As with every bad mood, a good mood certainly follows. Or at least a mediocre mood, which is still an improvement on the previous. Thanks to all who shared with me their bitchiness. It's nice to not be alone on that island!
The best laid plans always go awry. The pizza I planned? Turned into a fried haddock plate. Well, fat grams are fat grams and eating some nice cripsy french fries fit the bill. Pulling the covers over the head? Had to wait a bit while I talked with a friend on the phone (one of the sure cures) and then detoured to watch Joan Of Arcadia. Which is one of my favorite shows and is sure to boost the morale. Or produce tears, both of which are helpful during the mood du jour.
The next morning dawned with torrential rainstorming. Quite appropriate. Floods or no floods, I had a date with a yarn shop. I got in my car and drove very carefully through the raindrops and flooded roads to A Good Yarn , which not only happens to be one of the smallest yarn stores I've ever been in, but it was one of the best stocked! Organized and stuffed to the brim with the finest yarns known to woman! Not only that, but the lovely, wonderful Johanna was working that day. No coincidence there, I planned to go when she was there! I monopolized her time for about an hour and a half while searching for the perfect substitute for the richesse et soie! "It's not possible!", you are now yelling at the computer screen. "There is NO better yarn than cashmere!"
Blasphemous, I know, but I was on a quest. This yarn had to be cashmere-like in quality with not a bit of itch factor in sight. Johanna and I fondled a lot of yarn that day. I have one word for you. Prime Alpaca. Okay, 2 words, then. It says right on the label, "The heavenly Fiber". Could they be believed? Yes. It's true. This yarn has passed the teenage itch test. It is not a bit scratchy and is the softest thing around since charmin came on the scene!
This heavenly alpaca will be made into mittens/gloves, pattern found here. Broad street mittens, now known as Band mittens. These are being made specifically for flute/piccolo playing Bethany for the chilly New England band season. Color? Black. Uniform dictated. The thing that thrills me beyond belief is that this yarn is not dyed, it is the alpacas natural color!

Although the pattern warns me that they are large mittens, the cuff is a tad small. I believe this is because the yarn I am using is a bit thicker than called for. But, as in all fairy tale endings, everyone lived happily after because my daughter has freakishly small hands. Of course, that is her words, not mine. I think of her small hands as the perfect flautist hands.
And as the cherry on the sundae of life, the prodigal son walked through the door around mid afternoon Saturday. We got to sit and talk for about 45 minutes of uninterrupted adult-like conversation. No TV, no computer, no phones ringing off the hook,just communication. It felt wonderful to connect together again. It did not take long for the word to spread that Derek was back in town, though, as the phone and door bell did start to ring. And of course, in true college student fashion, he did not come home to be with his family, he came home for some plans with friends.
That's okay, I just wanted my world to be righted, not changed!