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Flashback to February

What was I thinking?

Heheheh, I originally wrote, "What was I tinking?"  Here's the deal, I am One Finger Bandaged this morning (it could very possibly be Two Fingers by this afternoon) and it's throwing off everything.  There was no tinking, but there was a little ripping -- Saturday night, but I'm over that now.

I was momentarily bored with the knitting and very, very sleepy yesterday afternoon.  Knit-knit-knit, purl 2 together, knit 3, make 1, knit (or purl, depending), maybe purl a few more (or knit, depending), knit, purl, knit, purl, zzzzzzz.  By the time I decided that maybe I should take a nap, it was really too late, so instead I changed the pace.  I ripped the upholstery off of a footstool in the living room, gathered the necessary tools, and started to recover it.  I've had the fabric and trim, the cardboard upholstery strip thingy, the tacks and decorative nails for a long time... a very, very, very long time.  Maddy used to use this footstool as a table at which to eat her cereal while watching morning cartoons.  She hasn't been up early enough for morning cartoons before school in... well, a really long time.  I didn't completely finish the stool, but got pretty far, and I thought about taking a progress picture, but decided to wait 'til morning -- I was envisioning morning light.  I don't know what I was thinking, though, because there hasn't been "morning light" at that time of the morning in I don't know how long.



So what's up with the bandage? Did you hurt yourself with recovering the stool?


Whats with the bandaged finger? Did you hit it with a hammer, staple it, cut it? Do tell us? More importantly can you still knit?


I am so ready for the morning light to return! How did you hurt yourself?


kisses for your boo-boo!


Don't tell the boo boo is from yeaterday's post?


Hope you are okay -- is it a footstool injury?


I hope your finger isn't so badly hurt that you can't knit! I'm sending you quick-healing vibes. :-)

I've had wild-hair-up-the-rear-end afternoons like that too. Mine usually lead to an insane cleaning frenzy where I yell at everyone and fill large bags with stuff to take to Goodwill. Either that or I roam around the house all agitated but can't pick a particular project (and there are ALWAYS projects) on which to focus my energy.

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