Around here there are a few words that are guaranteed a reaction. The “c” word is one of them:
I asked the big fella last night if he was going to eat the left over chicken. Ol’ Eagle Ears up there heard that! Incidentally, they also ping on the words “kitchen”, “mitten”, “bitchin”, etc. Just like when I say “cooking” and they think I’ve said “cookie”. You’d think with ears that big they’d be more precise in what they hear. Or it could just be a giant conspiracy to get more cookies and chicken.
I started a pair of mitts last night using a partial ball of Noro Silk Garden and some of the lime Classic Wool. If this works out nicely, then I think St. James will be ripped out as I won’t have enough to do both mittens and the sweater. We’ll see. I want to knit a bit further along to see where the Noro starts to change colour. I might rip it out. I’m using 3.5 mm needles to get a really dense fabric, even thought these are worsted weight yarns.