Ruth's Fountain of Youth
And how did I manage to accomplish that? Easy. When I got up today, I was convinced that it was Wednesday. Why I thought so it beyond me, but for the entire morning I thought I had somehow mucked up the days and lost an entire day of work. Surprise! This drove me so crazy that I finally had to resort to the Web to find out the day and date. So, I'm so happy to report that instead of being a day older, I'm now a day younger.
It gets even sillier. Monday is usually a dyeing day. I'm always at my best at the beginning of the week. The energy flows, the body wants to move, the ambition is there. So yesterday I dyed and planned to mail out the lace yarns today. Now here is a woman who thinks it's a day later, but the yarns to be mailed are not mailed; they're on the drying rack. And the envelope to pay my nice cleaning lady, who comes on Tues, is on the kitchen counter. I saw the envelope; I saw the yarn; I knew I had not mailed it off. I mean, there it was happily plopped on the rack in the bathtub. So how did I lose a day? Methinks I need a vacation.
Wanna see what I dyed? No, not the lace yarn. The skeins are at the post office. Nope, these are a few skeins that I played with one day last week (and not on a Monday), just for the fun of it. I seem to be back in pastel land, except for one skein. Every time I go back to pastels, I remember just how much I love dyeing them.
I'm feverishly working away on my heathery shawlette, and another scarf that I might just turn into yet another triangle. Finished a pair of socks, and am doing another auto-pilot one in my Basic Ribby pattern.
And that's my story. And if I'm a day younger, does that mean that my birthday comes a day later?
pencraftco and pendie - It's nice to know that I have company. If we keep this up, we'll be younger than we were when we were born.