So, yesterday I had the CT scan of my heart, ringing down the curtain on the medical study in which I participated, and walked out with another $25 cash in my pocket. Which I promptly took to Braums for an eggnog ice cream cone, and then to the bead store.
Brought home two new packages of beading needles, one in size 13 and the other in size 15. As with crochet hooks, the larger the number, the finer the needle; these might be fine enough to navigate those peach baby freshwater pearls. Also two tubes of beads for doll necklaces and two featherweight hand-blown glass beads to make myself a pair of earrings.
Then I drove over to Arlington to see Fourthborn and give her the bag of stuff that I forgot to take to Thanksgiving dinner at Firstborn’s, and to talk doll stuff. From there I went to Subway and picked up dinner, then across the street to where I expected Knit Night to meet. I will need to go to our group’s page and figure out what happened, but I was the only one who showed up. Sat there in relative peace and quiet until 7:30, gathered up my stuff, and came home.
Put a movie in and sat down to turn 100 bags inside out, with the idea of tidying up the top edges once that was accomplished. This is what 100 money bags look like:
At which point my common sense [stop laughing] overrode my perfectionism, and I decided that my eternal salvation did not depend upon these bags being perfect. Good-enough would do.
Tonight I will work on 1BDH’s Christmas stocking. And in the meantime, I have completed nearly 7 repeats of pattern on the cuff of Willow’s second sock, and it is calling my name.
I did finally get the flowers put into a vase.
And now I am going to put those last four dead presidents into my wallet and take them out on a field trip. The Christmas lights down by the Pier One building are pretty amazing. I think I’ll put my camera into the Ubiquitous Red Bag, as well.
- 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!