Just to underscore the point that the universe’s perversity prevents unalloyed joy, I report two positives and a negative.
TRIUMPH #1 – HOUSE SELLING: We were surprised to receive not only multiple offers on our current house, but an amazingly large number of multiple offers. Now naming base conditions, we go back to the herd and ask them to give us their best and final offer above those parameters. Apparently, all that cleaning was worth it.
TRIUMPH #2 – SUEDE T: I have completed all of the major pieces of my Suede T. Front, back and both sleeves are finished. I’ve sewn the shoulder seams and am now about to pick up the neckline stitches. I’d prefer to do the neckline in the round rather than as the pattern is written because I want to avoid a seam at one side of the neck. Again instead of the plain six rows of garter stitch, I’ll work eight rows that coordinate with the elongated stitch pattern I used at the body and sleeve hems. I’ll probably need to hide some scattered decreases in my in-the-round edging because it is wider than the original, and I want it to lay flat when worn.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t do this little bit over the weekend. Not only were we in exile from hearth, home, and computer in order to make way for the herd of house viewers; my stash including my needles is all still boxed up in the storage cubby. Providing traffic today isn’t too perturbed (I live in the greater Boston area, and the marathon has effects that ripple well past its rather limited corridor of location), I’m planning on raiding the cubby for supplies. Pictures will be posted as soon as I get the pieces put together. In the mean time, I’m helping out a friend by coming up with a pattern for a narrow novelty scarf knit from Berroco’s Zen, a ribbon yarn.
TRAGEDY – PET DEATH: Apparently the stress of molting was too much for poor little Crunchy/Fujitake. He’s gone to that Big Terrarium in the sky. The kids were upset to find the little critter out of his shell and sad to say – half eaten by his scavenging cage mate. We’re not sure if the other crab had an active part in the demise, or was just an opportunist. Stressed crabs sometimes do not survive molting, and it’s not unknown for a crab to attack another during that phase. We hadn’t removed the molter to an isolation cage because up until now, the two of them had happily co-existed through previous molts. So I’m feeling a little guilty about the whole thing. The remaining crab seems rather lonely now in spite of his snacking. They are social creatures (in a rather limited way). He’s nowwandering the cage turning over all the shells and cage furniture as if he was looking for his playmate. The kids are still sad but are recovering.