The damn universe has been flattening out my hubris again. After weeks of searching for the fourth button for my orange sweater I found it in, yes, the same (and only!) button tin that I had searched through nearly every day. It is a 5" wide tin; it is but shallowly filled. How did I finger through it at least a dozen times and not see it? Rrrrr. I was so angry that the buttons waited a week for attachment. Take that!
On the same day, Reader, both Kauni mittens disappeared. I have searched every pocket, every bag and baglet that i have ever dragged to work, every laundry basket and bin -- no sign of them. I have been extra paranoid about MittenAwayImmediately! when riding the bus, so I hope dolefully that they are in the house somewhere. But it seems certain that the day i find them I will lose something else.
In further proof that some sort of balancing act is out of control, I brought home that gem of out-of-print The Principles of Knitting by June Hiatt. I couldn't believe that the library lets them circulate. So far, the hype is deserved: the style is just chatty enough but still gang-busters informing. I wouldn't pay $200, but if they reprinted? definately $80 or so.
While enjoying this amazing addition to my library queque I leaned on my glasses -- "why is my pillow making a snapping noise? oh." This is my first broken frame since . . . 1997? when I took a left turn a little fast coming out of campus (it was sunny, you would have too) and the glasses slowly and smoothly slid across the dash, and zip! out the window onto a quite busy road. I pulled over immediately and got to watch them get shot around by the car tires. Good times.
I do maintain that despite my cluttered living habits i have a good track record with eyeglasses; and this incident with beloved and long-lived Diane Capt 44D02 happened two days before my eye appointment to fill two new frames. I think they hid under the pillow on Purpose, damn it!
