In the Eye of the Beholder

I wanted to share these pictures of knitted dissected animals. Which begs the question, who had the time to create a pattern and knit these? I do not even get to, let alone finish, the projects that will have a use. Scarves, sweaters, hats, blankets, pillows, etc. all have an serve a purpose when complete. Perhaps a 4Th grade science teacher with a show and tell complex came up with the idea. Maybe a knitting hermit who's dog brought home small sacrifices said "I've nothing better to do". They obviously had their life together to afford the time to make these. No cat hair floating around their home, no dishes, laundry, friends to visit. That's why there are menus, something for everyone.

The mind boggling thing about these pictures for me, is the time spent. This week is my monthly maintenance of me (the real UFO in this house). Every year that has slid by has brought it's own birthday gift in the form of some new body part requiring attention, a lot of attention. For example I spend 36 hours alone per year just staying a brunette. It started so innocently, just a stray grey or two that had to be hit. Now a scientific protocol is applied to the mixture that keeps the hair color of my youth. It's in my DNA. I come from a long line of hair dyers. It was like finding out there was no Santa Claus when my 92 year old blond grandmother finally admitted being a bottle blond. Until then I had just assumed my family had very good anti-aging genes. Turns out they could just scope out a good salon from forty paces.

My monthly maintenance this week will include dental, hair removal from the places that, of course, didn't go grey, a physical, mani/pedi, and oh so many other adventures in turning back the clock or at least winding it for another month. The consolation prize is plenty of waiting rooms to stitch and knit in. Saw a knitting pattern for an Elvis wig online so perhaps I can start on Halloween or stop dying my hair and use up all that extra yarn.