Grace and Aplomb...?

This morning at the supermarket, I injured my knee so badly on a shopping cart that for a moment I was sure it was broken. (My knee, I mean. The shopping cart was undamaged.) The only good thing about this is that it didn't happen on Wednesday, when I was already decidedly grumpy and probably couldn't have handled it with the grace and aplomb I displayed today. Okay, there are two good things: my knee isn't actually broken. But it is going to bruise up something fierce. I'm expecting shades of purple never seen by human eyes. All because I'm fantastically uncoordinated! Tadaaa!

And now: Miss Dashwood's Bunny in a Dress!


Her name is Sid's Mom. (My suggestion of Eloise was rejected several times.) She's another little darling from the world of Mr. Funky, made of Lion Brand Jiffy. Her dress is Caron Simply Soft, and trimmed with a leftover bit of peach angora. I finished her up on Wednesday, despite my episode of grumpiness.

What was I grumpy about on Wednesday? By ten o'clock that night, the list ran as follows:
-> Damn, it is cold.
-> Why do I keep dropping everything?
-> Aaaaaauugh there is a huge whopping great mistake in Gloriana and I haven't even done a full pattern repeat! (Gloriana has been put out of its misery. I might have tried to fix it, if I'd finished a pattern repeat or two, but starting over some other time seemed like a better idea.)
-> Why can't I get anything on my shortwave radio? Is there a big jamming signal over Ohio, or something? All I can get is local religious programming, which is a poor substitute for the news and music from other countries that I was hoping for.
-> Apparently the Plague is taking over Pine Valley, and what do they mean "Jesse Returns Friday"? Jesse, bless him, has been dead for 20 years, which was totally unfair in the first place because I adored Jesse, so how exactly does he Return Friday? This better be good, because I may have mentioned that I adore Jesse, and I want a good story here. It's bad enough Jesse's son Frankie has the Plague.
-> It is really cold.
-> And why did I start these mittens? They're hard! (Insert high-pitched whining here.)

It turns out there is a cure for Total Whining Grumpiness: Garter-stitch dishcloths! (And hot chocolate. Several applications of hot chocolate are also helpful.)


Aaahh, much better. I think I may even be able to tackle a new sock, once I finish that pink dishcloth. And are those eyelets all around those dishcloths? Why, I believe that counts as lace! Bwaaa-ha-ha-ha.