Intolerable Cruelty

One of the things that I did when I was home on Tuesday, was to update Ravelry. Here is the original picture of the finished skirt, posted in late March 2010.



Here is the front view of the finished skirt.



Here is the back view.



And a close-up of the handpainted silk ribbon, which does not contrast so violently in real life.



The finished skirt is 3.75” across at the waist; 4.5” across at the hip; and 12.25” in length. I did not need to run shirring elastic through the ribbing on the inside, as I had thought I would. This is for Celeste.

In other news, the side effects of the new guy’s chemo kicked in yesterday. Extreme sensitivity to cold (chopping carrots just out of the fridge was tolerable; wrangling a frozen chicken made his hands feel as if they were on fire). The anti-nausea medicine is working, thus far. He felt a little queasiness, but his food is staying down. This morning the pump comes off, and he gets to take a shower. He is a manly man, and sponge baths are for babies.

I told him, irreverently, that the cure for cold hands is a warm wife. [Hoping it would make him laugh, not make him nervous.]

There is something in the air, here in North Texas. I am suddenly coughing and gagging. Something tells me it that this is going to be a Mucinex day.

Weird dream last night: I was kissing a man I know [relax, Brother Sushi, it wasn’t you] while arguing with myself that this was not the behavior of a woman in love. My conscience never sleeps. Waking, I can appreciate that. I can remember trying to pray for an answer, or help, in the dream, as to what it all meant. [I think it means that it’s been over a year since I was well-and-truly kissed, and I probably need another massage. Thank Heaven for my Primary kids, who are all over me at church, and for the Bitties, whom I will see at the tribal birthday party on Saturday.]

I have the first repeat done on Chemo Cap the Second. I am loving it. Knitting, at least, makes sense to me, even if the inside of my head while I am sleeping, does not.