I finally picked up my knitting needles this weekend, after an excessively long break. I made a cowl, because it looked warm and cozy in this picture here.
The Princess loves it and thinks it’s a thneed. In case you haven’t read the book or seen the Lorax (my kids have seen it 5,456 times), here’ the explanation of a thneed:
“A Thneed’s a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need!
It’s a shirt. It’s a sock. It’s a glove. It’s a hat.
But it has OTHER uses. Yes, far beyond that.
You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!
Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!” -Dr. Seuss
She decided she wanted one of her own, but it must be pink. And I must get to work on it right now.
There was a reason I put my knitting on hold for so long. I’ve had a toddler around to help me knit on and off around 10 years. And the kids interrupt me so often that I forget what I’m doing and have start over again and again.
I don’t have that problem now. I have a new problem.
Meet Hannah Bananabeth. She’s aggressive in her attacks on my knitting needles, yarn and (ouch!) leg.
This is Percy “Maximus” Jackson. We’re Rick Riordan fans, can you tell? Percy is a shy but sneaky stalker. He gets as close as he possibly can. Then swipes.
When the Princess finally took off the original thneed and decided she would wait for her pink one, the cats argued over who would get to sit on it.
They decided to share.
I think I need to make a bigger thneed.