Monday, August 9, 2010
The Burnt Bits
Yes, when one of these fluffy little creatures comes into your life, you expect things to change. You expect some destruction.
I'd just cast off the final piece of my Edie sweater and was feeling very pleased. I noted that Wee Davie was happily napping in his bed and thought... oh, I can nip off for two seconds to press these pieces without shutting the door to the dining room. I set up the iron, was just starting to press the back, when I turned and there was Wee Davie, making a beeline for the basket of freshly laundered clothes at my feet. I raced to wrangle him, sorted him in mere seconds, and then turned back to the ironing board...
Yes, I'd left the iron ON the piece of knitting.
I never do that.
I did that.
There was a brown mark.
Perhaps it's gunge? I thought hopefully. That's it, my perfectly clean iron just had a fit of brown gunge. Because, you know, that's better than the alternative. I'll wash it. It'll be fine.
Yes, I was kidding myself.
Even now, I look at it in certain lights and, really, I can't hardly see the brown burn.
Of course, if I take a photo...
You can see the burn, can't you?
But rather than cry or throw a tantrum, I laughed as Wee Davie set about attacking his squeaky cow and picked up my Tilting Tenths and finished the second one off. So, here they are! A mash-up of the Tilting TARDIS Cowl and Black Rose, although the latter was not specifically consulted - I just remembered what it looked like, in Black Trillium Tenth Doctor. And if you can't tell they're Doctor Who inspired, I despair of you.