luxe

today was a bit busier than it has been, which is good. i have been so broke forever, it seems. it is no fun at all. i went to the farmer’s market with jake, got a ton of crap and ate stuff that is not on my diet. i have been craving all sorts of crap and am at my cravings’ mercy. it is so not me. and no, i am not pregnant. god forbid. no offense to those of you with little cuties at home…

i started the slippers, you know the ones that have no photo or schematic with them…so i am not even sure what they will look like. why would i knit something without a photo? i am insane. clearly. anyway, i think i am almost done with the first one. i say i think, because i don’t know what it should look like. does it go this way? or this way? dunno, yinz.

i have a big kitten laying on my knitting and the pattern binder.

jake told me about one of his coworkers’ friends who has lupus and has to get chemotherapy on top of all of the immunosuppressive drugs because she has a problem where her system is killing her kidneys…i looked up the chemo treatment, i had never heard of it, wow. i cannot imagine. and the girl works still. people with that condition have to take massive doses of corticosteroids, as well. so we know how great those are for you. it scares the shit out of me. i know you can’t worry about things that haven’t happened, i normally don’t. it just really upset me. i have really bad memory problems that are getting worse. my problems with my arms, hands, legs and feet are constant, i start thinking, what would i do if i couldn’t use my hands? my lifelong fear, the reason i never wanted to ride a bike, roller skate, do anything, fear of hurting my hands. how ironic would that be?

my shop friend alex came in and told me he is a MAILMAN! how cool is that? he had mentioned it before, but he is so adorable, he will have a girlfriend in every neighborhood. i suggested a sugar mama. he said that would be fine. he best be careful what he wishes for. in fact, i know some women that may volunteer. i won’t mention any names. i asked him if he remembered the mailman from “better off dead” and he is too young to remember!! the horror!!

i best get back to knitting. i swear, no more complaining to-morrow.

and once again, thanks for showing up to read my blog, regardless of my negative attitude and bad photos, and of sending my such sweet reassurances. you are so amazing. i love you all….

xoxo,
n.