Aside from the continuing miserable heat --humidity this early Monday morning already in the nineties, no walking even at 5am -- the day was pretty successful.
A friend took me to the surgeon's office, well we got lost, busy chatting, but I'd allowed for this, and I got officially signed off.
All's well, the implant is now fused, I can do all the moves, no more hip restrictions. See them next April on my anniversary. This is thrilling! While I was there I left an ACLU Know Your Rights card in Spanish in the waiting room. Resistance all the time.
Then the mailman brought my medications to the door as he now does, ever since the theft, and there was also a second parcel. My Irish linen length arrived!
Good old Burnley and Trowbridge, it's a lovely mid weight, coral and white, wide stripes. So I did the dressmaker's trick to check drape and whether the color works for me.
Chucked it over my shoulder. This is a yard and a half of 58". Enough for a dress or a skirt and jacket. Lovely hand. That means feel, drape, general presence.
The stripes are historically accurate to the regency period, so my simple skirt is history bounding. And I may make a Lucy Locket pocket. And an eighteenth century skirt, even more history bounding. Anyway I really like this.
I'm not up for yarn-related work right now, what with the allergy season, the fibers are not good with swollen, irritated eyes.
So I think I'll make string. Cordage, to be posh. Since the temp Tuesday is forecast high 90s, knitting group had to wait, so this is home work.
I've damped a supply of daylily fiber, and that will work. It doesn't release the tiny fragments you get from wool, even super wash, when you knit, which drive my nasal tissues and eyes nuts.
Socks 'n gloves for the ministry will need to wait. And definitely spinning and weaving in wool. Maybe a bit of cotton weaving might happen. And there's embroidery, still a page to go, on the fabric book.
I won't run out of projects.
Meanwhile Monday there was a power outage at the food store Handsome Son works in and they were rapidly covering cases to keep food cool. The generator only runs the lights and registers. The actual food not so much.
Here's what the hibiscus leaves behind when the blossoms drop
Such sculpture. Discarded every day.
And today's bouquet
Happy day everyone, do what you can do just now. If it's sleeping, do that. It knits up the ravell'd sleave of care. One way or another, you're knitting.
In fact the sleave refers to tangled woven silk threads, but who's counting.
