I went to Bikram yoga class last night after a two- or three-month hiatus. After the class was over, I had to reach down and pick up my brain and several other internal organs off the floor. Thank goodness it's carpeted in the studio; they could have been hurt if they had fallen on a hard surface. I tried to put them all back in the proper places, but I am afraid that something didn't get hooked up right.
When I got home and tried to walk up the stairs, my head dragged on the floor and my legs did something I've never seen human legs do before. I tried to type with my fingers, but my elbows kept getting in the way. My toes were trying to get to the keyboard, and my two buttocks were trained on the ceiling ("like two flashlights," as Bikram would say).
I'm not sure all the neurons in my brain are firing correctly, either. I think the wires got melted. Of course, as many of you will probably point out, they don't fire so well under the best of circumstances.
I keep hearing the music of "Jaws" in my mind, overlapping with the theme to "Chariots of Fire," and I smell smoke. It's possible that my back teeth are on fire, and my torso has melted altogether. The scene in Disney's "Sleeping Beauty" when the good fairies try to make a cake without knowing how, and it keeps flowing down to a puddled mess? That's my body.
Other than that, I'm just fine.
Now would probably not be a good time to knit, and especially not knit lace. But I'm kind of excited that yesterday I did get the pattern for The Florence Scarves that I ordered from Fiddlesticks Knitting. I also got an email from Kaleidoscope yesterday that they are now carrying not just Fiddlesticks patterns, but Fiddlesticks yarn and kits as well. I wish I'd known - I would have bought my pattern from you, Jill & Marc. Next time, I promise. I'm totally lusting after the Flirty Ruffles Shawl (I'd have to be insane to try that right now, especially while my brainwires are still melted) and the Lattice Stole (this one I could probably manage, after the wires get soldered, the reset button is pressed, and the neurons start firing again.)
But The Florence Scarf, the triangular one, I feel, is a good pattern for me. Not too huge, not too overly challenging, but a good thing for the next level in my lace knitting. And I just happen to have two balls of Zephyr in an incredibly lovely tomato red that I got in New Hampshire. ("Live red or DIE!" I mean... "Live FREE or die!")
Each one of these scarves -- and the triangle one I feel qualifies as a shawlette more than a scarf -- uses one ball of Zephyr wool-silk. So I might very well make two of these scarves, one as a gift. I even have a recipient in mind. One's not going anywhere except around MY neck. Well, you know, once I have a neck again.