About a year ago I was in a pretty dark place.
I had just gotten a cast off my wrist and was rehabilitating the only way I knew how: by knitting myself a little something. I figured I'd start off easy and knit myself a scarf. Midway through, I looked over at my cat, Squirrel, who normally lays by my feet as I knit.
Now, Squirrel and I, we have a special connection – it's like we both went through a game of Jumanji and he was turned into a cat but the game never ended so he's stuck as cat ( a win in my eyes ).
But something about him wasn't quite right. Sure he looked good, but did he look great? More importantly, did he feel great? Did he believe me when I told him he was the most handsome cat around? No. He was in this dark place with me. I knew right away what had to be done. Squirrel needed a scarf and he needed it yesterday. I began to knit what would become the first CatScarf.
Once I draped that scarf around Squirrel's furry neck, I saw a change immediately. He went from feeling bored with his usual furniform, to feeling handsome as hell. He strutted around the house in that scarf for a week. Nowadays, he only takes off his scarf to put on his other scarves. He wears them in the boardroom, on his yacht, on his private jets, and while he plays jazz flugelhorn at the local nursing homes.
CatScarf has come a long way since that original scarf. Depending on his mood, Squirrel chooses from The Squirrel, The Clyde, The Sid & Nancy, or whatever new design I'm working on. All of his scarves are made from the finest fibers and are made by hand by his original human, me.
CatScarf: Hand Knit. High Fashion.