Last night I got home about 10 PM and quickly changed into my jammies so I could curl up with a knitting project. I was too tired to cast on or do anything too complicated so I sewed up the white and beige layered summer shell:
Luckily I got it put together last night because I would not have been able to do it today.
This morning I turned around at the top of the stairs to shut the door, lost my balance, and went shushing down to the bottom of the stairs on my right side, right arm extended, head first. Not a pretty site. We thought I broke a bone at the base of my thumb but did not. Actually I am just bruised and battered and banged-up, with no serious damage. Still I could not grip the darning needle today and I could not hold the crochet hook and make the right motion to finish the neck and sleeve edges on this sweater. So it waits.
There actually wasn't that much I could do today. No sewing. No knitting. No entertaining myself on the computer since I could not hold the mouse, press the mouse button, or type. I spent the day on the sofa with my right foot elevated and iced and my right arm elevated with ice. I did manage to catch up with the three issues of The Econonmist that arrived while I was away, and finish The Fall of France by Julian Jackson. By evening I was tired of reading (can this be true??) and was ready to flex my knitting muscles. Apparently the ice paid off.
It took most of the day for the swelling in my hand to go down enough that I could hold a knitting needle but I did manage that this evening, so I started the last sleeve on the Kingfisher sweater:
Unfortunately I did not get very far before I ran out of Venus. Hopefully the yarn is winging its way across the country to me now and I can finish this sweater over the weekend. I am slightly less than 1/5 done with this sleeve and there is probably enough yarn to knit one more row (knit sideways).
I am going to have to find another project, or go back to the cashmere, not that this is such a bad life. Of course, I have to stand up and walk to find yarn. hmmm...
Well, tomorrow is another, brighter, day.
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