Life's a Stitch

What am I ? I am three stitches neither knit nor purled. Give up? I am the three stitches on Li’s pinky finger, placed there as the result of an onion chopping accident.

In our house we have an event dubbed "the Cutco cut." Chuck’s had one, my mother has done it and now it’s my turn. Way back when, we were gifted with nice Cutco knives. I’ve always heard that it’s more dangerous to cut with a dull knife than a sharp one so we keep these honed like razor blades. They are a pleasure to work with. But last night, they not only cut through the onion like butter, if you’re squeamish, don’t finish this sentence, it took the little pad of my pinky finger with it. Bryant immediately went for his magnifying goggles to inspect the biological waste attached to the knife. "Cool," says he, you can see your fingerprints. "Get me my knitting," was my response. Armed with my knitting, my Starbuck’s mug filled to the brim with red wine, off to the walk-in clinic we went. The dr was wonderful. His assistant, the one I was praying wasn’t the dr (he was a very youthful, skinny, pale as death, could pass for the teen age receptionist’s little jr high school aged brother), gasped when he saw my finger. "Nice reaction," I said, not feeling badly enough myself. He was excused from the room, hopefully having learned a lesson in patient relations. When my sister was in dental assisting school, instead of "oops" or a variety of four letter words, they were instructed to state "there" in an emphatic manner. The moral of this aside: beware of dental assistants who repeatedly exclaim "there."  Back to the matter at hand, so to speak, this is my first experience with stitches other than those resulting from surgery or childbirth. Not bad for a woman of a certain age. Despite the huge bandage and the throbbing sensation in my pinky, it has barely slowed down my knitting.

I’ve started knitting yet another scarf, this time with Fey Fantasia. Again, I can’t seem to find it anywhere online except in parts of Asia. I feel really lucky to have a store in my area that carries it. This is supposed to be self patterning, but so far there’s not much in the way of a pattern that I can see:

I’ll be back on Friday.