I Won (Knitting) Olympic Gold. Feh.
So, I finished my Olympic Knitting in plenty of time before the real Olympic torch was extinguished.
And honestly? I could not have cared less.
Seriously, it is the most unsatisfying thing I've ever knitted, especially when the end result looks so small and not-at-all stole-like.
I washed it and blocked it before I even wove in the ends because, well, why bother? (Plus, I forgot.)
So, then Ana (11) and I decided that at least we should have some fun with it and we decided to use the pets to model it. (Okay, this is after I suggested that SHE model it and the look of revulsion that crossed her face made me realize that I had crossed the Invisible Cool Mom Line (ICML) so I hastily changed the subject.)
We didn't have great luck with Edward, who is firmly convinced of his own unadorned beauty therefore refused to even, um, WAKE UP for the photo shoot. (Freaking prima donna.)
So, then I tried to put it on the Puppy Austin whereupon Scout (our older, mentally unstable dog) came UNGLUED. Yes, Scout--our dog who pees all over himself if you so much as look at him while you are saying hello, decided the time had come to take a stand. He was going to protect his friend Austin from Scary Knitted Goods! Because they are Knitted. And Scary!
I thought he was going to nip me, which is when I made the Scary Knitted Goods look like nice soft wisps of lace by comparison. (Because, you know, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THEY ARE.) (And then I got to clean up the floor.) (Freaking submissive urinator.)
So then we tried Thomas, our big fat kitty.
Thomas, it turns out, is a NATURAL at this modeling gig.
"You're sure this is a designer original?"
"Let me have a moment here to find my inner motivation..."
Thomas's come-hither waif (HAHAHAHA!) look.
"Don't hate me because I am orange."
"Fasten your seatbelts, kittens, it's going to be a bumpy night."
Next year, I'm thinking about knitting my own final resting place.