, because I still haven't put it all together. I need to find the fiberfill and get my act together, I know, but there are much more important things going on. (Like, I'm working on the comeback project of the year. More details later. You'll be so proud of me. Any guesses? Put them in the comments. If you're the first one to get it right, you get a prize*. Brenda, you're disqualified because I already told you about it. Besides, you get prizes all the time.)

Yesterday I had a dog blog, today it's a kitty ditty. Feline frivolity that is, black gold, Texas tea... Ahem.

I have this wonderful bench just inside my front door that used to belong to my grandmother. It's one of the two pieces of furniture that I own that I'm actually proud of. Well, it's currently the favorite spot for my kids. They switch sleeping spots every few weeks, and when I came back from Christmas, this was their new place. Remember when they were up on the cat-pole-platform and kept falling off? Well, now Krusty has a new trick she'd (rather not) like me to share.

Sometimes she does try to balance her fat little body on that arm rest, but here she's not climbing up, not climbing down, not doing anything but resting. In fact, I think she fell asleep like this shortly after I finished taking her picture and mocking her. She's just got her little front arms up on the arm rest and her little back tootsies standing on the bench itself. This cracks me up.

I probably took half a dozen pictures of her like this, and she didn't budge. Apparently this is very comfortable for her. I was sneaking around trying to be quiet and not startle her, but she didn't care. This is why I feel like I have her full permission to share this highly unusual pose with the world. If she doesn't like it, she can just climb onto her giant vomit powered spaceship and go back to her home planet.

Carrot got jealous of all the attention and decided to get in on the action by lending some (moral?) support.


*This is my blog's first contest! The comeback project has been both mentioned and photographed in this blog in the past. Everyone is welcome to participate!

2 comments:

Joy said...

I wanna guess! I wanna guess! I think it's the Cherry Tree Hill socks!

Cats are so weird. I love the perch.

Brenda said...

Oooo Me! Oooo Me! I think it's the felted piano cozy! Remember? You started it like 4 years ago and decided it was ridiculous? That'd be a great come back project.