These are my constant companions this weekend: tissues, cough syrup, water, lozenges, M&M’s. I haven’t had a cold in years, or at least not more than a few days of sniffles. I have been attacked and laid low this time, though. I might even need a sick day tomorrow, and I never take sick days. Of course I’ll live, but I guess I’ll have to suffer a little more first.
I could barely knit yesterday, even though I wanted to. The Monkey socks are this close to being finished. I think I spent the day watching Miss Marple and the Food Network, but I’m not sure.
There’s some pretty springtime knitting waiting for me. The latest Petals Collection package arrived the other day. It’s called “Bird of Paradise” and it’s bright and cheerful and beautiful.
Once again, Sundara has created a yarn which has incredible depth and that reflects her inspiration perfectly. When I can rouse myself I’ll wind the yarn and cast on. I’ll probably even use the pattern for a change ~ I like the stitch and the heel.
Oops, gotta go. Paula Dean is making soup or something. Either that, or she’s solving a murder.
Not Plain Jane 