Bet you wondered where I’d disappeared to, didn’t you? Well, I’m not surprised. I was starting to wonder exactly that myself… Unbelievably, it’s been more or less two whole months since my last
confession post. In the circumstances, the fact that I actually remembered my password to get in and write this is a minor miracle. So I guess I now need to make it worthwhile. How’s this for a start?
What am I doing? Yes. Well. Good question, and one I frequently ask myself. In this case, at least, there’s a fairly straightforward answer: I’m posing with the weight of several home-knitted hats on my head. Obviously. I suppose the next question is probably why. But why the posing, or why all the hats? The posing: because the hats were there and it seemed rude not to. As for the hats…
If you read my last post, you may remember that I was knitting as many hats as I could for a local North London charity: Animal Aid & Advice. This is the charity that united us with our furry housemates, the Feline Detectives McCready and Gilmour, and with Yuletide more-than-slightly-hideously looming, the charity’s Christmas Fair is nigh upon us.
I ended up knitting seven hats for the Fair and, slightly cheekily, two for myself. The mathematicians among you will no doubt have spotted that this makes a total of nine – which rather pleasingly makes it one hat for each of a cat’s nine lives. What that’s got to do with anything I don’t actually know, but I still found it oddly satisfying.
Anyway, here are those knitted noodle-warmers. Please excuse the model and the poor lighting – it was such miserable weather when we took these that I’m surprised you can see anything at all!
Doubtless, you’ll be relieved to know that I’m not going to show you the other two, as they were repeats of the Beet and the Charcoal anyway. (Massive sigh of relief ripples across the blogisphere…)
If you’ve been paying close attention, you’ll probably have noticed that these hats are intended for the human head and that they are not, in fact, literally hats for cats, as you might have been expecting from this post’s title. But – assuming, of course, that they sell – they will end up helping cats, and that’s the main thing. And I couldn’t resist the title – a friend (thanks, Gill!) used the wording in an email and I’ve been kicking myself ever since for not having used it for my original post on this project. Honestly. Call myself an editor?
And – while I ponder on whether I will, when it comes to it, actually relinquish all nine hats to the good cause – here’s something not-entirely very different at all, but which at least provides a mildly amusing note on which to sign off for now: