My arm is in a sling.
My *RIGHT* arm is in a sling.
This is the arm that I live with.
Life is on pause until further notice.
The latest development here at Washboard Storms is my incredibly interesting, but terribly obnoxious injured arm. This is a real bummer because the recent flooding here in the Northeast has hastened the arrival of Autumn and I am itching to be knitting.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of knitting. I love the rhythmic loop upon loop, stitch on stitch, fabric being formed right there in front of you. Oh my. I miss it so.
But- onward- getting the old arm fixed is next up on my to-do list and then I will have the entirety of our long Vermont winter to knit my heart out.