...or when a cat destroys your yarn....
I have the first of 2 scarves finished from the salvaged kitty terror incident. I'll have finished pics to show later this week, but I did want to tease you with the first one on the loom:
I'm not sure why the pic is turned sideways, but anyway, the warp is actually running right to left...I used a silver and pale green tencel (two strands, one of each color) for the warp and the Cephalopod yarn is the weft. The pattern is a simple twill and was a perfect first project for getting back on the loom. I completely finished this project yesterday, minus the fringe twisting. I think I'll have a fringe twisting "party" later this week as I have another scarf in there that needs fringe twisted, the one I'll make today, and then I need to get Liz's birthday scarf finished (yes, that's from her January 2nd birthday).
Daddy's story: My daddy would always say to me, "how much do you love me?" We had this little routine where I would respond "this much" and hold my fingers a tiny bit apart. He would pout and pretend to cry and say "Is that all...say you love me more." And I would then hold my hands about a foot apart and say, "I love you this much daddy." At this point he would "tune up and cry" and say "How much do you love me?" and I would throw my arms wide and say "I love you this much Daddy" and I'd run and give him a big-old-hug.
One time I threw him for a loop, though. He asked me how much I loved him and I held up my right hand and said, "I love you this much." He looked puzzled and said..."what does that mean." I looked at him and pointed at my right hand and said, "my love starts here and goes on and on and on...my arms aren't big enough to show you!" I got an extra big hug for that one. I was probably 4 or 5 at the time. (and think I was pretty precocious, to be honest!)