Yesterday, I went to see Sylvia and bought this:
To make this:**
For Krista, whose due date is my birthday. Not that that will happen, mind you, but at least I remember her due date. Like I *didn't* remember my wallet this morning, but for a better reason.
[SUMMARY: How much yarn is too much yarn?]
I had a little soreness in my left hand all day yesterday. You know how I stare at an envelope for ten minutes trying to suss out who it's from or what it is rather than just opening the damned thing? I didn't look at my hand until about 10:00 that night and saw this:
Of course, I leapt out of bed, flinging the Yarn Harlot book at the cat, and ran dowstairs to take a picture. 'Cause I know y'all wanted to see. See that purple band at the first knuckle of my ring finger?
Here, let me get closer for you:
This is a knitting injury. I tend to be intense with my hands, but this is a new high. Or low, depending on your perspective.
I've heard it said, but it bears revisiting: it is hard to take pictures of your hand by yourself.
This morning, the injury has blossomed into a double rainbow of bruising above and below the joint. I do wonder what I did different to cause this new twist in my knitting life.
[SUMMARY: How much knitting is too much knitting?]
**FOOTNOTE (asterisked): Isn't it pretty in girl colours? Why are none of my friends and family having girls so I can make the Easter egg-coloured blanket?
**FOOTNOTE (asterisked): ...and hopefully the DBacks are out. A lot.