So Much for Productivity...

Pulled out the veggies to start prepping dinner tonight and realized the knife that I'd thought I'd cleaned last night still had some dried bits of shallot stuck to it.  Those were stubborn little boogers; I started scrubbing at them with the nylon scrubber and...suddenly my hand slipped off. The momentum of the movement didn't stop, however, and the result was that I slammed my index finger right into the cutting edge of the knife.

About an hour later we were headed home from urgent care and  I had four stitches.  We were literally in and out in about 20 minutes.  THAT is miraculous right there, lol.  I was able to make an appointment and fill out...well, have My Sweet Babboo fill out...the registration paperwork online before we left.  When we put in the reason for the visit...'Cut finger...kitchen accident" we got a pop up message that this could be a life-threatening situation and I should consider going to the ER. 

Um, I think it's gonna be ok....

Fortunately it hit the side of the knuckle first, which probably is the only thing that kept me from severing things like nerves and tendons.  I don't know that it cut to the bone but I can't imagine that it didn't.  It was a very sharp knife, I hit it hard and there isn't much meat there to begin with.  And it bled like nobody's business.  But, since the cut is at the knuckle, I have to wear the splint at least until the stitches are removed next week. Bending it could pop the stitches.

So.  Looks like I'm going to be reading and catching up on streaming programs for the next couple of weeks.

I had gotten the jacket muslin put together but it was too slim through the torso.  Altered up the pattern...good ol pivot and slide...and was ready to give it another go.  But that's gotta wait now.

And you wouldn't believe how many typing errors I had to go back and correct...some SEVERAL times.  Gonna be a fun couple of weeks at work...

Squeezing in a queue addition and a RTW rant...

We have company coming this weekend, which means I have to make the room I use for cutting back into a guest room.

It's not in too bad of a shape...well, it's been worse, anyway.  But I'm determined to get a top cut out before I pack it all up.

I've traced off virtually all the pieces of Vogue 9057  ...the view with the shirttail hem, the view with the pointy hem, both views with the assymetric hem...which I traced face up and face down, to get that offset...and the bracelet length sleeve and the deep-hemmed-for-rolling long sleeve and an extra short sleeve to be rolled a bit, plus one neckline binding to use. (And I just realized I didn't trace the armhole binding for the sleeveless version...rats...).  But I'm going to cut one of those out of the yummy brown rayon 4-way stretch that's been in the stash a while.   Probably won't get it sewn this weekend...there is company coming, after all...but soon.  Hopefully before Oct. 25th, so I can wear it in choir this month.

And we still have a plastic curtain with a red zipper blocking the back part of the house...fall break means the contractor went to the beach with his family.  So.  We have oddball stuff just crammed everywhere; it's going to be an interesting visit.

I had a wee bit of time yesterday between leaving work and having to be home for my youngster to climb in the car and head off to his second shift janitorial job, so I stopped at the mall in search of some colored jeans.  I wanted a gray pair and a brown pair.

I parked in front of the store that I'd had jeans-purchasing success in earlier this year, but a quick wander around didn't turn up any colored jeans.  So I hiked to the department store at the other end (fortunately it is not a huge mall).  I found three tables with colored jeans...Gloria Vanderbilts, Lees, and another brand that escapes me at the moment.

I started trying on 14's and 16's.   That was the size I'd bought last.

They were huge.  Granted, they were high in lycra content and they were labeled as 'relaxed fit' but...holy cow.  I went back and tried again.

I ended up with a pair of 10's and a pair of 12's that might be a bit big but I was tired of trying on.

Now, before you get all excited that my weight loss program has worked so well, I need to tell you that there is no weight loss going on here.

In fact, I currently weigh about ten pounds more than I weighed when I checked into the hospital nearly 30 years ago to deliver my firstborn.  When my regular, non-maternity size was a 10.

There is NO WAY I should've  left the store yesterday with size 10 pants.  NONE.

Now, I'm way beyond thinking the number on the size tag means anything at all.  But it would've saved me a LOT OF TIME had those jeans been marked for the actual size I am.  Then I would've tried on the right size to begin with, instead of pants that were two to three sizes too big.

 CRA-ZEE.

At least they were on sale.  I got both pairs for less than $60.  That was encouraging, considering I was on the brink of giving Stitch Fix a try with a request for gray jeans...knowing that the jeans that came in the one box I sampled had a $128 price tag (that whole box went back...).  I was that convinced that my wardrobe NEEDS gray jeans.  So, while I'm shaking my head over the size tag, I'm tickled to get something new into the wardrobe;  the only non-blue-denim I've worn in longer than I can remember is black.

You will see them in the Choir Wardrobe.  Probably a lot.

They'll look good with those Tilton tops..

These are the comments I get...

I've gotten some pretty pathetic ones, but this one takes the cake.  It was posted from some spammer in Pakistan; I actually laughed out loud when I read it.  I mean, does the poor person even know what they wrote?

This was a comment on yesterday's lengthy choir weekend post...which, of course, did not mention a lamb anywhere:

I’ve never heard of that before, there are lots of fascinating customs. Your lamb turned out really well. I hope it brings you every good thing, including prosperity. TFS! 

The link tacked on to the end purported to be  to an online source for the GED.  I don't think I would trust the writer of that comment to advise anyone on getting educated...unless GED stands for something else that my sheltered life would not recognize.  In any case, I wasn't clicking on nothin'...not after just getting the computer back to something like normal after the last virus.

Spam, spam, spam, spam... delete, delete, delete, delete....