Well, actually, it’s my Ode to Joy cardigan. The sides are together and I’ve started one sleeve. For me, with the amount of knitting I can do, that’s progress.
Speaking of progress, my left hand almost feels normal; my right hand not so much. My knitting, therefore, is a bit sporadic. I don’t want to push it and risk prolonging this slow slow recovery. It’s been long enough as it is! That leads me to an important Rainey Sister announcement. *Clears throat and taps side of glass with spoon*
Important Rainey Sister Announcement
It’s the summer doldrums. It’s also a time of vacations and increased family responsibilities. Therefore, Susan and I are committing to blogging at least once a week, most likely on Thursdays or Fridays, through the end of the summer. We just can’t promise to blog more frequently than that, although we won’t hold back. If we have something to post, we will do so. We just need to feel as if we can kick back and relax a little bit so we are refreshed with lots of enthusiasm and projects in the fall.
We hope all of our readers will understand and we hope each of you has a happy and productive summer.
PS from Susan — I echo Sally’s sentiments.Â It’s not that we want to disappoint our loyal readers.Â It’s just very hard with work and soccer and summer activities to get enough knitting in to post about.Â Aaaaghh!Â The pressure of it all!
PS2: About the pants:
First, I did have my doubts about the pants.Â When I got ready to leave for work yesterday DH says, “What’s the deal with those pants?”Â Hmmm, thinks moi.Â I shrugged it off because DH has no fashion sense.Â Whatsoever.Â None.Â But, it gave me pause.Â So, when I was in line at the cafeteria, I deliberately mentioned the pants to the cashier to gauge her reaction — thinking her reaction might be “polite” and neutral, but less than enthusiastic if she did not like them.Â BUT to hear such a clear negative response from both her and the woman in line, it confirmed my worst fears.Â The pants looked ridiculous.Â It’s one thing to dance to your ownÂ drummer with confidence and flairÂ — butÂ quite another to look ridiculous.Â At work.Â In an important meeting.Â So, once my fears were confirmed I could not continue the charade.Â So, I lost the pants.