Fall has come to Seattle, and I am loving it. Okay, the fact that we no longer get any direct sunlight in our apartment is not so great, but I am really enjoying the cool weather and the fog.
I spent this morning watching the fog roll in over Lake Union, and then start to roll out. My picture-taking skills can't quite capture it, but hopefully you can get some sense of it from this. So beautiful.
Of course, fall weather also is good for the knitter. When I was in Colorado a few weeks ago, it was in the 80s and people were gushing about how nice the fall weather was. That's not fall weather. Fall weather is when it is cold enough in the morning that you want to wear a nice handknit scarf. I finished my first of the season, My So-Called Scarf, this past Thursday, and I am already on to my second.
Sweater knitting, however, is not going so well. Emily left what I thought was the last meow on the blog a few days ago. Then, yesterday morning, I discovered that the kitties had more to say. I found parts of Roam (the hoodie I have been knitting) drenched in eau de chat.
I immediately plunged the sweater in an anti-cat enzyme bath, and I am waiting to see if it will survive pee-free:
But let's just say I am seriously pissed.
I've been thinking a lot today about knitting as metaphor for writing. Frogging is actually a useful way to think about what a writer does when she deletes a big chunk of writing and decides to start all over again. And of course, all writers tink. But I am not sure what the writing equivalent is of waking up to discover that your cats have peed all over your work in progress.
Anyhow, this episode is bound to be a bit disjoint if only because I am soon to be Rhinebeck bound. I leave for New York in a few days, and I'll be busy giving talks and catching up with old friends. I'll tell you what I've got planned for this episode, but I make no promises about when exactly the posts will make their way to the blogosphere.
First, we'll revisit another 80s song about fashion in honor of Project Runway with the classic eponymous song by David Bowie. (Can I just say that Kenley's wedding dress almost makes me want to have a wedding, just so I can wear it?) Then I'll review all the selfish knitting I've been doing these past few weeks, and hopefully have a cat pee update on Roam.
For my disbelieving friends out there, I'll review Stargate's first six seasons and tell you whether Mr. F has really made a convert out of me. Next up, I'm working on an essay on revisiting the stash after months of being in Seattle. But I am still thinking about politics, so the book review this episode will be of Barack Obama's Dreams From My Father. And finally, Perry and Emily will get the last (hopefully pee-free) meow.