Heh. Wednesday -- my usual day off in a normal week of four 10s -- is nothing but work, work, work -- the type of work that "in progress" entails laundry detergent, checkbooks, dishrags, grocery stores, and other sundries and chores. You know the type.
Today's included my first "annual" exam in three years. I was pretty much in agreement with my nurse practitioner that I was, indeed, probably POST-menopausal, but I wanted the bloodwork done anyway. I'm terrible at keeping track, but I know it's been two years since I started skipping, and it could be a year, more or less, since I had a period at all. I know everyone is different, but that seems quick. I never did have hot flashes during the day, and it's not often that I get hot at night anymore, either -- it almost always has to do with how many I share the bed with.
Okay then. Given that tidbit of information, you may or may not be surprised to know that I've got the Clap, and I've got it good.
Clapotis. Do some people save all the dropping of stitches 'til the end? I can't stand it! I have dropped every available stitch the minute I've been able -- and it's true, what they say. It's thrilling!
I have this beautiful new bag that coordinates nicely with my latest project! It was made by my textile-artist friend Pat. DH brought it home from the co-op gallery because of the lovely fabrics and colors -- he wanted me to photograph them and then he was going to take it back. I fell in love with it, though; completely enchanted by the richness of the fabric, the gorgeous cording, the lovely gold-toned hardware in contrast with the... what do you call it, "deconstruction"?... of the... construction. The reinforcement for the grommets are just layers of fabric scraps, trimmed but not finished; same for the pockets, inside and out, all neatly trimmed and certain to fray a bit at some point. I just love it! No surprise... I love Pat, too!