Somewhere I had a horoscope that said Wednesdays are my lucky days, but so far, I’ve had my best days on Thursdays. I could sure use one today, since it’s accrual day at work (which is actually two days) and our processors were on duty ’til 10:00 eastern, trying to get last-minute stuff done. (For the record, I want to slap their manager when he gets on conference calls and says stuff like, “We’re looking good here. I have no concerns for month-end.” Obviously the man isn’t a baseball fan, or he’d know, you don’t tempt fate like that. You never say a pitcher has a no-hitter going–unless he’s on the opposing team–you never talk about the streak, and you never say, “Everything’s fine.” That’s exactly when things stop being fine.)
That aside, last night I did the impossible. I’ve had a barghello afghan pattern on my to-do list for over 10 years. I found the pattern back when I first started to crochet, and the colors were SO pretty, I wanted to make one. The design is HUGE; you could fit two kids under one of these things and neither one would catch a draft. Unfortunately, I couldn’t seem to make sense of it. I tried it a few times, frogged, tried again, and finally gave up. Over the years I’d try it again with no success…until last night. I found a reprint of the pattern on Facebook, so I saved it to my flash drive and printed it. When I brought it home, I dug out some purple Red Heart and gave it a shot, and wouldn’t you know, NOW I get it. I’m on the 3rd repeat (two stripes, then change colors; I’m doing it at random, based on what falls out of my stash first) and I’m madly in love with it, to the point where I’d gladly stay home and spend the day on it, both because it’s just so gorgeous and because today’s perfect afghan-making weather, which we won’t have on Sunday. (And yeah, there’s that month-end crap at work going on that I’d love to avoid.) I should be writing-slash-reading through the Donald Maass workbook, but tonight, after I get home from work, get off the 4:00 conference call–which I suspect is going to wrap up around 5:30, because some people love to hear themselves talk–and go to the gym, I’m going to make the boys their dinner and watch the Phillies game while adding to this afghan. Then the trick will be, deciding who to give it to, because now that the pattern makes sense, I’ll be making more of these. Once my yarn embargo is over, I think I’m even going to treat myself to the colors the pattern calls for. 🙂
And on top of that, this morning I was digging in my purse for money to give to Alex for the camp bake sale today—he’s all excited; I think they let him help bake—so I told him, “Get me something. Chocolate chip cookies are my favorite.” (He knows I’ll share.) I pulled out my walllet and voila! Just beneath it was the size 3 DPN I thought I lost on the first day of camp. I was working on a sock when I was surprised to see the counselor waiting for us, and I shoved everything back in my sewing bag, but couldn’t find the needle. I thought I dropped it in the grass—and could only imagine the havoc it would cause when the lawnmower found the needle—but no, somehow it fell into my purse. Yay!
On the other hand, I’m a little nervous that this is as good as my day’s going to get. 🙂