Tomorrow I have the immense joy of going to get my wisdom teeth out. We won’t get into how jittery this is making me or how much I dislike dentists, and the fact that this isn’t a dentist it’s an ORAL SURGEON just about makes me want to throw up. To any one out there in the dental professions: I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re lovely.
At any rate distress on this scale must be dealt with on an even level. Tonight I will be going book shopping, and I do love me a good bookstore. I also needed a good distraction this afternoon while Punky was in school. Cleaning or laundry is no distraction at all as far as I am concerned, so I happily took myself off to the yarn shops. I have a new winter coat, which obviously requires a new scarf! And I figured I could manage a nice simple scarf pattern on big needles while still hopped up on goof balls.
I found this:
I am just planning an easy mistake rib, alternating the 2 colourways. And I am completely ready to re-do whatever I manage while drugged. Just in case.