Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

What I intended to do while the husband was out was to look at my yarn, see if I had any that would make a good chicken, see what else I needed to knit one, print the pattern, walk to the local yarn/sewing shop for said supplies, and dig in.

What actually happened was I dug out the yarn to finish a Santa hat I started last fall but ran out of yarn for, then waited months to get the same yarn from the local place I got the first batch from, and then never got around to finishing. So I finished that, had some lunch, then walked over to the local yarn store. Got the extra bits, even managing to find it all without help, but then I also spotted two cross stitch kits that were to fun to pass up. Bought it all, brought it home, and immediately dug into one of the two cross stitch kits, because it was very simple and I wanted to surprise the husband with it. Almost had it done by the time he got home – just some extra backstitching I added to make the stars pop. Got it set in the hoop and zipped upstairs to show him the finished pattern, which was five gold stars on the top, with the words “Great place for a shit” underneath.

(here’s where I should explain that we have a half bath on the 2nd floor where we hang all of my cross stitch; I think this new one is going to go right above the cat’s litter box)

Never did start the chicken. Did frog the yarn I’m going to use, which was partially done up in a scarf that I wasn’t loving. The pattern I love, but not necessarily with that yarn.

The other motive for walking over to the yarn shop was just that – walking. Wanted to see how I did on a short (quarter mile/400 meter) walk with no crutch, and it went well, though I think I was paying way more attention than normal to how I was walking. Survived it, so now I need to do more of that.

The husband was out of town this weekend (still is, as of this writing, though he returns later today). I spent some of it straightening up some things around the house, and in the midst of that dug up some old mini cross stitch kits that I decided to attack. I’m pretty happy with the results. I did modify them slightly, in that I left off some smiley faces that the pattern developers probably put on there to make them more kid-friendly/kid-attractive (they were marketed as learn-to kits for ages 8 and up, and no I have no shame because I thought they were fun). They’ll look fun in my cross-stitch bathroom (we have a half-bath on the second floor that is exclusively decorated in the random cross-stitch I’ve done over the years). I dug out another kit I’d started but not finished, a sampler of sorts about coffee that’s all white thread on black fabric, but it was the end of the night yesterday so I only did a single thread before I called it an evening and wound myself down.