I confess myself… disappointed.
I went to knitting night last night at my LYS. Brought along Anna, who’s usually away at school on Thursdays so she’s never been. Figured it would be a great time, I could pick up those dpns I needed, spend a little $$ on some yarn, have a great time. Anna could talk to other knitters who would help me in my constant struggle to convince her to try knitting something other than a scarf.
We might as well have stayed at my place. We were the only two people there. They didn’t have the size dpns that I needed and, if you can even believe this, I couldn’t find a single skein of yarn that caught my fancy. NOT ONE. It didn’t help that I was jonesing for some Koigu for a pair of socks and they’ve got it all locked away in storage so that they can display the new Noro Silk Garden Lite.
So after much disappointing wanderings around the store and a lot of quiet sitting and knitting we decided to leave. Call it an early night and head home. Of course right as we were leaving a pair of knitters came in for the knitting night. Reeking like booze. Apparently they’d been killing time at the bar. And brain cells.
So we went home, I went to bed and I woke up this morning with my left eyelid nearly swollen shut. Courtesy of my brand spanking new stye. I’ve never had one before and it’s a little scary. All this literature online about them having to be lanced. It hurts. It’s uncomfortable. It’s very unattractive and I thought that was the end of my crappiness.
Then Aunty Flo came. Uncle Cramps came with her.
Can I quit today and skip right to the weekend? Pretty please?