Mandala waistcoat update.

Row 21, change colour to petrol blue, next row and I make the armholes.

Aches, pains and little blue pills

It's all medical round here at the moment.

DD took DGD Suzy to A&E today, she has had a vile smelling runny nose since Christmas. A foreign was suspected, umpteen visits to the Dr's bore no result. An emergency ENT appointment booked for 27th February (if that's an emergency appointment I hate to think how long the wait is for an ordinary appointment) in desperation DD was told to take Suzy to A&E, an hour later, a lot of screaming a bloody nose and finally a small foam holly berry was retrieved, result!

My L&M has a problem with his feet, he already has plantar faciitis, from too much walking, he then developed problems with the skin on his feet, he started to develop trench foot. He has an 'all weather' job but wet weather gear was not provided as his duties could be arranged to avoid inclement weather. His duties were changed to include standing outside for 90 minutes in the piddling rain. Wet weather gear was eventually ordered but took four months to arrive.

Yesterday he had a hospital appointment and is now waiting for an appointment for an MRI. He has also been prescribed with some little blue pills, no not those little blue pills, but they do seem to be having a similar effect. It's like the Martini advert round here, any time, any place, anywhere!

Whilst my L&M at the hospital he visited a friend of ours P, who is in hospital with an eye problem, P got some dirt in his eye when gardening and it worked its way round to the back of the eye, P's whole face swelled up and he was in agony, he is now on intravenous antibiotics and will be in hospital for a few more days.  Once the infection is under control there is talk of the eye being popped out so the dirt can be cleansed from behind it.

One step forward

Only a small one, we haven't found the place we want to move to yet, but we have found someone who want's our house.
Baby steps, but better than nothing.

The bra saga and ongoing decluttering

I'm still decluttering, though there isn't much left to do now.

I tried on a couple of tee shirts and decided I could do without them so I passed them on to a friend who is on a low wage and has 3 sons to feed and clothe.

I also decided to declutter my underwear drawer again, I'd done a vague run at it and got rid of a lot of X-rated items and some cheese cutter thongs but this time I attacked the bras. I had six, I threw three away as they were very tatty, I dismantled one and saved some bits of lace.

I'm left with two, I can manage with two, I don't always wear a bra anyway and if I do I wash it at night when I take it off and it's dry by morning.

There is just one problem, one of the bras is soft and has a natural (saggy) contour, the other is underwired and padded, nothing is allowed to sag, it is what my beloved refers to as a Rawhide bra. From a very old cowboy tv series starring Clint Eastwood. The theme song contained the phrase 'Head em up, move em out'. This bra definitely heads them up and out and when wearing it I am oft reminded of my friend Joy's encouraging comment of 'Chin up tits out!'
PS, edited in light of Joy's comment. 

Rambler

Did you allow enough chain stitches to allow for them being used as the first stitches in your return row?

I swear by YouTube when I trying to learn something new.

It has been my constant companion since starting DD's waistcoat.

I have to admit I never make a swatch to check my tension/size, I know I crochet tight so I always use a hook one size bigger than recommended.

Also I  usually make scarves and blankets so they tend to end up whatever size they end up.

In a grump

Moan, moan, whinge, whinge, bitch bitch.

I cannot go to my Tuesday writers circle as I can't see to drive in the dark.

I was hoping to meet a friend for coffee on Wednesday but by the time she was free it was too late for me to get there and back before it got dark.

A colleague, one of the last ones that pops in for a chat is leaving soon.

Bitch, bitch, whinge, whinge, moan moan.

Big hook little hook

 On my big hook the first row of a chunky baby blanket in variegated pink and white yarn for a colleague.

On my little hook, the mandala waistcoat.