Thank you all for the well wishes for Michael's health. His fever broke Friday morning (he had been hovering in the 101-103 F range, even with medication), which was a huge relief to me, and he seemed alert. I was going to say, "much more alert," but that would imply that he had been more than just barely conscious the rest of the week. Thursday night, I slept for TWELVE HOURS STRAIGHT! I almost fell out of bed when I looked at the time Friday "morning"!
My DF Teresa was in town, so after I had "breakfast", I shockingly abandoned my sick husband and went to hang out and stitch at DF Jill's place. Don't worry; I made sure he was stocked with tissues, meds, chicken soup and ginger ale before I took off. And I didn't stay too long.
What's that? You want to know what I stitched on? Well, perhaps we'd better talk about the state of March Madness, then?
On March 1st and 2nd, I was at Disneyland, so, as I had (with great skill and finesse) predicted, I did nothing craft-related (unless you count watching my spouse sketch). On the 3rd, we were on a plane for four hours, so I worked on my Cookie A Sock Club club socks. =) On odd days, I'll continue to work on those socks until they are done (because if I get them done before the next shipment, I could win FABULOUS! PRIZES! or something). Then, on odd days I'll work on my EGA chapter's project...or my March ornament!
On March 4th, the Sparkly Compote of Decree decided to add insult to the injury of my super-sick spouse by smacking me upside the head with Magical Night.
Ah, Magical Night. I started you fifteen years ago (FIFTEEN!) and then decided that your backstitch colors weren't working for me. The amount of frogging overwhelmed me, and you got set aside. So, this was kind of depressing for my first March Madness project, but frogging was less depressing than admitting defeat, so frog I did.
The 5th saw me turn the heel of the sock and start charging down the foot. I really need to get a picture of that sock!
On the 6th, the SCOD decided that its torture was not complete and gifted me with a one-over-one piece on silk gauze.
On the 8th, once I staggered out of bed, I was pretty sure the SCOD and I were going to have to have words. Or, I was going to have some words for it. The Sparkly Compote of Decree does not, despite continual personification, talk. I drew out a project. I stared at the slip of paper. I had no idea what it was. I was about to Google it when I realized it was a hat I'd already finished. So I drew again. (And possibly AGAIN, but you don't want to hear the whole sordid story.) Suffice it to say that the SCOD finally coughed up the coveted blank slip, the carte blanche, as it were. (Does anyone really know what "as it were" actually means? Enlighten me if you do.)
So, I chose Sapphire Star and got a good bit done on pattern one (the two colorful vertical sections).
Saturday we made a brief trek to lunch and the Botanical Gardens, where I sadly forgot my camera...very sadly, since the orchid show was going on. I still have orchid pictures I need to post! Michael only lasted about an hour at the Gardens. He was pretty wiped out afterward.
Sunday after church and grocery shopping, there was exhaustion on the couch. But then there were cookies!
|Hmmm...this is starting to sound like a Christmas carol..."On the 6th day of Madness, the Compote gave to me..."|