it was the best of days it was the worst of days

It was my birthday this week. Due to work, vacation schedules and such I sort of celebrated it all week long. On Tuesday April took me to lunch and gave me this really cool present. That is sock yarn that she dyed herself with a drawstring bag and a little case to hold my needles. I just love it. I give away most of what I make, but this pair of socks is going to be for me.

DH made dinner for me on Thursday, my actual birthday, and wrote in my card that he was taking me here this weekend. We always went when we lived in the area before and hadn't been in years. I had forgotten how much I missed it. We didn't buy much, but I just like to look at what people are making and get inspiration. DH bought me a present. This cute little bear. He came home and climbed right up on my mantle between the silhouettes of my children, under my teddy bear picture and made himself at home. The lady who made him had a sign up saying she is offering a class at one of the local high schools in October. I'm going to take it to learn how to make my own bears. I've made bears before, but only small ones with button joints. This class is going to teach me real joints.

After we got home I was making a yummy stir fry for dinner and laid my knitting aside on the couch. I was chatting away with DH and not paying attention to what I was doing. As I levered myself off the couch I heard a crack. Oh no! My 47" circular needle that I had just gotten to learn 2 at a time socks. Snapped! I was heartsick. I am only about 3 inches away from being finished and I can't continue. DH tried to glue them, but the first try didn't work. They are clamped now and I am not to try again for 24 hours DH's orders. He was so sweet. He felt so bad for me. If this gluing doesn't work I'm just going to have to work on something else until I can replace my needle. Maybe it's a message to finish some of my other projects.