Originally Posted by Yogi19:
Originally Posted by Madame Arcati:
When it comes to people dressing up their pets I don't have an opinion either way. But what I will say is that, in most of the pictures I have seen of pets in fancy dress, the models never appear to be particularly thrilled with their 'look'.
I imagine they feel pretty much as I did when, as a child, I was presented with a jumper/cardigan that had been knitted by my grandmother, in various hideous colours, more holes than a piece of Swiss cheese and, invariably, one sleeve considerably longer than the other. I had to try it on and parade around the room in order that everyone could admire my new Christmas jumper.
Makes me so glad that neither of my grandmothers were knitters.
Originally Posted by Cinds:
Originally Posted by Madame Arcati:
When it comes to people dressing up their pets I don't have an opinion either way. But what I will say is that, in most of the pictures I have seen of pets in fancy dress, the models never appear to be particularly thrilled with their 'look'.
I imagine they feel pretty much as I did when, as a child, I was presented with a jumper/cardigan that had been knitted by my grandmother, in various hideous colours, more holes than a piece of Swiss cheese and, invariably, one sleeve considerably longer than the other. I had to try it on and parade around the room in order that everyone could admire my new Christmas jumper.
My mother had a knitting machine, I had all sorts of hideous knitted ensembles, when she first got it she didn't always get the tension right and we were forced to wear cardigans with the same movement of corrugated cardboard. We went to school like cardboard cutouts.
Gosh, Cinds, I didn't realise that knitting machines also produced disastrous results.
Granny wasn't a bad knitter, at first. It was when she acquired a TV set that the knitting went to the dogs (no pun intended). She couldn't take her eyes off the set and when she did glance down at the stuff her knitting needles were churning out we would hear the familiar cry of 'Oops-a-daisy' as she realised that, whilst she was engrossed in her TV show, several stitches had been dropped, knitted together etc.
