Just when you’ve left the baby at the sitter’s and think you’ve got some privacy…
(Having said that, I made him buy the yarn and some for me besides. He repaid me by picking the colour that I had bought for myself instead of the bland old Oatmeal that I had intended for this vest. I knew I shouldn’t have given him any options… and here I thought that Scottish people liked oatmeal!!)
I very much like this pattern, although I have to say it doesn’t much look like that in the pattern book (the yarn is of a completely different composition). This is the right side:
Even more perversely, I got a big kick out of posing my little duckies on top of it while JJ was watching “Kidnapped” with Michael Caine for the seventh or eighth time (too many bagpipes for my taste, but each to his own…).
JJ did not actually notice what I was doing with this until I was almost finished. I knew he had noticed, though (or perhaps he was just distracted by my cackling uproariously), when I heard that trademark sigh, followed by:
JJ: What exactly are they doin’, then?
KB: Makin’ sweet lurve…
JJ (with his usual sagacity) seemed to ignore this response – until 10 minutes later when he saw the last photo above loaded onto the computer…
JJ: Lassie, why are these ducks screwin’ on top of my sweater, anyway?
KB: They’re not screwing on top of your sweater, they’re just cuddling… (scrolled forward to the first photo)…see, here they’re not just cuddling, though.
JJ: I don’t know what to do with ye. Yer a wee horror. And a bampot. What is this fascination with rrrrubber ducks, anyway?
KB: I don’t know, I must have had a deprived childhood or something.
JJ: Nonononono… that’s yer excuse for buying all that chewin’ gum and blowin’ bubbles and breakin’ them! That can’t be yer excuse as well for this nonsense.
KB: Why not?
JJ: Look, Ah’m just trying to watch my video, OK? So behave. Stop muckin’ aboot with those duckies. Gi’us peace!!
KB: You said “duckies”!!! hee hee hee
JJ: (deep sigh, then turns up the volume on the TV).
Puir wee JJ. He has a great deal to put up with, living with a wee bampot like me!
Must sign off now. I want to do a swatch for another sweater before I leave for work. It’s amazing I ever manage to get to work, actually…
Oh, and in parting: today apparently is the birthday of 1976 – Michalis Kakiouzis. Who is he? A Greek basketball player. I always get a big laugh when I think about Greek basketball teams. Even thought I am Greek-Canadian, the only Greek of my acquaintance that appears anywhere near tall enough to actually play pro basketball is Takis here:
Maybe when he’s not blowing his own horn, he’s practicing to be the next addition to the Toronto Raptors! (I suspect he’d have to lose the skirt and the pompoms to get anywhere with that ambition, thought).
KB: JJ, did you know that they have pro basketball teams in Greece?
JJ: Really?… what do they call that, then… the PeeWee League?
heh heh heh. The JB household is never short on comedy, I tell you!