This weekend started out great!
Friday night I made this leek, chard and corn flatbread (with the leeks from my deck!)
I got some shots of the products of our glass-making class (I'll still do a more detailed post later, but I know you've just been quivering with anticipation to see our flowers and paper weights, right? RIGHT??!?)
And the paper weights (or "art orbs," as Michael calls them).
Then, Saturday morning happened. Spoiler: I AM OK.
Let me set the picture for you...I am walking downstairs, with a mug (thankfully empty) in my left hand, and my Kindle Fire in my right hand. I'm discussing the morning schedule with Michael, who's still upstairs.
Heather: So I think I'm going to exercise.
Michael: Why wouldn't you?
Heather: I might injure myself.
Michael: Just don't injure yourself so bad you can't go on the cruise. (we're leaving next weekend)
Heather: Oh, come on, how could I possibly injure myself that bad--
Heather: --or I could just fall down the stairs.
Michael: What? Are you serious? ARE YOU OK??!? (sound of running)
Yeah. I fell down the stairs. Only about four. But here's the weird thing (you know, besides it happening right after that conversation): I fell forward. And the other weird thing: I didn't drop my mug. I was still holding on to it when I started to evaluate my injuries (right hip, right elbow, left shin, left knee, and back of left hand). What? Yeah, somehow I scraped skin off the back of my left hand, even though there is nothing nearby that I could have hit it on, AND I STILL HELD ON TO THE MUG. Weird.
So instead of hermitting and stitching, I was hermitting and icing to minimize bruising. It's really hard to stitch with your right elbow elevated above your heart. (It is possible to play Lego Harry Potter that way, though.) It somewhat worked; the visible bruises aren't too bad. But my elbow HURTS.
Sunday there were lots and lots of errands and general freaking out about packing because we were supposed to do that Saturday before I took myself out of the game.
Now please enjoy my very fuzzy TUSAL (made so mostly by this scarf, but also by my less-than-stellar focusing skillz).
|Yummy flatbread is yummy, our glass turned out pretty cool, and this is why my mother didn't name me Grace.|