I seem to have acquired a new nickname. Crazylegs. Addressed to me in the buffet line at the dance last night, by the brother in Secondborn’s ward whom 2BDH thinks should ask me out. But who has not. But I digress.
I had a blast at the dance, East Coast Swing with my favorite dance partner, a couple of slow dances with other friends and acquaintances, mostly just lots of good old-fashioned foot-stompin’ rock and roll. I remained lively until nearly the end, leaving at 11:20 or so rather than midnight. And staying awake until after midnight, once I got home.
Proving that the age of miracles is still with us, I was able to roll out of bed this morning under my own steam. There are a few aches and creaks, but nothing hurts. And the blisters I thought I might be putting on my feet [I dance barefoot] are nowhere in sight this morning. Although I think there might be some brownie crumbs permanently fused to a callus or two.
Happy New Year, everybody! I slept in until after 7:00, have inhaled some breakfast, and am almost ready to take on the day. First item of business?
There are some of you who think my knitting is the equivalent of walking on water. So not true. I make mistakes, just like everyone else who picks up sticks and string. Here, to start off the new year on a proper note of humility, is a spectacular one.
Behold the noble experiment, also known as the Mean Green Jellybean. It does not look half as awful in this picture as it does in real life. Camo upchuck. The visual equivalent of much of Prokofiev’s work. [I love Peter and the Wolf, and the Lieutenant Kije Suite, and *that’s it*. Here is a link to mp3’s of both works. Boris Karloff narrates the first.] These greens are Ugly Stepsisters, each quite civil on her own, but poisonous when you get them together.
I think I will frog back to the end of the toe increases and knit something like unto a plain green sock [albeit a short one; Jitterbug is a lovely but notoriously skimpy yarn at 320 yards, and I have been spoiled by Wollmeise-ish generosity].
I have documented the changes to this project, over on Ravelry, and now I will go back and see what the January Sockdown challenge is. Maybe I can knit two birds with one Magic Loop?
Tomorrow? Look for my thoughts on New Years’ resolutions.
- Four 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!