It Is What It Is

Thanks to dear Susan, who reminded me in yesterday’s comments that the whole Holiday Thing “is what it is”, I will now continue to use this as my new mantra whenever I feel scroogey again. It’s already helping me to create a new and more positive mindset. I’m moving forward with a lighter mood and promise not to let the next month of increasing craziness get me down. After all, I have no control over others, only over me. Amazing what one little phrase can accomplish, huh? I’m truly grateful for my friends and family who remind me constantly about what’s really important in my life. As the saying goes: “You rock!”

So. Moving right along. I got one of the Candy Legwarmers done already. Sorry no photo yet because we’re back to dark as a dungeon around here with more heavy rain. Told you plain knitting goes faster! I made the knit section a half-inch longer and the upper ribbed section 1.5” longer for a total of 15” instead of the original 13”. I carried on at the top because I wanted to get to a better place in the colour sequence to bind off. Anyway I did finally find the yarn’s pattern repeat just past 10” of knitting. Now to make another one to match! I’m not used to doing pairs one at a time but I only have one set of 3mm dpns. I’m going to have quite a bit of yarn left over too so maybe I’ll make Princess Pink a hat to go with her legwarmers. Not that she’s likely to wear it, but you never know!

Need to get some laundry done today. T-Man is taking the next two days off so we’ll either be out walking or working in the garden tomorrow if the expected lull in the rain happens. Gotta get out in the fresh air while the opportunity arises or you get cabin fever! It was lovely walking yesterday all by myself but it sprinkled lightly on me the whole time. Just enough to get my glasses wet so I couldn’t see properly. Blech. That’s one of the only times I actually mind wearing glasses: when it’s misting  and when I come in to a steamy room out of the cold. Otherwise, I’ve been wearing prescription lenses since I was 13 and I barely notice them. I can’t wear contacts either, so that’s not an option. As long as I can see what I’m doing and where I’m going.

Up, Damselfly! The bed needs to be stripped. And I promise not to fall off it again. The bruise from last time is still quite apparent and I don’t want to add another one. Hard to turn the other cheek! Ouch.