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Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I Fought the Soup, and the Soup Won!

The day started off well. I finished the gussets on the Noro Kimono before breakfast and got one of them half sewn in before I had to go assume the position at switchboard.

One of my attorneys called in to speak with his secretary. She was on another call. He asked to be put into her voicemail. I sent him to his instead and realized it as I heard his voicemail prompt. I was so startled that I didn’t pull him back to switchboard and try again. I just hit “release” and waited for him to call me back. Which he did, laughing. I told him, “Sorry, you didn’t need my help just so you could talk to yourself.”

The morning flew by. We had tons of mail, and the primary scanning operator was out taking care of some family business. So after I opened the mail and pulled all the staples and date-stamped everything, I scanned the smaller bundles until it was time for lunch.

And that is when life got interesting, in the Chinese-curse sense of the word.

I had our new admin snap that photo. She said, “I’m not able to get the whole shirt into the picture.” I told her that was just fine, I wanted a nice zoom-in on the splotches.

This is what happens when the contents of a soup container with a pull-tab decide to play Fourth of July. I was being so careful, too, easing back that lid a bit at a time, exerting just enough force to keep the momentum going. And then I got to that last little section, and blooey! One white shirt with a bad case of tomato pox.

I worked another hour at my desk and then took two hours of PT. The shirt is soaking in OxyClean. If that doesn’t take out all the splotches, I guess I have a new painting shirt. Thankfully it wasn’t a good silk blouse, but I’ve had that shirt for almost three years and managed to keep it looking nice, until yesterday.

After I came home, I finished the Noro Kimono. I even found a button in my stash, so this jacket has cost me 31 days and $12.50 [half of the $25.00 that I paid for this yarn and the burgundy mystery yarn it was knitted with before I frogged it]. It fits beautifully in the shoulders and yoke. I could not be more pleased!

The button is formed of a narrow ribbon, woven herringbone fashion, alternated with a strand of something like unto pearl cotton. The colors are wildly inaccurate, but the detail is pretty good.

And after Knit Night, I went over to Firstborn’s and gave her her birthday present a few hours early.

Behold the stealth project: Mrs Beeton, from Knitty. I used the Schaeffer Anne that was leftover from my moth-eaten Swallowtail, and a partial ball of Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran that I had bought to make yet another green pair of Fetching.


Lynn said...

And since I didn't say it in the original post, Happy Birthday, honey!

Jenni said...

Thanks. I couldn't sleep and I think it is getting old nerves as well as my current sky-high daily stress level. It was so good to see and talk to you last night. Thanks for my present and while I never like the cold weather, I am looking forward to being able to use them.

All Things Bright and Beautiful... said...

Oh those wrist warmers are too cute!

Bonnie said...

Those are very decorative and gorgeous, what exactly are they? Do they stick out from under jacket sleeves to make them look pretty, or are they more like fingerless gloves, without the glove part?

Tan said...

All my clothes looked like that while I was learning to cook Indian. Of course I had to check out various Indian restaurants so I would know what things were supposed to taste like. And I have an eating problem--I drop bits and splatter bits.

Kristen said...

I have a daughter who just might like some Mrs. Beetons.
Happy Birthday to your own daughter too :)