A Moment of Grace

I hadn't been out of the house for a couple of days, so this afternoon I decided to go grocery shopping with my mom.  I made it as far as the driveway, where I committed one of the greatest pratfalls of all time.  It wasn't pretty, ya'll.  The only thing I could think as I sprawled across the pavement was, "oh, please, don't let me have broken anything."  Because, of course, I don't have any insurance.  Fortunately, while the palm of my left hand is pretty shredded, and the whole hand is stiff and swollen, there's no sign of broken bones.  Whew.

And speaking of graceful, Julie mentioned in the comments getting food all over her sleeves.  I don't have that problem so much, but I do have an amazing ability to dribble food down my front.  I don't think I have a single shirt that doesn't have a stain somewhere.  Since I'm getting new clothes, it's time to do something about it.  When we saw my great aunt last month, she had something she called her "pearls", and I plan to try to make something similar for myself.  Auntie's is a string of pearl beads with an alligator clip at each end.  You sling the strand around your neck and clip each end to the napkin instead of tucking it into your shirt.  The difference is that I plan to knit a length of icord instead of using beads.  Sock yarn should make a thin enough cord, and the colors should be a lot of fun.  When I told Mom what I was planning to do, she decided she wanted one, too.  So now I have a new project, as soon as the swelling goes down.  ugh.