I tend to drop lots of things… dishes, cups, clothes, pens, pencils, knitting needles. You get the idea. It’s like my hands don’t remember what they’re supposed to be doing. The minute I look away or lose focus for any reason they rebel and something inevitably hits the floor. I’m thinking that M.S. lesions might be causing neurological disruptions. So in an effort to thwart further loss of feeling, etc. I’ve been making a concerted effort to grip items. Um, I think from the looks of this pen
that maybe I need to ease up a bit. This might explain the high casualty rate of wooden double points while making socks. My current pair of socks in progress are being knitted on a set of mismatched size 0’s. Not only are they made of different woods, but the lengths vary as well so that switching needles is awkward. I have to slide the knitting from one end to the other on the longer needles and bunch it up on the shorter ones.
Luckily for me, Karen found a LYS near her which was having a 50% off sale. Unfortunately it was due to the store closing. She was able to pick up 8 pairs of dps for me so that I’m well-stocked again. Although I do feel sorry for the shop owners.
The needles and check passed each other in the mail. Maybe she can use it to replenish her chocolate stash (which was raided by her own little gremlin). Everyone needs a supply of chocolate, prozac, caffeine or other comfort for those trying moments. And with her packing, moving, finding new schools for her girls, etc. right now chocolate is necessary. Like oxygen. Thank you for the needles Karen, now my stash is replenished too! Hope all is well up yonder with you.
And today during my lunch break I cast on a Krista sweater.
It feels wonderful to be knitting something other than socks on mismatched needles or lace. The yarn is some Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino from my stash. Hopefully the sweater will be a quick knit. As I’ve stated in the past, sometimes a quickie feels so good!
Hope you all have a good weekend. And here’s hoping that certain dog owners in the greater St. Louis area wise up and take care of their pooches. Cindy and dear Grover deserve a peaceful walk.