That Darn Cat

Or, more appropriately, those darn cats. 

First, the innocent "it just fell by itself" routine.

Followed by the "I'm not doing anything, it's following me" routine.

Edgar apparently doesn't know how to play innocent.




Anyway, I was trying to have a photo shoot. I finished the Beaded Diamond Bag, but ...

I decided to use it for a small running-accoutrement bag, so I wanted the top to have a drawstring, rather than a strap.

Well--to be perfectly honest, the top was curling terribly.

It's the right size for my ipod nano, Garmin, a pack of energy gels, and a tube of electrolyte tabs. All essential for runs longer than a few miles!

In other news ... the Celtic Pride Kilt Hose pattern has defeated me. I could not make head nor tales of the pattern, between the cuff and the body. There was a 2 or 3 row transition phase and it just did not make sense. I tried writing it out on paper, and I could see the sense of it, but once I tried to duplicate it on the needles it just didn't make sense. Nothing lined up. I tried a few times, and now I'm moving on to a different pattern. I'm not going to blog about that one until I get a few pattern repeats done...just in case the universe is trying to tell me something about my desire to knit cabled socks.

Oh Behave!!