Category: life in general

Not necessarily about knitting…

Two skeins of pale pink handspun yarn rest on a sun-and-moon print fabric. There is a penny tucked under one strand for scale. 0

In Which the Pirate Spins With the Tour.

First, my Tour de Fleece success for the year! I finished spinnning the first eight ounces of the “Cabbage Rose” merino, plied it, washed it, and skeined it. It’s about 900 yards in two skeins, looks just like fingering weight yarn (measures at 16 wpi), doesn’t feel too dense, and seems to be exactly what I was going for. The camera really doesn’t capture...

In Which the Pirate Celebrates.

I don’t usually post twice in a day, but fellow Raveler CathyWeeks released this image into the public domain in honour and celebration of today’s SCOTUS decision, and… well… I think it speaks for itself.

In Which the Pirate Presents the Final Feline Friday.

I’ve spent a lot of time taking pictures of the cats over the past few years. Kipling, at least, loves the camera – Floyd, not so much. But all good things come to an end, and though it’s painful to write, this will be the final Feline Friday post. Why? Well, Floyd was my ex’s cat from the beginning, and he wants his cat...

In Which the Pirate Presents Feline Friday.

The heat exhaust for my laptop is on the left side, and Floyd is a lot less subtle than he thinks about sitting next to it. First he’ll hop up on the table. Then he’ll casually stretch and sit down near the laptop. Gradually, slowly, as he shifts positions, he’ll get closer and closer to the keyboard, until…

In Which the Pirate Presents Feline Friday.

It’s winter, so I’ve swapped out my laptop’s background for something seasonally appropriate! Floyd is still trying to get as close as possible to the heat exhaust. Me, I’m happy – knitting, beer, internet, and a warm cat. Life doesn’t get much better than that… until the laptop overheats. Maybe I should move the cat.

In Which the Pirate Presents Feline Friday.

I don’t know for sure that it was Kipling who befouled my couch-pillows with the contents of his stomach, but I’d lay odds that of the two cats here, it was the spotted one. As a result, I had to bring out the backup pillows… and it didn’t take long for Floyd to sit on them, despite their odd shape and his relative discomfort.