Though I suppose it beats the alternative.
Since I started working out, I've been having problems with my ankles. Truth be told, they were bothering me before that, due most likely to the sudden thirty-pound weight gain I had last winter. So, tonight, we went out to the outlet mall and got these:
New tennies. I did not, in fact, pick them out to look cool. I found the cheapest, lightest shoes that had a low 'collar' (the part that goes around the ankle). They were these. The fact that I've always loved the aqua/yellow color combination is just happy coincidence. (Have I ever mentioned that due to my hand problems, I really HATE lace-up shoes?)
My ankles already feel better.
While at the outlet mall, the baby had another throw-herself-on-the-floor-and-scream conniption fit.
I'm really unamused by that. Even if the husbeast was there to help haul her away.
As for the knitting, the lace edge goes on and on and on. And on. And on.
Last night I re-knit the same two rows four times, screwing them up over and over. Eventually this morning I straightened it out. (Or rather, I picked back past the troublesome two rows, and re-knit it all. Still no idea exactly what stitches were wrong.) As always, the lesson remains: complex knitting + drugs = bad.
So that's it at my house. Screaming babies, creaky ankles, and fucked up knitting. Gonna be a gooood weekend.
Hope yours is better.