"That's not writing - that's typing." --Truman Capote
Yeah, I’m a yogini. Not so long ago, I was even a teacher of yoga. It’s likely I will be again one day. Exhibit A:
I’m also sortakinda redheaded. Exhibit B:
MacIntosh (a.k.a. Fuzzy Dogface, Tosh, Mac, Shtinky, etc.) is also a redhead and something of a yogi. Exhibit C:
Well, now it appears that the littlest redheaded member of the Smith household is also a budding yogi. Exhibit D:
I’m sensing a trend.
Milo’s fan club gets cranky if I don’t give regular updates…
He is getting big so fast. He’s still an awfully cute kitten, though. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a kitten with bronze eyes before.
And he is ever so fierce. Especially when mylar is concerned.
Progress – A “Pea Pod Baby Set” for Maria’s baby, with blue ladybugs marching up the button placket. First, as modeled by Mona (Lisa):
Second, a more “serious” wide shot:
Third, channeling my inner brooklyntweed on the buttons and lace placket:
(Yarn: Dale Baby Ull, 2.5 skeins, color: 9436. Size 3 addi turbo needles. Blue ladybug buttons bought at Woolwinders. Pattern: Kate Gilbert’s “Pea Pod Baby Set.” Size: largest, but Baby Ull is lighter than the yarn called for in the pattern, so size is sort of small, toddlerish).
And for the thing that is exactly the same (in a manner of speaking), Milo, though bigger, is still very, very cute.
It appears that Milo is the latest Internet celebrity. At least, among my readers. Which admittedly makes him a pretty small-time Internet celebrity.
But I’ve gotten some requests. So… I present to you… Milo.
“Oh NO! MY HEAD IS A SNEAKER!”
“I ride the sneaker. It does not ride me.”
Milo actually blends with the floor.
“Will the paparazzi never leave me alone?”
“I mean, REALLY?”
“…mmmm…. whatever. Snap all you want.”
“You still there? Okay – got kibble?”
Okay, my mom has warned me about the Jinx Gods and their wiles, but I have to report that… So Far…
Milo doesn’t interfere with knitting.
He jumps up onto my lap, and does the Big Cute, and then crawls up onto my arm. My left arm. I’m a Continental knitter, so he kind of bobs up and down as the muscles in my left arm work.
It’s cute. And he’s not fussing my yarn. Yet…
Oh, I have hopes for this kid.
