Very little knitting to speak of except the red sockies I have been knitting in the office between clients. I grabbed some nubby red Lion Brand Wool Ease, cast on 40 stitches and started knitting with size #7 needles to make slipper type socks. I added red heel and toe reinforcement of cotton wrapped with nylon so they will wash easily and wear forever. I don't have time or patience to keep count of stitches or track lace patterns in the office so mindless knitting is in order.
Other than that--no knitting going on here. I am tired at night and have been fighting some vicious little virus that makes me want to quit and put my head on a pillow. Not in the cards!!
I talk to clients about all sorts of things and today we started a "thread" about the things people collect. I am frivolous and fickle when it comes to collecting. Over the years I have collected a variety of things and am now left with odds and ends that don't constitute a true assembly of articles, but are too lovely and too much me to get rid of.
For example: Tea pots--this was really my mother's idea. She started giving me teapots as gifts simply because I drink tea. Can 7 teapots really be a collection?
Antique pens: This is my heart of hearts collection--the thing that friends, family and any gift giver gives me knowing it will be received with great appreciation. There are two antique Mont Blanc pens that I use daily (one on my desk and one beside my computer). They carry a penalty of slow, painful death if touched by anyone other than me. A few of the others are shown here. My treasure is the white pearl Waterman pen given to me by my parents and used when I took shorthand in school. That was at a time when stenographers used pens for shorthand (I say in fear of dating myself).
The other thing that comes close to being a collection but is really utilitarian is my collection of sunglasses. I wore big black sunglasses before Jackie Kennedy made them famous. I had a pair of prescription Jack O's that were actually original Nina Ricci 3203 sunglasses. There I was shopping in a military exchange in Germany when I put my precious glasses on the counter beside me while I wrote a check. Someone reached down and picked them up and I thought it was my hubby so I didn't even look up. Right! When I finished, the glasses were gone and DH didn't have them. I have spent the years since that day looking for the "right" pair of sunglasses. I am still
Life is good.