I have found a pattern for a hat, now that I'm branching out into more daring forms of knitwear. What attracted me to this one is the requirements for a cat helper (optional) and wine, which I like the idea of, but unfortunately it doesn't like me. It does explain where I've been going wrong with my knitting though and why I do the stitches too small. The tension is not right. For one, I keep pushing my cats off my knee as they do indeed keep trying to help and for another, I drink tea instead of wine. To do Crazy Aunt Purl's pattern (link below) though, I will also need some "Size 11 double-pointed needles of death (not too scary)" and re-runs of Friends to "...offset bad Brangelina Karma". I wonder if you can substitute cake for the wine?
Maybe I should try a tiny scarf for Murph, who is my cat, before being so adventurous. I can do scarves now and Murph (aka Wiggle) has had a bald spot on her neck since kittenhood and it's not improved throughout her night time roaming days when I put a collar on her. She too is hibernating, but does make the occasional foray out into the wind and weather. As she is a venerable 15 now, surely she deserves a little protection from the elements. This is a photo of our other cat, just so he doesn't get jealous, known variously as Meeowie Billy Alexander Spanky Pookie Reeves, aka Sandra, on one of his night's in Pelsall, Walsall. He always used to disappear on Friday and Saturday nights, allegedly to go clubbing, but in later years, when we moved to the centre of Walsall, which is a splendid place, he took to Bingo instead. If I carry on knitting with him as an accessory, he might make it up to the Lydney W.I.