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How Do you Mend a Broken (Martini) Heart?

Do you know what happens to a martini glass when it sits neglected in the china cabinet? It dies of a broken heart.

The Gray One tries to tell me that it was a vampire martini glass and the toothpick I used to hold my olives last time served as the wooden stake that slayed it. I think the Gray One watches too much Buffy.

My attempts at pursuing knowledge about Flash ActionScript yesterday didn't go very far. I couldn't get a toehold and the syntax and layers are totally confusing right now, so I wandered down to the Parlor, wondering what I was going to do. I knit another row on DaCapo. The rows are over 400 stitches now, so it takes a while.

Then I decided to go look around the Yarnitorium to see if anything called my name. I opened a few drawers, shuffled around to the backs of shelves, glanced at the pile of stuff on the table, heaved a sigh, and left. Checked my email, got some more water, ignored the walls.

Back downstairs, knit another row on DaCapo. Decided to take another gander at the Yarnitorium, and finally "discovered" these-- inside a bag, inside a drawer, from a year or so ago.

Now if these little needlepoint canvases can't cheer someone up, nothing can. So I decided to work on them, especially since they are destined for the bathroom I just painted lavender.

I gathered all my equipment-- needle, "parking lot" magnet, laying tool, scissors. Then I thought how cold my toes were. And remembered-- I bought some Barefoot Mountain Colors sock yarn the other day. I was going to make toe-up socks for the first time.

So I wound up a ball of the yarn, found two set of two sizes of needles (thinking to avoid second sock syndrome and running out of yarn by knitting both socks approximately simultaneously), found my copy of Simple Socks Plain & Fancy, and made:

a toe

I was so pleased with myself for a couple of seconds.

Then I looked at the "waste yarn" I had used for the temporary caston. It was from a ball of yarn I had bought to make One Of Susanna's Two-Thirds Sachet. I took her class at Gig Harbor, she was the most wonderfully organized person there, and a marvelous teacher. I didn't do justice to the sachet I started in class because the beads perfectly matched the yarn, and I wanted something a little bit more pronounced.

So, abandoning my toe, I sought out some yarn and beads to make a sachet. The chosen fiber was silk/wool, the same that I tried unsuccessfully to unload in my destashing days. I cast on and knit some rows of the sachet.

My toes were still cold, reminding me of my sockless toe, which I decided needed to grow. (A sane person might have just gone upstairs and put some socks on.) I spent the rest of the day and evening dividing my energies between DaCapo and DaSocko. I still have 7 ridges to go before the back of DaCapo is finished, but at least I made it through the day.

The comments and suggestions yesterday were encouraging and heartwarming. Even though I could never make myself go out for a walk, I was warmed by your good wishes and understanding. Thank you.

Posted by Sheila at March 4, 2004 08:30 AM | TrackBack