Peabody & FrouFrou (aka Siamese & wool)
FrouFrou is made from pink & orange mohair. She’s soft as a bunny and has her stage gear trim on.
Peabody is her biggest admirer, for all the wrong reasons.
The inspiration for Frou came from my friend Helen’s, Laura Ashleigh cardie. It’s mohair with ribbon trim finish and looks smashing on.
While Frou (let’s call her W) was simple to knit, I did encounter problems keeping her from her special best friend: a Siamese called Peabody (let’s call him S).
You know the drill: It just is that S ♥ W.
If S gets really quiet, I can bet he’s opened the cupboard that houses the special felt toys, or he’s found my unfinished, dry-felted curtain and has taken it to his lair. It’s not uncommon for him to string my knitting in progress around the house in five seconds flat. Sometimes it seriously looks like CSI tape by the time he’s done.
Recently he took off with a brand new ball of plum-coloured mohair. He turned it into his own style of knitting by undertaking the following moves: crocodile roll, kick kick kick, bite bite.
I wrongly thought that by letting him have his own project, he would leave mine alone.
So Frou’s done extremely well to survive to photograph stage, though there were a couple of close calls. I chopped out more than one round of kittyknitting from the skeins, after having turned my back for oh so short a time!
Housework vs creativity
It’s Sunday, and a gorgeous 17 degrees here in Healesville. My Siamese, Peabody, just brought in a tail-less lizard that’s still alive.
Bring on the smoke & mirrors: cat food in front of cat, dustpan and broom in front of lizard, quick skip to the garden with lizard, which is, thankfully, unpunctured and now free.
Peabody is a Siamese bought from a pet shop. He has a Siamese head but the fluff of another breed – a squirrel perhaps – and the body of a vegetable: sweet potato comes to mind.
He has Siamese fetching characteristics and I’m teaching him to dance (well, maybe he thinks I’m teaching him to attack). He has the high mew of a kitten and not that lovely Gang Gang cockatoo croak (though on occasion he seems to find this sound).
How does this relate to ‘housework vs creativity?’. Well, housework doesn’t move me very much and it brings on a bad case of the procrastinations. But chores need to be done, so I’ll ring fence my wayfaring with a to do list:
- mop floors
- have lunch with ex boyfriend
- clean up work email
- knit (ooh, it’s trying to wriggle out of fourth position)
- make dinner
- take a walk
- write a blog before turning in.
I’d better go before my ex comes and he finds me typing and the floors are still covered in fluff bunnies and I’m in my dressing gown and there’s no lunch and no knitting….
Ah, there’s the motivation…
