Boy, this is awkward. I know I haven't done much blogging in like two weeks. I have the uber-excuse, though, and it's not work related this time. I've been knitting!

Because I'm jellus' of all you bloggers and your cute animals (Murder Fish the Eater of Souls-n-Eyes is not so cute) we took pictures at Petsmart. Adopt a cat, y'all. Unless you are me and your love of cats is less than your love of not paying pet rent.

Ahem, more about the sweater.

Pattern: Raspy by Kim Hargreaves, Denim People.

Yarn: Rowan Denim, 12.5 skeins, in Memphis. IT REALLY DOES SHRINK IN THE WASH OMG!!!

Needles: Addi Turbos in size 5, 6 and 8. Largest size needle was used for bind offs since I seem to bind off really tight.

Blah blah: I knit the medium size, since I intended to insert some short rows (I know, again with the short rows. I should be earning commission on these things.) and I didn't want the sweater all baggy. This gave me a lot of anxiety because my inner fat girl (SHUT UP YOU HAVE ONE TOO) kept nagging me that the sweater would be too small and I would look like a hoooor. Luckily, this did not happen. The short rows did what they were supposed to do so I look all boobalicious and svelte, errr, if I do say so myself. My middle name may be Narcisse, after the Greek god of Damn, Into Yourself Much?

The other modification is the obvious lack of dropped stitches that make Raspy so...raspy. Note to self: think of something actually witty to stick there. That was weak.

Hello, am I a linebacker? Look at those shoulders!

My only bitch is the neck. It chokes me. Yeah, I look like I'm breathing easily here but I have to really yank this thing down because the boat neck wants to rise up and kill me, while at the same time gaping in the back to let in the cold, cold April air. Did you know it snowed here in Virginia yesterday? That is BULLSHIT, and I demand a recount. Also, gaping back = visible backne. There is a reason I don't wear halter tops and it's not because I gave up life on the street corner with Dr. Pimpenstein (name changed to protect the pimpin').

Oh, one more thing, if you are knitting this pattern. If, like me, you see the instructions: "It is not essential but we do suggest that you wind some of the yarn into a hank and wash this along with the pieces for sewing up." save yourself some inarticulate rage and tell Rowan where to stick that suggestion. And to save some space for this mess:

Luckily I was able to untangle enough to seam, but the whole mess wrapped itself around the loose ends I had left on the pieces of knitting themselves, so I had to snip those thus leaving myself much less to weave in than I would have liked.

Finally, for the road, me pleading with Simian Regent for the Fattest Cat in the Cage. Until I remembered about the pet rent.