… and be thankful that WWKIP day was changed to WWKIP week last year.
I was of course working this past weekend, which meant no KIP on Saturday. Well, it could have meant only KIP at work, which is sort of in public, but we’re still not allowed to craft during out 12-hour nightshifts, so that left only breaktime. And although we got full breaks, on the weekends those are only 30 minutes long, which translated into no time for knitting and going to the potty and heating up some food and eating it.
And on Monday and Tuesday I was off, but I didn’t sit down in public anywhere long enough to pull out the needles.
This morning, however, the hubs and I are taking the BC14 (who will be 15 in 9 short days!) out to breakfast**. While awaiting our food, I shall KIP, turning a FAIL into a BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.
It’s a good thing I have this motivation, too, as I have knit exactly nothing since finishing the sundress for la petite princesse 2+ weeks ago. Not a stitch, although I have been carrying yarn and needles for two different projects around with me… just in case. (Duh.)
The project I shall work on this morning: the fingerless mitts commissioned by someone at work to be presented on Boss’ Day (in October?) to her, um, boss. I have already been paid for half of the work and the yarn, ages ago, but have resisted starting them with the onset of the hot weather. After all, the yarn is a wool blend, so it’ll be hot and trying them on will be hot and having the yarn sit in my lap will be hot and blahblahwhineblahblah.
The real reasons (2 of them) for my resistance:
1. I may be just the tiniest bit burned out on knitting fingerless mitts, having already made a metric shit-ton of them this last year or two.
2. I hate feeling like I “have” to knit them (or do any other crafty thing) just because I’m getting paid for it. That old trope about not making your hobby your job because then your favorite activity will become work? Turns out that’s true. Even for a little project like this. Still, I am an adult and I refuse to be derailed by my own resistance to the inevitability that is life… or mitts. (You get the picture.)
** At the Gainesville Cracker Barrel. Come say “Hi” if you see me! I’ve knit there before, so I know it’s a knitting-friendly place. (The hubs would say I’ve knit everywhere before, but he tends to exaggerate.)
In non-crafting news, we have a new kitty!
Her name is Josie (short for Josephine Bonaparte, I believe her former owner said), although we’ve started calling her Ninja Kitty (pronounced “Neeeen-ja”), ’cause she’s so little*** and fast and silent and sneaky. And she’s almost completely black, so she can hide in the shadows really well.
She’s a cutie-patootie and a lover, who has made herself quite at home here this past 9 days. It’s nice to have a lapkitty again. (Neither the boys nor Puffer likes to be held for more than a few seconds.)
*** “Little,” as in about 1/2 the size of the boys and about 1/3 their individual weights. She looks even smaller, because she has short hair and they are so very fluffy. I don’t have any side-by-side comparison pictures yet, as they are still getting comfortable being side by side for more than a few seconds, but you can look forward to them as I get them.
*** Also “little,” as in her former owner once found her curled up in her purse! And she’s almost two years old, so she’s not going to grow any more.
Here she is, curled up on my current knitting bag, which is one of the $3 reusable grocery bags for sale at the Evil Empire:
And here’s one of her after the flash woke her up. She turned around to face me more, but wouldn’t open her eyes. Who can blame her, with the flash blinding her every few seconds?
And finally, here’s a peek at her yellow-green eyes:
Had enough? Tough, ’cause that’s all I have today.
I’ll try to get back with more stuff in a few days.
Hugs, kittens, and I hope your WWKIP has been more successful than mine (so far).