What a great day in the shop on Monday. I had a leg up, literally on a stool and sat on my duff to hook all afternoon. Heather Gordon, back from the Newfoundland Rug School popped in for a bit and Charlene was in for a chat. Customers didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t up and mobile and the tourists took advantage of the continuous demo as I hooked.
Two sisters came in, one of which graduated from Mahone Bay school in the sixties. We had a good ole chat. She said the town has really blossomed compared to the dead flower it used to be. There wasn’t much here to keep anyone after school and she couldn’t get away fast enough. After I introduced them to Shane, the other sister thought I was too young to have a 34 year old son and told me that I looked like I was in my thirties. The swelling in my knee traversed to my head although I would have been more flattered compared to a plausible 49 year old. Maybe she had cataracts, natures natural air brushing, the filtering lens that makes things appear soft and powdery. Of course my vain side likes to believes she hit it on the head!
The rest has been good for me. Last night my knee was feeling about 95% and I look forward to normal as early as tomorrow. Then I better start doing the exercise the osteopath gave me. I’m one of those people that live by, ‘out of sight out of mind’. Dah…the only time I think about the exercise is after the knee is pounding and then I think crap, I should have been working to strengthen it. Of course, once it throbs I can’t stretch it or risk further injury, but I promise to be vigilant on the next reprieve….but….good intentions and all, I might end up back in the vicious see saw of have pain…be stupid…have pain…be stupid.
On my way home from work yesterday afternoon I saw a beautiful sailing yacht moored in the harbour. Some people have so much money it must ooze out of their ears. Hubby estimates her at 100 ft long and $20 million. I would love a look below; see how the other half lives. I’ll bet it has a cook and a deck swabber. I like the stability of a foundation under my feet but I could slum it a bit and go for a week excursion, just to bask in a bit of luxury, try it out to see how it fits. There is about as much living space on that boat than the two floors of my house. It’s hard to even wrap my head around!
Hubby and I will have our sailboat when he retires and it will be fantastic. A galley and comfortable sleeping quarters for the two of us and a special birth for the pups. There will be standing room, a working shower and flushing head and all very affordable. There won’t be any gold plated faucets and king sized beds. I’m not interested in being filthy rich; I’d just like to take a peek at it and then come back to my humble comforts. I sure as heck wouldn’t want a bigger house; I can’t clean what I have. For me, the only real perk of being wealthy would be the help it affords. There would be a cleaning service in once a week, laundry help, a chef in the kitchen, and a gardener in the backyard. Oh, and a pool boy for the pool we’d have for the pups.
So I almost finished the zebra stripes. I goofed somewhere and hooked white when it should have been black but managed to fix it without the error showing. There is very little left to do and I might sit in the shop this afternoon and finish it, give my knee one more day of rest. I’m anxious to start on the next initial. I’m thinking Jaguar spots behind the letter F which will stand for Felidae, the big cat family.
Now that I’m going beyond the actual design to create exciting backgrounds it will be difficult to go back to the simple plaids so I’m going to have to think outside the box for more ideas. This puts me at 15 completed and I'm thinking I'm going to be sad when I finish the last letter. This is an exciting ride and I don’t want it to end. The mere fact that I’m back to hooking like I did when I starting all of 15 years ago is sensational I was prolific back in the early days, always a project on the frame and several in the dream stage. It’s good to be back in the saddle!
I’m going to have to come up with another idea after this…….
Two sisters came in, one of which graduated from Mahone Bay school in the sixties. We had a good ole chat. She said the town has really blossomed compared to the dead flower it used to be. There wasn’t much here to keep anyone after school and she couldn’t get away fast enough. After I introduced them to Shane, the other sister thought I was too young to have a 34 year old son and told me that I looked like I was in my thirties. The swelling in my knee traversed to my head although I would have been more flattered compared to a plausible 49 year old. Maybe she had cataracts, natures natural air brushing, the filtering lens that makes things appear soft and powdery. Of course my vain side likes to believes she hit it on the head!
The rest has been good for me. Last night my knee was feeling about 95% and I look forward to normal as early as tomorrow. Then I better start doing the exercise the osteopath gave me. I’m one of those people that live by, ‘out of sight out of mind’. Dah…the only time I think about the exercise is after the knee is pounding and then I think crap, I should have been working to strengthen it. Of course, once it throbs I can’t stretch it or risk further injury, but I promise to be vigilant on the next reprieve….but….good intentions and all, I might end up back in the vicious see saw of have pain…be stupid…have pain…be stupid.
On my way home from work yesterday afternoon I saw a beautiful sailing yacht moored in the harbour. Some people have so much money it must ooze out of their ears. Hubby estimates her at 100 ft long and $20 million. I would love a look below; see how the other half lives. I’ll bet it has a cook and a deck swabber. I like the stability of a foundation under my feet but I could slum it a bit and go for a week excursion, just to bask in a bit of luxury, try it out to see how it fits. There is about as much living space on that boat than the two floors of my house. It’s hard to even wrap my head around!
Hubby and I will have our sailboat when he retires and it will be fantastic. A galley and comfortable sleeping quarters for the two of us and a special birth for the pups. There will be standing room, a working shower and flushing head and all very affordable. There won’t be any gold plated faucets and king sized beds. I’m not interested in being filthy rich; I’d just like to take a peek at it and then come back to my humble comforts. I sure as heck wouldn’t want a bigger house; I can’t clean what I have. For me, the only real perk of being wealthy would be the help it affords. There would be a cleaning service in once a week, laundry help, a chef in the kitchen, and a gardener in the backyard. Oh, and a pool boy for the pool we’d have for the pups.
So I almost finished the zebra stripes. I goofed somewhere and hooked white when it should have been black but managed to fix it without the error showing. There is very little left to do and I might sit in the shop this afternoon and finish it, give my knee one more day of rest. I’m anxious to start on the next initial. I’m thinking Jaguar spots behind the letter F which will stand for Felidae, the big cat family.
Now that I’m going beyond the actual design to create exciting backgrounds it will be difficult to go back to the simple plaids so I’m going to have to think outside the box for more ideas. This puts me at 15 completed and I'm thinking I'm going to be sad when I finish the last letter. This is an exciting ride and I don’t want it to end. The mere fact that I’m back to hooking like I did when I starting all of 15 years ago is sensational I was prolific back in the early days, always a project on the frame and several in the dream stage. It’s good to be back in the saddle!
I’m going to have to come up with another idea after this…….
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