The Ready, Set, Helena!s sweater wants to be done so badly, it's following me around the house.
I don't want to work on it. Why?
I have actually been trying to take care of the veg that have been rotting on my counter tops. Oh, yes, here at Casa de Ogre an attempt at cooking has again been made.
As it turns out, after watching Ratatouille 100 times, I realized "Anyone can cook." As long as anyone's children are not in the immediate room yelling, hitting or snotting on or around me.
I, like the mop head kid in said movie, depend on someone else's cooking skills to cook...Pig 3 is my Little Chef. He made some damn fine Leek Potato Parsnip soup yesterday. With enough leftover to put in the deep freeze. Pig 3 is a Chef and planning for a blizzard.
Now, back to Ready, Set, Helena!...
*No sweaters were harmed in the making of this post. I mean really if you are making a sweater for a child, please consider Plymouth Encore, 75% acrylic 25% wool. This is being done in the D.K. weight, quite smashingly I might add.
Why the recommendation encore? You know I'm normally a Cascade girl. Well, this sweater has already been...vacuumed, dragged around behind me on numerous occasions, stuck in and under the laz-e-boy chair, plus unceremoniously stuffed into my knitting bag.
Why treat it so poorly? I'm knitting for a little girl I've taken on as my protege, I knick named her Machete.