Life's a Stitch

While travelling in WA, we stopped at the LYS near our weekend place. It’s nice enough, but has a huge inventory of Fonty yarns and not enough of others I read about in knitting blogs. Feeling proud of myself for having resisted temptation, while walking toward the door I am lured to an amazing blend of colour and texture. It is the magic of Jamaique pictured here. To top it off, one skein is 160 metres, enough to make a scarf. A woman can never have too many scarves. Ask the French. And no human can have enough colour and texture in their life. Ask me.

I am now caught in the wool web. How come I didn’t notice that soft and fuzzy felted hat? A must have, two more skeins added to my purchase. I know I’d have a hard time convincing you, but I am very good at resisting the temptation to spend. Added up, that’s $100 US dollars in two days. And that’s only for the knitting stuff.

This weekend I also succumbed to the Musk shea butter massage soap. It’s supposed to be a necessity for the knitting bag in order to soothe those dry chapped hands after a hard day of knitting. Chuck says, by the name he’s not sure if it belongs in the kitchen, bathroom or bedroom.

That was the high, now to the low side. I was just at the vet for the third time this week with Gracee. She had an eye infection that wasn’t responding to meds. Yesterday they discovered her cornea had ruptured. She was put on three different drops and told to come in today for a followup. Today they discovered a small pricker embedded in her eye, above the lid. The root of the problem! Thank goodness. On a sad note while we were there a kind man brought in a fluff ball of a dog asking for it to be checked out as it had just been hit on the freeway. I thought that the dog was behaving pretty well for having been hit. What was I thinking? It turns out the dog was DOA. It was just a puppy without a collar or any identifying marks. Someone is going to be really upset. I am.