I had big plans for big accomplishments today, I really did, but I slept until almost 9 o'clock and didn't really get moving, accomplishing things until after noon. I did yoga and paged through the paper. I crocheted loops for these four "training" socks that I'm repurposing for an Advent garland and sorted through the bin of yarnings in the living room.
I sewed the leaf onto September Preemie Hat #1. Isn't it pretty? I imagine a tiny sleeping diva wearing it.
I meant to sew on that shirt I cut out at work the other day but ended up finally re-cutting and sewing the swim bottoms for LC. It's not right. I'm going to rip out the waist elastic, make a casing, and then thread the elastic through it. Maybe that'll help. Maybe someday I can find a pattern for these so they'll turn out and not have to make them up and end up with an unsatisfactory result.
I did get all the laundry done though. Not carried up, folded, and put away but washed and dried anyway. I'll carry up the hanging clothes and the basket so Durwood can fold on Monday. Laundry's a team sport around here.
Oh, and I frogged the yoga sock at Knitting last night. It wasn't right. At least I was smart enough to realize that before I'd knitted a whole sock, cut the yarn, and wove in the tails. Weaving in the tails makes it challenging to rip apart. I can do it, have done it, but it's an adventure in frustration and cussing.
September 17--Eric L. Klein. Jacob caught sight of her for only a minute as her car passed him. He stood waiting for the light to change when she drove by and smiled at him, looked him right in the eye. Her teeth were the whitest white against her coffee complexion and her hair was in a hundred tiny braids. He craned his neck to see where she went. He hoped she wasn't just passing through town.
I'm tired of dragging around, being in a funk, and a bit of a fog. I have high hopes that my coming week up in the woods will go far toward clearing things out.