My husband speaks kindly about me almost 100% of the time. Just recently I said, "Would you tell me if I looked fat in this skirt?" and he said, "You look beautiful today." Note the masterful evasion there. Would he tell me? Doubtful. Would I actually want to know? Also doubtful.
So it grabbed my attention last night when I told him about my plan for Stella's Halloween costume. His response to my idea? "That's crazy."
Stella wants to be a cat lady for Halloween. She is going to wear a battered old bathrobe with fuzzy slippers and curlers in her hair, and she is going to have cats in her pockets and cats on her sleeves and possibly a cat on one foot. It is not clear yet exactly how many cats will bedeck her costume, because I am going to knit the cats. The thrift stores didn't have any stuffed cats and eBay prices were higher than I wanted to pay, so...logic, right?
Elwood would not use the word "logic" anywhere in the vicinity of this plan. For a non-knitter he has an unusually keen appreciation of the time required to knit an item, because he has often been the person covering non-knitting holiday preparation duties while I hunch over a piece of deadline knitting with the Scowl of Total Concentration and a Wee Soupçon of Repetitive Strain Injury upon my face. There was, for instance, the Christmas I decided on December 19 to make a stuffed elephant for my nephew.
I was finishing the elephant's final limb as my nephew pulled into our driveway on Christmas Day; Elwood was peeling five pounds of potatoes.
It seems to be a quirk of mine that I always bite off a little more than I can chew with Halloween costumes, so this is pretty on brand. But as an argument for my sanity, let me point out that the cats are a lot quicker than the elephant. Bulky weight yarn instead of DK; size 10.5 needles instead of size 2; easy-peasy knitting with no tricksy new techniques. They still need eyes and whiskers and front paws, but none of that will take very long.
Also, aren't there, like, weeks left until Halloween? I think, just between you and me and the internet, that I might rip back the lighter gray cat's head to make it match the dark gray one more closely.
Maybe I won't mention that step of the plan to my husband, though.
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