Your Fat Fighting Question of the Week: How can I learn to slow down and enjoy what I’m eating?

How to Custom Fit Your Knitted Knee Socks. I’m all about the knitting links here lately. I’ve got my knitting mojo back! (It helps that I’m working on a super secret project.)

Dark Mark Illusion Scarf. That is BAD. ASS.

More photos from WWKIP Day: Mary-Helen, Michelle, Charisse, Kate, Gemma, and Andrew. And David’s posted his podcast, in case you want to hear our ambient noise. (He also interviews me. I sound WEIRD. Do I really sound like that?)

Under the Weather
Poor, poor Puss Puss. It was time for Dr. Amy Jones’s annual checkup and shots, so the Snook and I took advantage of our new GoGet membership and borrowed “Enda the Yaris” for a couple hours yesterday morning. So on top of the normal stress of taking the cat to the vet – which she hates – I also had to contend with driving in Sydney – which I’m not used to – and a bucketing rainstorm. I think the cat part was the worst though. She YOWLS like we’re killing her, making unholy noises that no Earth creature should make. She pants and scrabbles to get out of her carrier. It’s not pleasant. I got us to Petersham, though, and the Snook took her in while I spent a harrowing ten minutes trying to find somewhere to turn around and park on Stanmore Road. Eventually I made it in to learn that she’s perfectly fine, other than some tooth buildup from the cheap grocery store food we give her. (Yes, we were suitably chastised by the nice vet.) Then it was another twenty minutes of yowling and scrabbling until we could get her home. The shots kicked in a few hours later… and it was honestly heartbreaking to see. She spent the whole night curled up between my feet on the bed and didn’t even bother to wake us up in the morning. She didn’t feel like eating or playing. And the worst part is, you can’t really communicate to a cat that it’s for her own good, you know? I just tell myself that she lives a spoiled existence for 364 days out of the year; one day of inconvenience is a fair trade.

How to Lose Most of a Sunday Morning
Ravelry is turning in to SUCH A TIME SUCK. And I mean that in the best possible way. I now have 22 projects posted, all with photos and as many details as I can remember. (So far the Argyle Kitty Kat Cardigan seems to be popular; it has three “Favorites” already.) I’ve also spent way, way too much time flipping through pages of Finished Objects, favoriting things I like and queueing up things I want to make. I can’t link to the individual pages yet since the site’s still in beta, but luckily all the photos are on Flickr so I can link to them there. Here’s a sampling of stuff I’m in love with: gwinniegirl’s Tardis phone cozy, tentenknits’ Moulin Rouge top, Devvy’s ripple afghan, knitorious’s St. Brigid (by Alice Starmore), and thomasina’s DNA Scarf.

Worldwide Knitting in a Freakin’ Squall Day
Sydney knitters are the TOUGHEST knitters in the world, dammit! Here we are suffering the worst weather in thirty years, and yet 27 people still braved wind, rain, and freezing temperatures to knit together at the Opera House today.

Photo courtesy of jenwren, who has others here.

Thank you to everyone who attended. And for those who didn’t, you’ll be able to relive the experience via David’s podcast, which he recorded live today. I’ll post links to more photos as people upload them!

Yay, an interview with Tara D, who is definitively my favorite person that ever went to Ohio State. 🙂

Why do cats follow you into the bathroom? HA! Yeah, ours does this. She just doesn’t like the idea of closed doors and places she’s not allowed to go. She’s similarly entranced by the kitchen cupboards and the drawer in my nightstand.

Severe weather warning. Oh, this is just GREAT. Do you know, we haven’t had rain for over two weeks? (I am acutely aware of this fact thanks to the gang of local birds that had a lilly-pilly party and proceeded to poo purple fruit seeds all over our garden.) And of course it comes NOW, the day before WWKIP Day. We will have shelter from the rain, but I’m not sure how many people will venture out if it’s blustery and cold. That suuuucks.