Last week during lunch, I found myself in a pet store staring into a cage with the most adorable kitten you ever did see. I stuck my fingers through the cage and scratched her soft furry little head. She responded with a soft purr and, people, believe me when I say that she actually sat up, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Freshy, please take me home meow.” What an intelligent kitten, I thought. I began to imagine how wonderful it would be if I took this sweet little thing home with me. Our future brightly flashed before me: curling up next to each other under a warm blanket, telling each other funny jokes, eating tuna, I would train her to use the toilet and I would knit her cat toys….

Suddenly, I saw that upon bringing her home I would find out that she does not dine on tuna, however, she has an unprecedented palate for fine merino wool and silk blends. Unacceptable! Besides, I’m already a crazy knitting blog lady. Being a crazy cat lady with a knitting blog might be too much for me to live up to. With all that craziness in mind, I left the kitty behind in the pet store and went to work googling this.
Today, as I was walking by the pet store, I noticed she was still there. Fate, why do you tempt me with soft cuddly things I can’t have?! I couldn’t help but have that same momentary lapse in judgment where Freshy’s knitting world would be so awesome with a cute little kitty in it! Imagine all the fun kitty sweaters I could make! What fun we would have! I could change my blog name to Yarn Over Kitty, in which every post would feature a cute little kitten mischievously playing with yarn! Wait, my yarn? Damn, that’s right. This will never work out between us, Kitteh.

It’s a good thing I have such wonderful judgment (haha, that’s funny…), because I definitely would not have been able to block this shawl out on my bed with a soft, playful little ball of mischief hanging around.
I also listened to my better judgment when I decided to reknit this using a size larger needle. The shawl may not be as soft as a cute little kitten, but it’s big enough to wrap around your neck a couple of times to keep you cozy while it’s snowing outside.









Fall means that knitting season is here, not that I ever stop knitting, but somehow it’s cozier to knit when it’s cold outside and the rain is pitter-pattering on the window. The knitting high begins, where any particular knitter is keen on making anything and everything for everyone in time for the holidays. Of course, whether or not we ever accomplish the things we set out to knit is an entirely different story. Fall means I can close my windows and my neighbors can close their windows and therefore I no longer have to listen to moans and cries of pure ecstasy. Ahh, apartment living.








