I need some cozy jammies and a warm bed. A tall beverage with brandy in it would be nice, too.
What's the trouble you ask? Well, and thank you for asking, the scarf that I have been knitting through every snatched moment is in the garbage. Yes. And, given its condition, that's the best place for it. Sometimes things just can't be unraveled. Perhaps they could be, but would it be worth the time and the trouble? No. So the scarf joins the ruined candy and becomes merely stuff to write about.
Anyone else having troubles with anything? Gift wrap multiplying in your dining room? Crumbs in the keyboard? Dishes stacked to the rafters? Ice lining the drive?
(Imagine a woman bathing in a suds filled old-fashioned claw footed tub with candle glow lighting her face.)
Perhaps a nice long soak in a warm tub will soothe the aching muscles and, if that's not enough, you can head to Abbie's Place: Whimsy of a Staggering Woman where you'll find Whose Woods Are These...nice song, too.