Monday, January 31, 2011

YUCK

When you take care of a 4-year-old who is sick with a cold, it's pretty hard not to cuddle him, right?

Right. End result? Gibson gifted me with his cold -- he's much better now, of course, but I started feeling crappy on Saturday afternoon and woke up yesterday morning with the full-meal-deal: fever, stuffed up, sore throat, runny nose and coughing. YUCK.

It should have stopped me (but it didn't) from going to a huge yarn sale in Metchosin yesterday - someone known to one of the gals in my Thursday spinning group closed down a yarn store a few years ago in the interior, and all this yarn has been in storage since. We were privately invited to day one of the sale, which was held in an old empty garage. Wendy reminded me to get out my camera, and I still forgot .... but between the yarn fumes and the lousy cold, my brain must have been befuddled: I came home with about 40 25-gram skeins of sock wool ($1 each -- seriously, wouldn't you have??), enough of a lovely black boucle-type wool for a cardigan for myself, and a few other assorted skeins of loveliness.

Several of us went to Wendy's for tea afterwards, but by then I just wanted to be home in my bed -- by 4 pm I was curled up in Michael's recliner with his alpaca blanket over me, and didn't even have the energy to knit.

This morning I feel like I've been run over by a truck ... but I might be able to summon some knitting energy. I have some wool. :)

1 comment:

Penny said...

so sorry you are sick. Stay home tomorrow I do not want your sickness.