Proto-Swarf and Punctures

So, I'm working on a pattern for a shawl. Have been for a couple of months now. Anyway, I've managed to get my butt in gear a little bit and actually knit up the charts that I made forever ago. A couple of you know what this thing could look like when I can make what's in my hands resemble something like what's in my head. At the right (no, your other right) is a photo of not-quite-half of the proto-swarf. How the heck did it get that name? you ask. Well, I'm glad you asked. It started out as a swatch. Then it became the tapestry swatch. (Which got frogged due to multiple circumstances that I won't go into here.) Then I made a Luna Moth Shawl that turns out to be for a Christmas gift. And, after that, I thought I'd make another LMS for myself, only in this pretty, rusty color. Well, the yarn didn't want to be a LMS. It didn't want to be a Forget-Me-Not Shawl, either. I know. I tried. Twice.

So, after some deliberation, pleading, and threats with a flamethrower, the pretty, rusty-colored yarn became The Swatch. Which, in one of our laundry-soap-induced fits, Ames and I re-christened it The Swatch Scarf. And, well, you know me. I like to shorten words. A lot. So it was re-re-christened The Swarf.

Earlier tonight, while I was working the kinks out of my hands (from the knitting, you gutter-minds. Yeah, you know who you are. Don't make me point you out to the rest of the class!), I showed it to OH, who asked me what the hell a swatch is. After I explained, he responded with 'Oh, a prototype. Why didn't you just say that instead?'

After bandaging my forehead and repairing the dents in the desktop, I have hopefully settled with calling it The Proto-Swarf.

And, yes, I intentionally left it rolled around and not showing really anything of the pattern. Hey, I'm hoping to make it into a Mystery KAL one day....

In other news, Lil Miss Mo has apparently decided that I'm one of her new scratching posts or something. I'm finding cat scratches (no fever) in some odd places. Like on my stomach. And shoulderblades. Just to name a few. Oh, and I'm the proud new owner of a puncture wound on one of my thighs. Good thing she's so darn cute!