I knitted them both socks. I took them to Tuesday night knit, and Jill took the picture. The lace pattern is Print o the wave, and I am going to have to make at least one more pair with that pattern. Those are my feet in them. After I put them on I nearly cried, I wanted them myself. I must make another pair later.
Toasted Mouse.
we had/have a mouse that moved in in the fall. Michael no longer is a mouse deterrent. It has been living behind the sink and building a cache of dried cat food up somewhere in there. It was smart enough to avoid the traps set for it but I guess that it has come to a grisly end.
I got a call From the Footless Man while I was out at the knitters tea. He asked me about the smell of burning wool. Burning wool? Not that I knew about. Hmmmp.
When I got home I walked in the door and got hit with a really nasty burning protean smell. So far as I can tell the mouse fell down the furnace vent and incinerated down there. Every time the burner lights the smell floats throughout the house. It's going to be a cold few days around here until I figure out how to extract the remains or it burns up. I don't know which option I like less. I think we will be using the wood stove a lot more around here.
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