Well, it's been a crazy day. I know I promised pictures of my new Socks that Rock yarn but time and the daylight have been against me. I may have to just give up and pull out the old Ott light to get a picture at night. For those of you who just can't stand the suspense, you can check out X-mas Rock and Nodding Violet at Blue Moon Fiber Arts.
Today was one of those nutso, cuckoo days that make you smack your head and go, "What was I thinking?!?" Between a local hockey tournament and dance, I managed to spend about 6 hours sitting in lousy bleachers and missing the last period of each of two hockey games, both of which ended in ties, just to get DD#1 to dance activities. Now if you think it's easy to walk out of a close hockey game at the beginning of the third period, no matter how much you love your daughter and dance, you have another think coming. Yikes, it about broke my heart!
Then the day culminated with DD#1's performance tonight at a High School dance show. The dance studio where all my daughters take dance was invited to bring several classes to the performance to showcase different groups our studio promotes. It was a fun show to watch but all those hours sitting on bleachers and going in and out of cold has my back a hollerin' at me now.
So, by way of comfort, I made myself a stack of waffles as a bedtime snack. Now, this is where you get to find out something weird about me. This is how I like my waffles. This only works with cheap, frozen toaster waffles. Good, home-made waffles wouldn't taste good this way. After toasting until warmed through, but not crispy, you spread with natural peanut butter (no sugar added). Then you squirt a good dollop of canned whipped cream on top and drizzle with real maple syrup. If I'm feeling really down, a sprinkle of finely grated pecans can be added. Add a sweet dessert wine and comfort has truly begun.
Of course, I will grab HockeyBoys Socks and try a little comfort knitting as well. These are the largest socks I've ever knit (DS#1 has hit his growth spurt and has BIG feet) and, being all black thus far, seem to be taking forever. But I have started the heel gusset, so we're getting close to the fun stuff. Of course, after a glass of wine, I don't dare attempt Samus but there is always tomorrow. And thank heaven, there is no dance and only one potential tournament game on the morrow. Whew - how do you spell relief?