It's getting better all the tiiiime....

Bettah, Bettah, Bettaaaahhh... (I love me some Beatles.)

Thanks for the well wishes! I'm doing much better. Just aggravated that I'm not 100% yet. So as to not gross anyone out, I offer you a small picture of healing progress.


Those sutures came out today, but the booboo is all covered up with steri-stips right now, so think of it as looking just like that without the sutures. Ha. It almost doesn't hurt anymore. It just feels weird, because of the nerve damage in that whole area of injury. I have been cleared to use it normally now, so I may get some knitting done while I'm not shoveling the driveway. Or I'll crochet up an hedgehog. Either way.

Necessity is the mother of invention.

For a slightly blurry (okay, extremely out of focus) camera phone picture of the battle wound, I direct you here. This is what you must do to get out of shoveling the driveway. And even then, some people think that's a lame excuse. But, doctor's orders.

And here, I offer you the result of not being able to use a thumb but itching to knit:

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that would be the fruits of my crochet labors. Last night, I sat on the couch trying to figure out how to knit without my left thumb. Not happening. I thought about the crochet hook I had solely for knit fixes, and of the large stash of kitchen cotton I have. So, last night, I taught myself chain stitch, single, double, and half double crochet. I swung by Michaels on my way home from work (yes, in a snowstorm) to pick up a small assortment of crochet hooks, a couple more balls of cotton, and a couple of Sugar N Cream books with some basic dishcloth crochet patterns in it. I'm itching to make amigurumi critters now...

Someone out there is saying "I told you so", I just know it.

D is for Done... and Dumbass.

Done... almost. It was brought to my attention last night, as I griped about how to get the bird embroidery done, that it's much easier to do it before you close up the thumb. Aah, yes. So, no bird face yet, but...
Not bad for the first Fair Isle go-round. A bit lumpy, but it mostly blocked out. The palm stitches aren't super even either, partly because of my tension. Hopefully, now that I'm completely addicted to making mittens like these, my Fair Isle skills will get better..

As for the Dumbass portion of the show, well, let's just say it's nice to have completed some knitting. Because there won't be much for the next few days, if at all. I had a little mishap at work, involving a microtome, a fresh, new, unused microtome blade, and my thumb. I am still trying to figure out how to get the pics off my cell phone, but even if I do, I'm not entirely sure I'll post them. I can't use my left thumb at all for the next few days, while the doc hopes that blood supply will return to the huge chunk of flesh that I chunked off the tip of my thumb. Well, almost all the way off. It's baaaad. It's been a bad week. Maybe I'll call out tomorrow and spend the weekend in bed. It may be safer there.

Oh, and I fixed the evil radiators. The boiler just needed some sediment flushed. The cats have returned to their normal spaz routines.

Knock, Knock.

Who's there?

Earlier today, while I was at the barn, the heat in the house shut off. TC was home, so he went to the basement to investigate. Although it had been recently checked, the boiler in the furnace had run empty. TC refilled the boiler, and reset the furnace. Fired up, no problems. Until... the knocking started. All winter, we have not had one problem with the radiators knocking. Hissing, yes, but that's to be expected. So, I do some investigative work. Steam radiators and baseboards should not be bled, unlike forced hot water systems. It's a one pipe system, so the steam goes up, and the condensed water goes down. The knocking occurs when the steam and the water can't get past each other. Most places suggest tipping the radiator ever so slightly to help ease the returning water back down the pipes. Did that. No difference. My cats are going to have severe heart attacks pretty soon if this keeps up. So, I broke down and called the Papa. Sounds like we've got to wait until it all works out of the system... hope it happens before I go to bed, or I'm in for a long night.

Knitting has happened, contrary to the lack of photographic evidence. Wicked's past the split off of the sleeves, TC's second sock is off and running, and the second Bird In Hand is halfway done. Problem is, with the lack of daylight I've had in which to take decent pictures, I can't show you anything! Between long days at work and weekends full of wintry weather, I have had no good opportunities. Hopefully tomorrow there'll be enough natural light that pictures will be possible....

C is for Chevy.

Not what you were expecting, is she?

C is for Chevy
C is for Chevy
C is for Chevy

This is the horse that taught me how to ride as a kid. Her proper name is Cheval, french for horse. So we called her Chevy. (The bottom shot is her on the right with her old friend and doppelganger Jamille.) In these pictures, she's right around 30 years old. Old for a horse, not for a half-arabian horse. She was owned by a summer camp that I attended as a kid, and eventually worked for. When they retired her (thinking that she was a good 5 years younger that she actually was!), they gave her to me. I had her for a few years before an abdominal tumor interceded and she had to be put down at 32 years old. Before that weekend, however, we were going for gallops in the fields, trotting down the trails, never once feeling that I was riding an elderly horse. She was a fighter, one tough cookie, all the way up to and including her final hours.

I miss you, friend. Thank you for teaching me so much. And thank you for sending the little filly my way. She's just like you.

It's a Blogiversary!

So, I just looked back to see how long I've actually been keeping up with this blog, and wouldn't you just know it, TODAY happens to be my one-year blogiversary! I bring you the random knitting questionnaire I posted, along with commentary on the old answers...

1. Do you knit continental or English?

Continental, recent convert from English. - still prefer it, too!

2. How long ago did you learn to knit?

A few years ago. Only really started freaking out about it once I found the online knit community... - It's officially been 6 years now. And I learn something new every day.

3. First FO?

A Scarf made out of Homespun. *shiver* - I think I lost it. Or gave it away.

4. Favorite yarn?

hmm. so far, Colinette Point Five. - nah. Now, Malabrigo. Yah.

5. Favorite pattern?

Toe-Up Socks. Simple, smart. And Knitty's "Cocktail Monkey". - Toe up socks still rule. But I can't pick a favorite pattern now... I made two Clapotis, so I must like that one.

6. Favorite pattern source? - ah, the days before Ravelry...

7. Favorite needles?

Addi Turbos. If they made an interchageable Addi needle set, I'd sell an organ for it. - They almost do, it's from Knit Picks. I just got mine. And it rules. And I still have two kidneys.

8. Nicest thing you've ever knit?

I did Knitty's "Branching Out" scarf for a friend in Trendsetter's Tonalita. So preddy. - My Clapotis. And maybe the Hederas. Those came out really nice.

9. Most hated project?

That Homespun Scarf. - Anything I've knit with the cursed Berroco Softwist. Nice yarn, but I can't get anything I knit with it to work for me.

10. What do you have on the needles right now?

A Shrug for me (Been a UFO for two years...), a Wool-Ease sweater for DH, legwarmers for my cold mornings at the barn with the ponies, and a never-ending trail of baby hats. - The shrug got frogged, the sweater for DH is done, the legwarmers got frogged, and I can't remember the last time I knit a baby anything...

It's interesting to see how things change. Well, happy one year to me! Thanks to y'all for reading... I still can't believe I'm not just talking to myself. :)

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