I love the story about the difference between an optimist and a pessimist: two kids enter a room full of horse poop. One says, "Boy, it smells like shit in here." The second says, "I know there’s a pony in here somewhere." I am generally in the pony camp. Even when life gives you a bite on the but, or three.
Yes, that is another broken Knit Pick Options cable. This time I was working on a much lighter weight project when it happened. I would seriously be afraid to use them on a complicated lace project. Of the three interchangeable kits I own, these might be the nicest to knit with, but the Boye’s are the most reliable. My Denise set has been left in the dust.
Remember when my blog turned into an ACL graft blog over Christmas, when I spent eight weeks on crutches? At my nine month followup visit, my graft has been declared a technical failure. It appears that it is still somewhat attached, but not reliable enough to give up the brace. Ever. It’s not the worst thing in the world, just a let down.
The icing on the cake – being called back for a third mammogram and an ultrasound. This is not unusual for me, so I’m not extremely worried. But, the last time, with the contortionistic angle at which they had me posed, I was afraid stitches were going to be required right between the girls. Oh mama.
Today my middle child returns from her eight month coop placement in Toronto. She’ll only be home for a few days before going back to school a few hours away, but it’s a lot better than a few thousand miles away! See? There is a pony in here.
Life's a Stitch 
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