The Sublime And The Ridiculous...You Decide Which Is Which!

Well, the day was all I feared it would be and more. It was like Armageddon, a Metallica Concert and A Trip To The Dentist all rolled into one. When the last little one unable to board the bus safely was retrieved by his mother ("Honestly, Ms. Sheep, I don't understand why you don't just drink all the time!!!" quoth she) I fled the scene and rushed home to peace and quiet only a single gal's home can provide. A package awaited. But first:

Fingerless Glove #1 completed during Gray's Anatomy last night!!! I cast on for the second, but made a bit of a boo-boo in the ribbing due to the lateness of the hour. I opted to rip it out and start over rather than try to correct it. I was only a few rows in, anyway. I'm feeling pretty optimistic regarding my chances of finishing these before my next appointment with Amy!

Regarding my soggy package sitting out in the rain awaiting The Sheep's arrival: This was the first of the Knit Annie challenge purchases! I was anxious to take a peek, but made myself complete the Monday workout with the bike and weights first. The Sheep ain't nothing if not committed. Then I opened up the box and took a look at my new stuff! For those who don't recall the sequence of events, it went something like this: Horrific Week, Numerous Grumpy Posts, KA challenging The Sheep to go out over the weekend and be wild and spontaneous, Sheep choosing to purchase impractical shoes as a means for meeting said challenge. This is a bad shot but:

Now, please remember, I live alone! Trying to take a picture of oneself is challenging enough without also needing to crop one's head due to bad-day-at-school-hair!!! Most of my neighbors are males and I fear that if I approached one of them and asked, "hey would you mind taking a picture of me in my new f**k-me pumps that I bought 'cause some woman in England told me to" it might, perchance, give the wrong impression. Men are weird. The sweater is an off-the-shoulder number and the shoes are maryjanes with a heel from hell:

And I mean that in a good way!

I actually can remember the last time I wore a 4" heel: it was Karen M's wedding back in 1990! These are a little bit big as they didn't have my exact size, but I'm pretty sure that my hooves will swell up like blowfish in these bad boys so the fit should be perfect after the first hour or so. Now I just have to figure out where I'm going to wear these things. I'm not sure if they will be a good choice for grocery shopping day. Perhaps I can convince camadsmom to pick up a pair of hooker heels and head out on the town with me. mrichme can watch the little ones...it will give him a blog topic!

Tonight's plan is to rest up, make a bit more progress on glove #2 and maybe even practice walking in my new, girly shoes!

SA