I am now in day 6 of the invalid husband game. (Talk about circles of hell!) It is truly amazing how many things a person who is incapacitated needs--usually just seconds after I have finally sat down, or started on a time sensitive project.
My saving grace has been Magnum PI. Who knew that they rerun the old episodes at noon every day. I build my day around it now. On the few occasions that I have forayed into daytime TV I discovered the wedding story, baby story, gardening shows, the noon news, the today show, Ellen, Oprah, etc. Who knew that you could watch the Invasion of Normandy, Magnum PI, the building of the San Francisco Bay bridge, and all kinds of other fodder also on daytime TV? Most peppered with commercials for some type of ED medication or "cure".....Guess I am not the target market!
So MCP is propped up in front of Magnum, enjoying the Hawaiian breezes vicariously. I have at least 1/2 hour before he will need anything--sigh of relief!
Random musings of a middle aged knitter.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
GO! -Blue
The saga of the injured husband continues. At at the major research hospital they are obsessed with labeling EVERYTHING with their big blue and gold "M". Now most people would not care, except that we are a family of spartans, and only "do" green and white.
I have been looking at the huge M on the sling, thinking about how a large white S, crafted correctly could almost cover it. Then they added the brace--which comes with it's own "M". Six weeks is a long time, so I guess I will have to detour past a bookstore soon to see if I can find the appropriate cover ups.
In the frenzy of acquiring something that Mr. Pants could wear, I picked up two lounge outfits--the featured item of the week--one for each major university. Today, he noticed yet another "M" on the lounge pants, and wanted to know why I did not just get two sets of "S" wear! (Just so you know it is not just me!)
Who knew that a major teaching/research hospital cared so much about their football team!!
I have been looking at the huge M on the sling, thinking about how a large white S, crafted correctly could almost cover it. Then they added the brace--which comes with it's own "M". Six weeks is a long time, so I guess I will have to detour past a bookstore soon to see if I can find the appropriate cover ups.
In the frenzy of acquiring something that Mr. Pants could wear, I picked up two lounge outfits--the featured item of the week--one for each major university. Today, he noticed yet another "M" on the lounge pants, and wanted to know why I did not just get two sets of "S" wear! (Just so you know it is not just me!)
Who knew that a major teaching/research hospital cared so much about their football team!!
Invalid
So we go off to see the wizard...The ortho guy at the big research hospital. The office personnel were efficient. The forms were dumb, but only because our injury did not fit the pre-defined questions. The exam rooms were small for a big guy and the wheelchair, and the resident was "cute" (and very young looking).
So after some poking and flexing, and pointing at the X rays (which we have the souvenir edition of to bring home) it was determined that there is really nothing that we can do about the broken shoulder but wait--take pain pills, and use a sling. 6 Weeks should bring healing, and we will re-xray. Then the physical therapy will begin.
The knee is another issue. Too swollen to do anything about. Ordered up a nifty hip to ankle brace, and in 6 weeks will see what we can do about it.....At least he can use the walker to get to the bathroom...
So for lots of dollars (supplied by my insurance company)we will continue to continue...And in 6 weeks we will reevaluate. In the mean time, lets hope the vicodin helps make him less crabby!
So after some poking and flexing, and pointing at the X rays (which we have the souvenir edition of to bring home) it was determined that there is really nothing that we can do about the broken shoulder but wait--take pain pills, and use a sling. 6 Weeks should bring healing, and we will re-xray. Then the physical therapy will begin.
The knee is another issue. Too swollen to do anything about. Ordered up a nifty hip to ankle brace, and in 6 weeks will see what we can do about it.....At least he can use the walker to get to the bathroom...
So for lots of dollars (supplied by my insurance company)we will continue to continue...And in 6 weeks we will reevaluate. In the mean time, lets hope the vicodin helps make him less crabby!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Getting to know U
So, I had thirteen hours to "experience" the ER--and it is not at all like the TV show of the same name. Major teaching hospital, ambulance bay, and people in scrubs--and there the similarities end.
No Jerry, no Sam, no Luca. Triage had nice male nurses--or at least nurses good enough to make you think they care for the 10 minutes that they record your vitals and complaints. Gatekeepers they are--deciding where you go next. Ours took vitals and a history, looked up the number, and helped with the undressing (not easy)--and with good intentions, routed us to X-ray, packed in ice.
I guess another similarity with the TV show was that we waited in the hall. Next to an empty gurney and some trash bins. Seems there was no room wherever it is that one would normally wait for X-ray. In what seemed like forever for Mr. Pants, but was really not all that long, a perky X-ray person (you can tell by the color coded shirts--posters are all over the place showing the coding of the dress) whisked Mr. Pants and his ice off to the X-rays, while the "unit clerk" who had come looking for us, ushered me to a curtain--small cube on the corner. The nurse for this curtain showed up promptly, but with no patient, there was nothing to do. Pleasant chat, then she was gone.
Over the next hour, as I sat knitting, various hospital employees came and went--housekeeping guy emptied the wastebaskets, Tan scrubs showed up with a chart and some labels, white coat Dr. Breezed in, read the papers, looked quizzically at me until I explained about the X-Rays, and then disappeared. Blue scrubs nurse checked as she walked by to see if there was a patient.
They brought an older lady into the curtain next door. She was profoundly deaf--causing quite a stir among the help--and a little frustration for her husband, who had to explain her plight over and over and over....And although I know it was "confidential", with everyone yelling at the poor woman, and the retelling, I know every detail of her illness while in Arizona. Dialysis. Kidney transplant. Kidney failure again. Removal of transplanted organ. Staples. Fever, more dialysis, High blood pressure. Headaches. Coughing, etc. etc. etc. Poor woman. No easy answers. They were our neighbors for 10 hours until she disappeared into the "hospital" for admitting.
There were wandering pregnant women. Lots of assorted companions. A majorly intoxicated man that the police brought in. The Medical Examiner (honest), with someone at the desk (this could happen on ER) yelling who called the ME?? There was a lady who needed stitches in her chin (fell on the ice), and several worried parents with screaming dehydrated little ones. There were old guys with IV's, ladies crumpled on gurneys with husbands holding the coats (and staring into space). There was lots of activity--but none of it seemed to this observer to get anyone either closer to a cure, or out of there. There was a mysterious "holding area" where people were sent--usually after hours and hours in the ER--to be held for whatever was coming next.
Mr. Pants returned from X-ray without the ice packs, and without the pillow they had provided in X=ray. He was gurneied at this point, and trying to be brave in the face of the pain. The blue (nurse) looked at his wounds, confirmed some info, and said we need to wait for the X-rays. We waited, and waited, and waited.
I found bathrooms. Had to find several, as it seems that there are many more people using them than the number they have. Eventually, I figured out that if you leave the ER and go into the "family" waiting room (where no one was waiting) that you had a good shot at an empty restroom (cleaner too!). Of course, you then needed a sticker, and you were supposed to get the official looking family room attendant to buzz you in....But with the sticker and good timing, I found, I could skip that step, and scoot through the doors.
We had arrived before lunch. It was now well past dinner. We were still waiting, although there were some semblance of bandaging. Also some Dr. walking in and out....Honest, just walking in and out. I asked about getting some food. The tan shirt told me that they could order guest trays, but they were expensive, and in her opinion, not very tasty. She recommended the WEndy's. When it was approaching my bedtime, I decided to set out in search of food. A purple gave me directions--down this hall, turn left, through the doors, left again. Take the elevators to 2. Seemed simple enough.
Got to the elevators, feeling strangely like I was tresspassing. I once worked in an urgent care, so I have some "health care sense"--and much like the time I ended up in the restricted to government workers only area of the basement of the capitol in Washington DC, I sensed that I was not in the most public of areas in this hospital. The doors opened at 2--I stepped out, and was in the operating room hallway--thank goodness there were signs, and I found my way to another family waiting room (surgical), and with more sign reading, found eventually "information".
The info lady (in street clothes, apparently either they ran out of colors, or information is so rare that it does not have a uniform) was nice, and said, go back the way you came. You got off at 2, and should have gone to the other 2. (You would think that if they had 2 2's, someone giving directions should have mentioned it. Use the East elevators!
Again, sign reading led me to the cafeteria, and a sharp left, led to the Wendy's right there in the middle of a major research hospital! No tables, just a queue, and some typical fast food workers. Fast, but not mensa candidates. I got some food, thinking how ironic it was that in a health center one could get frosties and fries without even going outside, and found my way back to the ER, where we were still waiting.
I am sure that there is no marketing plan which lays out the scenario that the plan is to keep ER patients there until the brink of starvation to increase Wendy's sales, but it had that effect.
So, here we were, at 10 at night using a gurney for a table, munching our fast food...While we waited......Just before we were moved to the "holding area"....
To be continued.....
No Jerry, no Sam, no Luca. Triage had nice male nurses--or at least nurses good enough to make you think they care for the 10 minutes that they record your vitals and complaints. Gatekeepers they are--deciding where you go next. Ours took vitals and a history, looked up the number, and helped with the undressing (not easy)--and with good intentions, routed us to X-ray, packed in ice.
I guess another similarity with the TV show was that we waited in the hall. Next to an empty gurney and some trash bins. Seems there was no room wherever it is that one would normally wait for X-ray. In what seemed like forever for Mr. Pants, but was really not all that long, a perky X-ray person (you can tell by the color coded shirts--posters are all over the place showing the coding of the dress) whisked Mr. Pants and his ice off to the X-rays, while the "unit clerk" who had come looking for us, ushered me to a curtain--small cube on the corner. The nurse for this curtain showed up promptly, but with no patient, there was nothing to do. Pleasant chat, then she was gone.
Over the next hour, as I sat knitting, various hospital employees came and went--housekeeping guy emptied the wastebaskets, Tan scrubs showed up with a chart and some labels, white coat Dr. Breezed in, read the papers, looked quizzically at me until I explained about the X-Rays, and then disappeared. Blue scrubs nurse checked as she walked by to see if there was a patient.
They brought an older lady into the curtain next door. She was profoundly deaf--causing quite a stir among the help--and a little frustration for her husband, who had to explain her plight over and over and over....And although I know it was "confidential", with everyone yelling at the poor woman, and the retelling, I know every detail of her illness while in Arizona. Dialysis. Kidney transplant. Kidney failure again. Removal of transplanted organ. Staples. Fever, more dialysis, High blood pressure. Headaches. Coughing, etc. etc. etc. Poor woman. No easy answers. They were our neighbors for 10 hours until she disappeared into the "hospital" for admitting.
There were wandering pregnant women. Lots of assorted companions. A majorly intoxicated man that the police brought in. The Medical Examiner (honest), with someone at the desk (this could happen on ER) yelling who called the ME?? There was a lady who needed stitches in her chin (fell on the ice), and several worried parents with screaming dehydrated little ones. There were old guys with IV's, ladies crumpled on gurneys with husbands holding the coats (and staring into space). There was lots of activity--but none of it seemed to this observer to get anyone either closer to a cure, or out of there. There was a mysterious "holding area" where people were sent--usually after hours and hours in the ER--to be held for whatever was coming next.
Mr. Pants returned from X-ray without the ice packs, and without the pillow they had provided in X=ray. He was gurneied at this point, and trying to be brave in the face of the pain. The blue (nurse) looked at his wounds, confirmed some info, and said we need to wait for the X-rays. We waited, and waited, and waited.
I found bathrooms. Had to find several, as it seems that there are many more people using them than the number they have. Eventually, I figured out that if you leave the ER and go into the "family" waiting room (where no one was waiting) that you had a good shot at an empty restroom (cleaner too!). Of course, you then needed a sticker, and you were supposed to get the official looking family room attendant to buzz you in....But with the sticker and good timing, I found, I could skip that step, and scoot through the doors.
We had arrived before lunch. It was now well past dinner. We were still waiting, although there were some semblance of bandaging. Also some Dr. walking in and out....Honest, just walking in and out. I asked about getting some food. The tan shirt told me that they could order guest trays, but they were expensive, and in her opinion, not very tasty. She recommended the WEndy's. When it was approaching my bedtime, I decided to set out in search of food. A purple gave me directions--down this hall, turn left, through the doors, left again. Take the elevators to 2. Seemed simple enough.
Got to the elevators, feeling strangely like I was tresspassing. I once worked in an urgent care, so I have some "health care sense"--and much like the time I ended up in the restricted to government workers only area of the basement of the capitol in Washington DC, I sensed that I was not in the most public of areas in this hospital. The doors opened at 2--I stepped out, and was in the operating room hallway--thank goodness there were signs, and I found my way to another family waiting room (surgical), and with more sign reading, found eventually "information".
The info lady (in street clothes, apparently either they ran out of colors, or information is so rare that it does not have a uniform) was nice, and said, go back the way you came. You got off at 2, and should have gone to the other 2. (You would think that if they had 2 2's, someone giving directions should have mentioned it. Use the East elevators!
Again, sign reading led me to the cafeteria, and a sharp left, led to the Wendy's right there in the middle of a major research hospital! No tables, just a queue, and some typical fast food workers. Fast, but not mensa candidates. I got some food, thinking how ironic it was that in a health center one could get frosties and fries without even going outside, and found my way back to the ER, where we were still waiting.
I am sure that there is no marketing plan which lays out the scenario that the plan is to keep ER patients there until the brink of starvation to increase Wendy's sales, but it had that effect.
So, here we were, at 10 at night using a gurney for a table, munching our fast food...While we waited......Just before we were moved to the "holding area"....
To be continued.....
Monday, March 27, 2006
He can't afford a big enough diamond...
When you promise for better or worse...You never really have an accurate concept of the possible variations of "worse".
The buyer was on his way with the trailer, and I was experiencing the joy that his mother must have felt when he sold the kawisaki to by the engagement ring! (note: her joy was not over the engagement, but over the bike being gone) Mr. CP had been admonished to let D. do it, as he was out in the garage rooting around for various parts to send off with the bike. I gave him "the look".
Mr. CP, in a total lapse of judgment, or rebellion, or something "male", decided to take the 700cc Honda motorcycle "out" as the front brakes were "wrong". Sometimes people with testosterone in their systems make incomprehensible decisions....Take the bike for a ride because the brakes were malfunctioning...In the snow.....That is something that a woman certainly cannot fathom.
I am upstairs, reveling in the vision of being able to get into my parked car in the garage without having to snake around the handlebars of the bike, when the phone rings...."Come pick me up,I just broke my leg!"...Love getting those calls!
13 hours in emergency, an hour of X-rays, much pain (me too,the chairs were uncomfortable)...He has a broken shoulder (that is the translation, as the actual medical diagnosis is scarier) and a messed up knee...Exact problem TBD. It collapses when he puts any weight on it. (sounds like potential knee surgery to me, but then I am only a limited expert on this topic, having been there, and gotten that T-shirt.
I have had to rearrange the furniture and rearrange my life to accommodate Mr. CP's rearrangement of him body. We now have a bed in the dining room, wheelchair in the living room, assist bars in the 1/2 bath. He is propped in front of the TV in his recliner--cleaner now as the chippie crumbs fell out on the way up from the man cave! He can't walk, can't move....Amazing how hard it is to be the spouse of an invalid, even when you have good equipment.
Will be an interesting week...Go to ortho on Thurs. They are in no hurry. I cannot wait...pass the vicodin....Oh, wait, that is for MR. CP!
The buyer was on his way with the trailer, and I was experiencing the joy that his mother must have felt when he sold the kawisaki to by the engagement ring! (note: her joy was not over the engagement, but over the bike being gone) Mr. CP had been admonished to let D. do it, as he was out in the garage rooting around for various parts to send off with the bike. I gave him "the look".
Mr. CP, in a total lapse of judgment, or rebellion, or something "male", decided to take the 700cc Honda motorcycle "out" as the front brakes were "wrong". Sometimes people with testosterone in their systems make incomprehensible decisions....Take the bike for a ride because the brakes were malfunctioning...In the snow.....That is something that a woman certainly cannot fathom.
I am upstairs, reveling in the vision of being able to get into my parked car in the garage without having to snake around the handlebars of the bike, when the phone rings...."Come pick me up,I just broke my leg!"...Love getting those calls!
13 hours in emergency, an hour of X-rays, much pain (me too,the chairs were uncomfortable)...He has a broken shoulder (that is the translation, as the actual medical diagnosis is scarier) and a messed up knee...Exact problem TBD. It collapses when he puts any weight on it. (sounds like potential knee surgery to me, but then I am only a limited expert on this topic, having been there, and gotten that T-shirt.
I have had to rearrange the furniture and rearrange my life to accommodate Mr. CP's rearrangement of him body. We now have a bed in the dining room, wheelchair in the living room, assist bars in the 1/2 bath. He is propped in front of the TV in his recliner--cleaner now as the chippie crumbs fell out on the way up from the man cave! He can't walk, can't move....Amazing how hard it is to be the spouse of an invalid, even when you have good equipment.
Will be an interesting week...Go to ortho on Thurs. They are in no hurry. I cannot wait...pass the vicodin....Oh, wait, that is for MR. CP!
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Honey--do!
Well, today we had the septic tank pumped. It was time according to the schedule! It turned out to be quite an event, as after locating the 'tank" (honest, Dean said that he remembered our tank from 2002!?!?!), the digging began, and promptly sliced our cable.
Mr. Crabby Pants cannot live without cable! Already being sickly and all, it was not good for his blood pressure,something we were told to avoid! Dean was very apologetic, but it was not his fault. The Cable wasn't there last time he visited our tank. The silly cable company had run it exactly over the center of the hatches (yes, we have two!) There was no way to empty the tank without damaging the cable.
The cable guy got here about 5 ...And now we have both an empty tank and another orange cable across the grass (that will probably annoy the lawn mowing guys.)
Anyway we had no scum (good) and I got to not only observe, but take pictures of the waste management system. It is much bigger and much less smelly than I thought. I saw the baffles (replaced last time) and will be able to mark the location of the tank hatches this spring to make the next pumping easier.
Will put it on the schedule for about 4 years, and will hope the cable people will avoid the spot--will have to use the snow markers temporarily to scare them away from the tank! Interesting the things you learn when you moved to the country!
Mr. Crabby Pants cannot live without cable! Already being sickly and all, it was not good for his blood pressure,something we were told to avoid! Dean was very apologetic, but it was not his fault. The Cable wasn't there last time he visited our tank. The silly cable company had run it exactly over the center of the hatches (yes, we have two!) There was no way to empty the tank without damaging the cable.
The cable guy got here about 5 ...And now we have both an empty tank and another orange cable across the grass (that will probably annoy the lawn mowing guys.)
Anyway we had no scum (good) and I got to not only observe, but take pictures of the waste management system. It is much bigger and much less smelly than I thought. I saw the baffles (replaced last time) and will be able to mark the location of the tank hatches this spring to make the next pumping easier.
Will put it on the schedule for about 4 years, and will hope the cable people will avoid the spot--will have to use the snow markers temporarily to scare them away from the tank! Interesting the things you learn when you moved to the country!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Two halfs--but not a whole!
This post is about sock knitting frustration. March is a good month to knit socks (but then so is just about any other as long as you have central air). I had garden socks (now done), some "manly" socks (in a holding pattern, as have run out of yarn) and some really soft interesting ringle type socks (for me) going. Just broke out some multicolor BRIGHT bernat yarn......lots of halfs, no wholes....
And I had been so good about the whole ADD thing!
Friday, March 03, 2006
Chip and Dale
The chipmunks have decided to invade my house! Apparently the Chipmunk massacre of 2005 (see prior post) was not the fault of a careless husband, as they have appeared again in the water treatment area. I am not sure how one gets rid of chipmunks in ones well room.....Must look for "rat traps", I believe. I saw some sticky traps today, but they did not look like they would slow them down enough.
Cannot let the cat get them. Think that is what has made him sick. You never know were they have been!! They are currently being deterred by a few cases of Molson's blocking the space under the door --hope it works. Thank goodness for empty beer bottles and warm weather.
The house has its own set of noises, some of which are strange. But the first indication was a "new" noise in the mud room. Haven't heard it lately. Maybe it is nice enough to stay outside. Will keep you posted, as I am sure it will not be this easy to eradicate the pests!
Cannot let the cat get them. Think that is what has made him sick. You never know were they have been!! They are currently being deterred by a few cases of Molson's blocking the space under the door --hope it works. Thank goodness for empty beer bottles and warm weather.
The house has its own set of noises, some of which are strange. But the first indication was a "new" noise in the mud room. Haven't heard it lately. Maybe it is nice enough to stay outside. Will keep you posted, as I am sure it will not be this easy to eradicate the pests!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Wonders of the Work World
Through an odd set of circumstances, Z. Was dropped off at my workplace to be transported "home" (which really was only to my house....S had to pick him up there, but it saved her over 100 miles and a few hours.)
It was supposed to be Wednesday at 4:30, but turned into Thursday at 2:30. This meant that I needed to keep Z. "busy" for two hours while I finished working for the day. I went to the dollar store, and found a 6-pack of colored mechanical pencils--really wanted markers, but had to settle. Figured he would like to color.
Reality was that he liked the mechanical pencils! Something I had forgotten...The little boy fascination with mechanical pencils, and how "cool" it is to have some. Z. made a birthday card for D...Involving using a clip board, stapler, etc....Took quite some time.
Then we visited the snack shop--food is always good for a few more minutes. He choose carefully (probably unlike the choices of the prior few days) sensing that my guidelines were probably going to be very similar to S's. Actually they aren't, but at least it was admirable that he "clicked into" respecting the S list. Of course, my co-workers are suckers for the occasional kid that hangs out there, so they had candies from their candy bowls, pens with goofy tops, and other "stuff" to fill his goody bag with prizes!
Who knew that the most fascinating thing in my office according to Z. is the freight elevator!?! I had never really though about it.
It was supposed to be Wednesday at 4:30, but turned into Thursday at 2:30. This meant that I needed to keep Z. "busy" for two hours while I finished working for the day. I went to the dollar store, and found a 6-pack of colored mechanical pencils--really wanted markers, but had to settle. Figured he would like to color.
Reality was that he liked the mechanical pencils! Something I had forgotten...The little boy fascination with mechanical pencils, and how "cool" it is to have some. Z. made a birthday card for D...Involving using a clip board, stapler, etc....Took quite some time.
Then we visited the snack shop--food is always good for a few more minutes. He choose carefully (probably unlike the choices of the prior few days) sensing that my guidelines were probably going to be very similar to S's. Actually they aren't, but at least it was admirable that he "clicked into" respecting the S list. Of course, my co-workers are suckers for the occasional kid that hangs out there, so they had candies from their candy bowls, pens with goofy tops, and other "stuff" to fill his goody bag with prizes!
Who knew that the most fascinating thing in my office according to Z. is the freight elevator!?! I had never really though about it.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Temporary Insanity
I was on a road trip, with extra time before meeting my group for dinner. I had my list of yarn shops, so managed to find one nearby. It was "cute"--multiple "stores" in this cool turn of the century house. The yarns were in the "parlor and dining room"--best part of the place was the quit fabrics--which filled up several rooms... And did eventually suck me in (where I also bought some fabric I did not need.)
They had added scrapbooking, which was gradually creeping into the yarn space...Like a cancer! They had interesting sock yarn (like I needed any), which I fondled for awhile, and found one ball that was very interesting......Of course there was no second. I also checked out all of the sample socks--(probably the reason only one ball was left, as they always only have one on display!) I recognized many of the patterns from several of my growing collection of sock knitting books, so of course, became excited about trying something "new"--alas, there was no solid color yarn, needed to showcase the intricate patterns. (Thus maintaining the need to continue the quest for more sock yarn!)
Then it "grabbed me"--some "tucked in the back" balls of Regia in bright spring colors. The sun was shining, the weather mild (for winter!) and I thought---I need this to make bright spring socks for planting my flowers! Temporary insanity!
Now that I have started them--what was I thinking!?? Obviously not thinking! The orange leaps out at me.....Rule: never , never, again buy yarn with ORANGE, no matter how "minor" a player it looks like it is going to be. These socks are NEON! The ball of yarn looks "perky" and "fresh"....The resulting socks are shockingly, um....Shocking!
At least they are warm, and the yarn is nice to knit. They would make great little kid socks, and definitely cannot get lost in the wash. There will be some left overs, so I can play with that little socks thing. They will be wonderful socks for gardening, retirement, or a Halloween costume accessory!!
Moral of the story: Just like you should not judge a book by its cover, you should not picture the finished product based on how the ball of yarn looks......
They had added scrapbooking, which was gradually creeping into the yarn space...Like a cancer! They had interesting sock yarn (like I needed any), which I fondled for awhile, and found one ball that was very interesting......Of course there was no second. I also checked out all of the sample socks--(probably the reason only one ball was left, as they always only have one on display!) I recognized many of the patterns from several of my growing collection of sock knitting books, so of course, became excited about trying something "new"--alas, there was no solid color yarn, needed to showcase the intricate patterns. (Thus maintaining the need to continue the quest for more sock yarn!)
Then it "grabbed me"--some "tucked in the back" balls of Regia in bright spring colors. The sun was shining, the weather mild (for winter!) and I thought---I need this to make bright spring socks for planting my flowers! Temporary insanity!
Now that I have started them--what was I thinking!?? Obviously not thinking! The orange leaps out at me.....Rule: never , never, again buy yarn with ORANGE, no matter how "minor" a player it looks like it is going to be. These socks are NEON! The ball of yarn looks "perky" and "fresh"....The resulting socks are shockingly, um....Shocking!
At least they are warm, and the yarn is nice to knit. They would make great little kid socks, and definitely cannot get lost in the wash. There will be some left overs, so I can play with that little socks thing. They will be wonderful socks for gardening, retirement, or a Halloween costume accessory!!
Moral of the story: Just like you should not judge a book by its cover, you should not picture the finished product based on how the ball of yarn looks......
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