Well, the Beamish Boy is home for vacation - next term he takes his Finals and (I hope) graduates. Where did the time go? I swear, the last time I looked, he was sitting on the sofa in his pyjamas, chewing his toenails and watching 'Dangermouse'.
Oh, wait. That was this afternoon....
Well, I finshed camisole A (see a few posts back), washed it and blocked it. It looks gorgeous, it has worked just as I hoped it would, and the colours absolutely glow.
Now, before I go on with this anecdote, I have to explain a few details.
1. I don't move fast.
2. Especially when I am in bed, which is one of those snazzy electrical jobs, but moves even slower than I do.
3. I block finished items at one end of my desk, which is the other end of my bedroom from my bed.
4. My cats ignore any order I give them.
Ok, so I was on the phone with Serena (who has, incidentally, done her duty and added herself to the Frappr map. Just saying....). We were happily chatting away when I noticed Chloe lumbering up onto the desk - she's rather old and has lost her bounce, bless her.
She sniffed the camisole. I told her to get down.
She lay on the camisole. I told her to get down.
She stretched out her neck and, before I could get to her, casually chucked up a hairball onto it.
I may have deafened Serena at this point, and if I did, then I apologise.
With gritted teeth and murder in my heart, I rewashed it (thoroughly) and reblocked it. It doesn't seem to have suffered too badly. And, as I said to Serena once I started breathing again:
'At least I can blog about it...' :)