I woke this morning from the strangest dream, let me tell you. Currently, the Mister is working a swing shift where for two weeks he works morning (7am-3pm) and then for two weeks he works nights (3pm-11pm). He has just started the morning portion of his swing shift today. When he works the A.M. shift I somehow end up getting up with him around 5am and talk with him until he goes to shower and leave, then I go back to sleep. Typically though, my contacts remain out and so these early early mornings, though enjoyable, are extremely blurry.
Now the dream, I dreamnt this morning….. in hazy blurry no contacts vision no less…. that my house was infested with bats. The dream specifically went that I heard some commotion, went downstairs to check, and found the Mister swatting at an infestation of bats in my kitchen. They had escaped into my kitchen from a ginormous hole in the wall located behind my microwave. As he swatted and chased them they just sort of hung around grabbing onto the walls with their freaky little wingy arm claws. When I woke up I reflexify patted my head to see if there were any in my hair. You’re all welcome to try and divine/interpret the meaning behind the dream. My current theory is its my subconcious telling me not to cook or something freaky will happen to my hair.
In other news, I have Dragonlady Designs stitch markers on the way. As I told you previously I am a Stitch Marker Ho, and generally if I want to remember something specific, or reward myself, I get a set of stitch markers. By the time the Stitch Markers get here I will……………..
……………………….have fully completed my first pair of socks, made all on my own, with no help!
With Virgin Sock Voyage v2.0 I had some issues. The yarn was awesome. The pattern was great (even after that whole forum questioning of ‘Do I Slip 11 stitches?’). I still intend on finishing the pair (not even having started sock #2 yet). Thing is, I really had to pay attention. So while it was awesome laundromat knitting, it wasn’t Stephieface Were-Athon knitting. In any case, by the time the new stitch markers arrive the “blood moon socks” (get it? get it? from knitting them while watching a were-athon) will be completed, and I can add these puppies to my collection:
I think….. I think with all this sock knitting…. that I’ve succumbed….. succumbed to the dark side.