Happy Feet, Happy Me

Despite the balmy, unseasonably warm weather (low 70's yesterday, high 70's today), I wore my Clara Bartons to work yesterday. I found myself looking at my feet while walking, sitting, working, etc. I can't believe how happy the sight of those red toes made me. I also wore the red enamel earrings my son bought me at a PTO fundraiser when he was in grade school and the red sweater my daughter bought me several years ago. Quite the head-to-toe ensemble.

The other day while knitting, this thought entered my mind: This is my true work. Ever since then, I have been puzzling over what this means. It could stem from my I-hate-my-job-and-just-want-to-knit daily state of mind. It could be my age (I grew up in the 50's and am imprinted with "Leave It to Beaver" so my internal clock says I should be a retired homemaker by now). Or it could lead to my next career. The idea of a knitting cafe really appeals to me. Coffee and yarn - what more could you want?

They Fit Me!

I finished what has become known as the "Clara Barton" socks, and I get to keep them!



Details:
Shaefer Yarns Heather in "Clara Barton" colorway
Size US1 needles
Shaefer Pattern #253 "Anne Simply Textured Socks"



These feet are happy!

The Little Engine that Could

I have fewer symptoms today but feel worse than I did yesterday, plus an addendum to my previously defined call-in-sick philosophy kicked in: when I expect to spend the bulk of the day in the bathroom, I prefer my own bathroom.

The "Clara Barton" socks are ready for kitchener, though:



However, two questions about the weekend are 1)am I contagious (I don't think so), and 2)do I have the energy to drive 2.5 hours by myself?

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can....

BTW, does your coffee table look like this?