Keeping the puppy out of my knitting. It is a full time job. She tangles herself, completely wrapped in yarn. I understand her desires, so it is hard to be too upset.
So I got this to help. OK, I have no idea how to even rationalize that. I got this to make my life happier. For those that don't know, it is a chiaogoo red lace, interchangeable knitting needle set. I didn't know they existed, even though I have looked at them in my favorite local knitting shop for the last year. For some reason, in my mind they were another brand. A brand I don't love. I needed a size five for the belt cardi, and a size nine for a blanket. This was the perfect solution. Yes, it only goes to size eight, but perfection is different to different people. Plus I just wanted this set.
And this is the only thing I have been working on. I picked up my Jen sweater, and the hubby looked at me with tears in his eyes and said "what about my blanket..." So here I am.
I let slip that I am using cheap, but soft yarn for it. I was extremely happy with the reaction from all family members. Most refused to touch it. The hubby felt shame, and unloved. Until I asked for the $600 I will need for a "real" blanket. Then he said he can live with this. It is actually a mix of good and bad. When I get tired of the crap yarn, I throw in some alpaca. All is fair in love and war, no?