Yes, it's a box of yarn. A care package soon to be on its way to Wisconsin, where the winters are cold, and kitties need felted kitty beds. Mom, the knitter who taught me to knit, has promised to make some. I sent her the links to the pattern on Wendy's blog. I hope that soon Wendy will have a bed for Rip and one for Katrina to add to her album. Speaking of Rip and Katrina:
Aren't they cute? Rip is an 18 year old Burmese, and he is starting to show his age. Katrina is 5 years old and birthed by a feral mother, but she decided she liked people, so my family adopted her. Rippy was 13 at the time, and he really didn't see a need for a second cat in the house. A sort of cold war detente now reigns as each pretends the other doesn't exist. Katrina would like you to know that even though she isn't a pedigree cat like Rip, she is an Ur cat, which is a fancy way of saying all her coat markings are dominant genetically. She thinks this makes her very special. It's a good thing cats don't have to take a genetics class.
In other knitting news, I haven't made a lot of progress since my last post: bit of a heel flap, a bit of leg, the start of neck edge shaping (for some reason the bane of my existence). But I do have a picture of some Fleece Artist merino that is going to become a Diamond Fantasy Shawl (I hope) from the gorgeous design by Sivia Harding.
At least that is the plan, and I hope to have this done in time for the holidays. The scarf version, which is what I'm planning to knit, takes only 350 yds of FA merino, so I am hoping that it won't take me forever. The colorway is Ruby.
Well, the heel flap is calling to me to get cracking and get it turned. One must always obey the knitting.