In any case, I had a day for me (that's actually more like a day for meeeeeeeeeee!!!! in my head.) I did lots of exciting things: I baked. I put away laundry. I surreptitiously threw away stuff that my husband will not part with but won't miss if they're gone (and, in case he reads this: the bowl was cracked. Cracked - much like you, sweetie.)
Then I waited till the sun came out briefly, took a snap and then wrapped up my friend Lenka's afghan:
(And this was not finished a moment too soon. I had just about reached the point where I was crocheting resentment and ill-will into every stitch, and that shouldn't be part of the present you give.)
I also started taking apart a jumper that my friend Vanda gave me: it's a cashmere pullover with excellent seams for unravelling:
|Although it almost seems blasphemous to take something like this apart, |
the wool was in need of a bit of tender loving care ... in the form of a Kool Aid bath.
|The first dreaded snip has been taken!|
Tomorrow, I'm going to dye it! This, as you might remember, involves Kool Aid and a big mess - hurray!