Yesterday, was a busy day, full of joyous interactions with several groups of people.
I had a lovely visit with my Physical Therapist. Even if I don't actually enjoy some of those exercises, I'm always glad to have been there.
After working on my body, I joined my classmates at the Senior Resources Center, where we gave chair massages to the folks who work there. There's nothing quite as delighftul as seeing stressed out people relax. We gave massages to people who had never gotten a massage before, and saw faces go from tight and drawn to open and relaxed. Chair massages are more tiring for me than table massages, but they have the advantage of letting me see four or even six different people experience a positive change in their day because of something I did in the same amount of time.
When I bid my fellow massage therapists in training adieu, I headed over to a friend's house to join my fellow "Crafty Ladies" for a late lunch (truly delicious home made soup)and some birthday cake (one of them celebrated her birthday this week, and another of them has mad cake decorating skills). It was there that my loss occurred.
After amazing food, we took up our various needles and hooks, and I resumed knitting these socks.
Well, to be honest, I was working on the toe of the other sock, but whose counting. That picture isn't nearly as fun.
Anyway, I was using my much beloved Darn Pretty Needles ... the Purple Passion ones... (swoon). I picked up this needle:
And then, I knit about half way across one needle (note, at the toe, we're not yet into any exciting stuff, like cables -- I was just working stockinette toes!) and suddenly, there was a snap! and one needle tip went flying. Now I have this:
I'm sad on several levels. I fear that Tom might no longer be making these particular needles.
The socks are in mourning.
I went home, and went to bed. (Oddly, though I am rarely able to fall asleep during the day, I fell asleep in mere seconds).
My evening ended surrounded by knitting friends. working on an afghan that must wait until daylight to have it's picture taken.
I'll miss my lovely DP DPN (Darn Pretty Double Pointed Needle). I'm hoping its cousin will come stay with us. Other needles aren't quite the same.