Reading: Mary Queen of Scots by Antonia Fraser. I picked this up at the rented condo in Tahoe late last month. When I came home I bought my own hardcopy, further proving that ten cent books with $3.99 in shipping through Amazon threaten to collapse every bookshelf in the house even though every corner of the house is filled. I am charmed by the writer's story telling.
Mary of Guise was cute as peaches. Mary of Scots' execution was spectacularly horrifying and well documented, down to hand drawn diagrams.
Work: Z'okay no, actually. I actually get to breathe and not stress over every flipping piece of paper.
Medication: My meds have taken a dip and some very funky turns have left me staring exactly where I was a decade ago. Hopefully the rebalancing and sunshine will help.
On the Needles: The world's ugliest socks composed of bits and pieces of leftovers I haven't the heart to pitch. It's been a lesson, wearing and making socks. I wear nothing but the handmade and they damn well better be up to the washer and dryer. As much as I adore the hand-dyed and handspun, most are up to the task of living in my clogs 10 hours at a time. There is a pile of socks seven pair deep that now require darning which is a none too pleasant task. If they were lesser objects, I'd just pitch them. As it is: the yarn alone cost more than $20 (Malabrigo, Socks that Rock) in varying lacy patterns. Even in the most basic socks (64 stitches around on size 2.25 mm dlp needles) that can be knitted as I walk, read, watch movies take at the very least a week to make a single one. Lace confections take longer.