I had all these plans for the weekend. Casting on a hat, casting on a pair of socks for Mr. Batty, possibly even casting on for Tangled Yoke. Instead, I simply flopped. I felt strangely tired and blah, and the only knitting I did was this sock. I call it the 1979 sock.
Why 1979? Because in person, these colors are exactly the burnt orange, olive green, and yellowish something-or-other that was all the rage that year. There are pictures of me in similar getups, dressed lovingly by a mother who wanted her daughter to look stylish. And let me tell you, I was stylin'!
This yarn is a gift from my sister. She was born in 1983... my guess is she didn't even know these socks would make me feel young again!
I wasn't the only one feeling floppy, either. This is Morgana flopping in my comfy chair, as if she owned the thing -- which, in her mind, she does.
I was browsing through some cat behavior books at the bookstore, and one of them pointed out that a cat who comes to you for snuggles considers you dominant/a parent figure. The cat who considers him/herself dominant graciously allows his/her retainers to come up and cuddle the superior feline Person. Given this analysis, I must say that it has been confirmed: Morgana thinks of herself as She-Queen of the Universe. No wonder she takes offense when I displace her from her throne!