You can't always get what you want . . .

This was supposed to be a cat-bed or a nice deep basket. I knitted it with four strands of Pendleton weaving wool held together, then ran it throught the wash and dryer with a couple pairs of jeans. It fulled beautifully and and shrank only a little. I set it down on the floor for the kitties and seasoned it with catnip. Would they nest in it? (OK, everyone who owns cats - let's do this in unison. ) HELL NO! They would crumple down the edges and bury their fuzz faces in the catnip. Then they would grab the kitty bed in their claws and rub it over their ears. After enough catnip, Fly wound up lying UNDER the cat bed in a drunken stupor. But none of them, not one, was the least bit interested in using it for a lovely, cozy kitty nest. Hairy-butted ingrates.
So I am using it instead as a splendid tea cozy and too darn bad for the cats.

On our way home from Free Geek yesterday, our car suddenly swerved into a tiny parking area and began to jockey for a parking space. I looked my inquiry at DH and he said, "Didn't you see it?" It was a sign reading, "Foxfire Tea - wholesale and retail" These are people who really know their tea, and if that isn't enough to win your heart, they have friends who use left-over tea to dye fibers!! There was yarn dyed with black tea, with rooiboos tea and with coffee. There were gorgeous silk scarves dyed with various black, green and herbal teas and with coffee. I was smitten. We bought two kinds of blooming tea balls, some white rose and lavender tea (it's mild and flowery and I could just sit and sniff it all day long!) and right now, DH and I are drinking Iron Goddess of Mercy black tea. It's delicate, with a flavor like honey, but not the sweetness, and then you taste the TEA! Delicious, fascinating stuff. And for lunch, we are eating rosemary Triscuits wirh sliced ham and chedder cheese. Life is GOOD!

The wind continues to blow. Many power outages happened during the night. Luckily, they didn't happen to us. But the streets are thick with fir twigs and small branches, and every oak that held its leaves this long is naked now. Dry bitter wind and a lying sun that promises warmth but is cold as rented love. I am SO grateful to have a warm, dry house to live in.

Next knitting project: another moebius scarf using up some left-over greens. There's a red-headed math teacher at school who may appreciate a seamless moebius strip. And then, well, I could always use another tea cozy . . . peach and pink maybe. Or hats? Or vests? Or a sweater? we'll see what comes to the needles.