I've been trying to finish my mother's wrap furiously since Monday. Alas, I still have three more balls to knit - I am only half way done and it has taken me two weeks to get this far. Unless I decide to pick up a nasty coke habit, there is no way I can finish this in time to give it to her on Saturday. Since I was lame and did not buy her anything for her birthday, I told her that she would get a hand knit wrap by me, her loving daughter. The reason it was not sent to her in time for her birthday was because it was, uh, too precious to send via mail. (Yep, in reality, it was not finished. Lame.)
Okay, so I could have held off on making
my socks. I could have held off on starting the boy's socks. There are so many ways that this story could have had a happy ending.
So, now that I have totally given up hope, the dogs get to model it. That will lift my spirits a bit, although some might call it procrastination...
B: "Vespa, how did you get to be America's Next Top Dog model?"
V: "Well, Barbara, it's all luck. My mother had a penchant for posting photos of me on dog message boards and knitting blogs. I would've never dreamed I'd be America's Next Top Dog model!"
B: "Is it true that she posted pictures and blogged as a form of procrastination?"
V: "Oh, I don' t know if I would put it that way...."
B: "Vespa, you are just famous for working those knitted garments! It is unbelievable how you can pull of so many looks with the same outfit!"
V: "I have to give credit to my mom. She has the best treats and she really knows how to use them! Sometimes, she pretends like I'm not going to get the treat and I become sad or angry. Other times, she move the treat around and around so I look happy! Lots of times, she doesn't even have a treat - she likes to keep me on my toes."
B: "I hear that you have other siblings. Do they exhibit the same knack for modeling?"
V: "Well, Barbara, we are all adopted, so we don't share the same gene pool. Plus, two of them are cats so they aren't even the same species! My brother Mingus has tried to break into the dog modeling world, but he has had mixed success. Most agents say that he only has two looks: goofy and goofier. I tend to agree."
B: "Oh, well look who's joined us! It is Mingus. So Mingus, what is it like to have such a famous sister?"
M: "Lady, do you have any treats? Will you scratch my belly?"
B: "Um, no... No treats, but-"
M: "Later, lady."
[Damn, my wrap didn't just knit itself while I played on the Internet. Double damn!]
And for comparison, Mingus rockin' the hat. (Yes, I did disclose to my father that the white stripe on his hat was Mingus chiengora.)
I have some more pictures to share with y'all, but for now, I'll leave you with one picture of the goofballs. The boy likes to fancy himself a dog whisperer. He submits this picture as proof.
