I was excited on Friday. The Store was buzzing, full of knitters, crocheters, and spinners dropping in on their way to Rhinebeck. I was going too! Through a stroke of good luck, I scored a seat on the bus to Rhinebeck. I was going to take pictures, see what was going on in the world of sheep and wool and maybe find a unique skein of yarn to Roosh. Then plans changed.
It was one of those things. I was walking, confidently, I might add, to the car for my lunch break. I walk a lot and I usually feel pretty good about it. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, my boots were clicking on the pavement. I stepped on a rock, my ankle rolled and then, I was on the pavement. My phone went flying, my favorite water bottle broke into pieces and I hit my head.
Luckily, I could get up and make my way back to the kitchen inside. My co-workers are wonderful. I was given ice, assessed for possible concussion, and G was called to come get me, all with humor and care. Someone even did my yarn shopping for me!
I'm fine, but I didn't make it to Rhinebeck. From the pictures on Facebook, it looked like a wonderful day. What I did do was nurse my wounds and knit a shawl for my grandmother who is in the hospital.
This is the Rustico Shawlette by Susan Venable. I didn't do a gauge swatch so it came out a little smaller than it should have. I really must have been hit in the head. I know better! I'm blocking it now, on the aggressive side, so it should be fine. It's quite pretty. I hope it keeps my grandmother warm and lets her know I'm thinking of her. Sometimes knitting is all you can do.
I try my best to roll with whatever the day brings. Now, if I can just figure out how to roll over the rocks. Maybe next year Rhinebeck.
