Stocking Hat and Scarf

The blue and white cheerful stripes are so cute. I am nearly done with the scarf, the hat was finished last week. It takes me awhile to do scarves. They suck!!!
The weather is too pretty to be inside knitting. And yet I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing.

Stocking Hat

I am nearly done with a blue and white striped stocking hat for Amber's baby. I plan on making some kind of booties to go with it.
Somehow some malware ended up on my computer and I had to do a system recovery. It took all morning but eventually worked. I think this happens about every six months.
I am trying to get back to knitting and not eating! My doc appointment convinced me this is a medical necessity!
So, here I go.

STILL Working the Same Project.

I can't believe it myself. I, the fastest knitter- fast, sloppy and half-assed- am still working on the dolly pink sweater. Jeez it's been weeks..the hat took about an hour and a half, and this sweater has just gone on forever. And I don't think I ever actually tried the hat on the doll, either. So it probably wont fit.
I am thinking my next project will not take nearly so long. I hope not, anyway. And I'm not sure what I want to do, either. I found an old pattern for some booties, and they are cute little maryjanes, which I've wanted to do forever. Might give that a go. But I have one sleeve left on the sweater, so I have to get that out of the way. Ugh. Life has been exactly like this project- droning on and on and on. Nothing really bad or good.

Starting Slowly

This morning when I got up I felt a lot better. As though I had slept better. Even with everything going on- stray dog taken in- ugh we don't need another dog but he's a pit and gorgeous and so good- leash trained, sweet and friendly even with the cats. Oh, dear.
I knitted quite a lot last night, getting on with the sweater that has stalled me so completely. Of course that was my arm, shoulder....it was weird, the whole right wing was so weak, and my elbow was sore as can be, like the funny bone almost. God I am sick of aches and pains and whining like an old person.
That's the problem with getting old!

Still Nursing My Wing

Jeez, this is ridiculous. I have been suffering with my right arm and not knitting much at all. I've noticed a lot of weakness in the recalcitrant limb, unable to rest a lot of weight on it. Getting out of bed is rough.
The last two nights I have slept better, and I'm hoping I am on the down side of this thing. Reminds me of when I got in the car wreck in 96. Rough!

Broken Wing

Well my wing isn't broken but my right arm, shoulder and elbow are a misery! I think it all stemmed from a bad case of couch neck that's been going on for a couple weeks. Feels like YEARS. So I had a time when I couldn't even eat with my right hand. Now it's getting better and I need to get back to knitting, because it's been over a week since I've done anything. Anything!!!!! I think it's a record.
I hope to get a pink sweater going to go with a cute lil pink hat. I hope to do something with the shoe idea. But all I've done for a week is languish and watch TV. On the upside, I have completely gotten away from nicotine. I haven't had any nicorette in a while- couple weeks maybe, made the transition to regular chewing gum. It's a blessing to be free. And one I fully appreciate. Don't miss the highs and lows at all. I think it may be fully out of my system for the first time in five years. Even when I quit smoking I still chewed the gum. So. I did it! For once. March 2011 was a banner year for me and the demon tobacco.
I think I can keep it up.

Nothing

When I wrote that I thought of Louis XVI and his diary entry on the day the Bastille was stormed (I think, or it might have been the day of the Tennis Court Oath. One or the other) and he wrote,"Nothing." Scholars have explained it meant his hunt that day had yielded nothing. In my case it means, I have nothing on my needles. That is too, too weird.
I got sick with some kind of mystery plague last week. Friday, Saturday I was feeling gross, by Sunday I was unable to work. I showed up anyway then went home about ten, nearly hallucinating. My throat was so sore I couldn't swallow and I just wanted to lie down. Which I did. For four days. Monday the doc gave me a z-pack, and I feel better, almost cured, but I still haven't picked up the needles.
Part of it is illness- related. Something going on with my neck and arm, I couldn't even eat with my right hand. That's been as big a misery as the throat. Sleeping, sitting. It hurts now! But bearable. I thought it was couch neck. Who knows.
So I worked yesterday, barely chugging along, and made it. So today, I am sure will be better. And hope they have the part fixed at work that keeps causing crashes and handpays. It's been a struggle. Wish I felt better. This is the longest I've gone without knitting that I can remember.