St. Louis here I come
After much careful consideration, I went ahead and packed the yarn that I've been working on forever. I'm determined to find a pattern for it.
So probably no blogging unless I blog from the parentals. Details next week.
This blog is dedicated to my search for the perfect shoes and the perfect yarn.
In spite of all the drama in my life, broken bones, doctor's appointments, visitors (Hurrah!) and work (13hours today alone) there is actually knitting going on. Haven't shown a lot of progress pictures, because everyone knows what a Clapotis looks like by now, although I don't think I'll ever get over the glee at dropping those stitches. I also tried to start another sock and didn't get any farther than the toe before I ripped it out. Back to the drawing board there. Well, wish me luck. Last week and this week are probably going to be 2 of my busiest weeks all year. Fingers crossed!


I wouldn't have any luck at all. My father and I got to spend some bonding time together late Saturday night in the emergency room. I broke my 3rd and 4th metatarsal (sp?) bones in my foot. For those of you who have known me a long time, last time I broke my foot, I broke the middle three Tarsal bones. For those who want the fun details, slippery rug on a hard wood floor and that should be enough for your imagination to run wild and pretty much guess the entire truth. It doesn't really hurt too bad when I'm sitting down, but man, walking on it is killer... I thought I'd come home and put my boot on from the last time I broke my foot, thinking since it felt so much better last time, it would be the miracle worker, but it hurts even worse than this, so I'll continue with this until I see the orthapedic surgeon. Got to love my life...

