My knitting room saw a fair amount of action over the holiday weekend, as I madly knit up a couple of garments for Lion Brand Creative Director, Margery Winter. She gave yarn to our instructor at RISD with the suggestion that we "See what we can come up with." I made a sleeveless charcoal boucle top and a skater skirt. The skirt is blocking and I have no idea at all if it will look ok or not. Margery Winter is kind of a knitting hero of mine. I believe I called her the Jimi Hendrix of knitting a few years ago when I met her daughter-in-law in the park.
And because barely a week ever goes by without some drama here at Casapinka, Bubbles decided to go and fracture her orbital bone, or so we think. Cue the typical argument that goes on between us when someone is injured. Husband: I think she has a fracture. Pink: No way, it's a bruise. PLEASE. People get beat up all the time in bars and don't get broken bones. "Husband: Well, it's very tender all around her eye. Pink: Right. Bruises are tender! They won't bother x-raying it so it doesn't really matter. Hubs: They'll go right to CT. Pink: And I don't want her to have all that radiation for no reason. Husband: It won't change anything, will it? She's not entrapped, she doesn't have diplopia." Juniorette, waking us in the middle of the night: "I feel aaaaawful. I'm hot and cold, and dizzy and my eye huuuuurts (wailing.) Husband, semi-jubilant, elbows me. "Told ya...its'a fracture fever." So, my kid runs through the backyard at Casapinka while chasing KitKat, steps on a rake and BLAM. Gets a black eye. Luky, Husband brought home Georgetown Cupcakes on Thursday when he returned from Washington. They cure a lot of ills, even broken faces.